For students graduating from the Department of Chinese, imitating the writing style of others is a compulsory skill. Qin Feng used a tone similar to that of a primary school graduate, pinched his nose and collected four or five hundred words, handed in the paper about 20 minutes before the end of the specified time for the exam, and then left the examination room. But the invigilator didn't look at Qin Feng much because of this. In fact, before Qin Feng left, there were seven or eight candidates who went back first, and the most exaggerated one was almost 40 minutes early, and his state was quite chic.

When Qin Feng returned to the kebab shop with his schoolbag, Qin Jianguo and Wang Yanmei had not yet returned from the farmers' market.

Wang An was the only one in the store, and he was watching a martial arts movie made in the main hall downstairs, which was made in an unknown era, and he seemed quite fascinated. Qin Feng said hello to him, Wang An didn't remember that Qin Feng came back from the exam today, nodded indifferently, didn't ask anything, and continued to turn his head to pay attention to the TV picture. Qin Feng was so happy that Wang An didn't ask anything, took out the banknotes that Wang Yanmei had sorted out in advance from the cabinet next to the cashier, put them into a black plastic bag, and went out again.

Business is so good these days that Qin Feng has to go to the bank to deposit money once a day, otherwise so much cash in the store really makes him worried.

The bank is not close to the kebab shop, and it takes about 10 minutes to walk there.

By the time Qin Feng arrived at the bank, it had already passed 11 o'clock, and several work windows were almost finished, but there was still a long queue of people doing cash business.

"It's late today. The middle-aged man in the security uniform smiled at Qin Feng and said, and then the bank manager immediately stepped forward and opened a channel for Qin Feng that was not a VIP but was more like a VIP - the small local branch actually couldn't absorb a lot of money. For a guest like Qin Feng, who comes and goes frequently and has more deposits than withdrawals, the manager naturally has to take special care: he saves hundreds of thousands of dollars a month. If you can stick to it all year round, won't you have a deposit of more than one million?

"Business is really good. Now you can make a net profit of 10,000 or 20,000 a day, right?" The bank manager had been to the kebab shop a few times and knew that Qin Feng was the boss.

A group of people who were queuing up all turned their heads to look at Qin Feng, with a somewhat unnatural look on their faces.

At a glance, such a child who knows that he is less than 20 years old can actually make a net profit of 10,000 or 20,000 yuan a day, what kind of business is so good in this world?

"It's not so much, it's just to watch the excitement, and we just make some coolie money. Qin Feng smiled slightly.

Here, the bank manager had already called out to a staff member who had closed the window and returned to his post.

Other people in line. It has long been commonplace to treat all kinds of differential treatment in society, and besides, they can't make a daily income of more than 10,000 like Qin Feng when they ask themselves, and they don't say anything when they see Qin Feng walking towards the window dedicated to serving him alone.

Qin Feng handed a large bag of change through the window, and the staff counted it for about five or six minutes before finally completing the business. The bank card and deposit slip were returned to Qin Feng, and in front of this window, a nameplate for suspending service was placed again.

The staff looked at Qin Feng through the window and smiled, and then picked up the bag. I left work without looking back. Leaving only a room full of disgruntled ordinary customers, they continue to wait.

Qin Feng looked down at the deposit slip.

Today is the 28th, the penultimate day of the Olympic Games, and the end of this golden month. There are only 3 days left, and the amount on the list has exceeded 240,000.

Due to the usual expenses of the store. It's all cash directly from the front desk, so it's 240,000. It's pure gross profit – which only includes unpaid employee salaries. Even though the kebab shop spends a lot on labor this month, the maximum is no more than 40,000 yuan. So this also means that before the end of this month, Qin Feng's monthly net income has exceeded 200,000.

"It's a pity that the Olympics and the World Cup are not once a year, otherwise you can almost dominate Dongou City by relying on the low-end chain catering industry......" Qin Feng completely ignored the real estate finance and manufacturing industry in Dongou City, and for this month's income, he has almost produced the psychology of "life can be content". There is no way, in the previous life, there were only seven or eight thousand people who earned at most seven or eight thousand a month, and their ambitions were so big.

Looking forward to whether to continue to do catering or speculate on real estate after earning enough one million, Qin Feng walked back to the store unconsciously.

Wang Yanmei and Qin Jianguo had also just returned from the farmers' market at this time, and the two were unloading from the small three wheels.

Seeing Qin Feng, Wang Yanmei opened her mouth and asked, "How did you do in the exam?"

"It's ok. Qin Feng stepped forward to help pick up a large bag of cauliflower, and naturally changed the topic, "People can really eat it now, they can eat so much cauliflower alone in one night." ”

"Eat the leftovers every day, and throw away more than that!" Qin Jianguo was directly taken on the road by Qin Feng, and said with a sigh on his face, "Wasting so much food is really a ...... evil."

"What kind of iniquity is made, spending money to eat, who is not like this? Every year when I go to the hotel during the Chinese New Year, when do I eat up the whole table?" Wang Yanmei was continuously abducted by Qin Feng and Qin Jianguo, and couldn't help but run away.

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At about the same time, the teacher who had invigilated Qin Feng and them before walked into the office with a tired face with a thick brown paper bag filled with a thick stack of test papers. Last night he played mahjong all night, and didn't finish work until about 7 a.m., took a cold shower to sober himself up a little, and he hurried to school. For the past few hours, he had controlled his eyelids with complete willpower, otherwise he would have fallen asleep in the classroom.

Sitting down in his chair, he let out a long breath.

But in his heart, he was complaining that the principal would not die well.

Obviously the school started on September 6th, and there were so many other teachers in the school, but he was called to invigilate, and he didn't even have overtime pay.

"It's all my fault for being too honest...... "The invigilator muttered silently, opened the envelope, and took out all the papers inside.

Since they all came to be an invigilator, it was only natural that the work of marking the papers fell on his head.

He took out a red pen from the pen holder that he hadn't used for a long time, randomly pulled out a test paper from the middle, glanced at the name first, and suddenly his spirit improved.

"This student writes well...... Qin Feng?Oh...... I remembered the basket that the principal carried himself...... What a fart!?" the invigilator muttered, not even in the mood to flip through it casually, and with a wave of the red pen, he wrote two words at the top of the paper: Pass.

After he finished writing, he smiled smugly: Or is my handwriting more beautiful...... (To be continued......)