"Then you mean, you don't plan to go to university?" The anger in Zuo Jian's heart rose suddenly.

What's going on? When she came to Zhongzhou City, she worked hard in the past few years, the purpose was nothing more than to help Meng Rou take care of her parents and Meng Xiangang, and besides, over the years, she had not harshly Meng Xiangang financially. Sometimes even if he only has a hundred yuan on him, as long as Meng Xian just asks for money, he will definitely give it all to him without hesitation.

"The purpose of going to school is just to make money." Meng Xiangang glanced at Zuo Jian, his mind moved, he remembered a sentence, made a look of unfazed expression, and said matter-of-factly: "The hustle and bustle of the world is all for profit, and the hustle and bustle of the world is for profit." ”

The corners of Su Shishi's mouth turned into a crescent shape, and she smiled secretly in her heart. I didn't expect Meng Xiangang to be able to drag a few sentences of ancient text out.

"Everyone lives in the world for more than just making money." Zuo Jian said as patiently as possible: "Money is a thing that can never be spent, you can't earn it, you are still in school, so your task is to study, if you don't learn to make money now, you just put the cart before the horse, do you understand?" ”

"I don't understand putting the cart before the horse, but I know that it feels good to spend the money I earn." Meng Xiangang glanced at him and impatiently threw down a sentence, "I don't want to live on someone's relief every time, so as not to make some people look down on me, thinking that this way I have the qualifications to point fingers at me." ”

As he spoke, Meng Xian just turned his head and said seriously to Su Shishi: "Teacher Su, I'll go back to the dormitory first, as for studying, I will do my best, but the ruler is long and the inch is short." I think that learning this thing, in addition to hard work, also needs to look at personal talent, otherwise it is all taught by the same teacher, why are there good or bad grades? ”

After throwing down this sentence, Meng Xiangang didn't pay attention to Zuo Jian and Su Shishi, and turned around and left.

"This stinky boy."

After recalling Meng Xiangang's words, Zuo Jian sighed, not knowing what it was like. In particular, the sentence is so provincial that some people look down on him, thinking that they have the qualifications to criticize him, which is clearly pointing at the monk and scolding the bald donkey. It means that I think I'm nosy.

"Zuo Jian, don't bother." Su Shishi opened her mouth and comforted: "I'll find an opportunity to persuade Meng Xiangang and try to communicate with him as much as possible...... You know, they're the age they are now. It is during the period of rebellion that some things will not be achieved quickly, but will have the opposite effect. ”

"I know." Zuo Jian let out a long breath, and a sense of powerlessness appeared in his heart. If you let your former comrades-in-arms know that the dignified "humanoid monster" actually takes a little kid who hasn't grown a beard yet, there is no way, and it will definitely make those people laugh and lose their big teeth.

Many times, Zuo Jian also thought about it, let's do it, Meng Xiangang is not angry, he is against himself everywhere, and he can be regarded as doing his best...... But every time the anger passes, deep down I always can't help but think of Meng Rou's appearance.

I remembered how she pleaded with herself before she died.

So, Zuo Jian's heart softened again, and he always thought in his heart, forgive him once, he is still a child who doesn't know anything.

Even if he made a big mistake, for the sake of that stubborn girl, he had to forgive him......

Meng Xiangang, who returned to the dormitory, threw himself heavily on the bed, and his original happy mood also became vanished after meeting Zuo Jian and Su Shishi.

“…… Xiaogang, my sister is going to be a soldier in the army, and it will take a few years before I can come back, you are now grown up, and a little boy is going to become a young man, and in the future, when my sister is not at home, my parents will have to be taken care of by you. ”

In a trance, Meng Xiangang seemed to return to the night before his sister Meng Rou went to the army to serve as a soldier.

At that time, he was still in junior high school.

"Well, sister, I know, you can go with confidence, I am at home." Meng Xiangang remembered that at that time, he had sworn to his sister and promised.

"Well, my sister believes in you." When Meng Rou heard his answer, a smile appeared on her pretty face, and she stretched out her hand to rub his hair lovingly like when she was a child, "Xiao Gang will be a man in the family in the future, the pillar of the family!" ”

"Manly, Pillar ......"

Meng Xiangang muttered to himself.

He used to be young, and he didn't understand the meaning of this man, the pillar, although it was a word, but it was too difficult to achieve.

It is difficult for a rich man to be a man without money.

Whenever his mother's old illness relapsed and she went to the hospital to see a doctor, Meng Xiangang's experience of money was extremely profound, far beyond that of his classmates of the same age.

Seeing his elderly father, who worked hard every day, stayed up late to work, worked night shifts on the construction site, dragged his tired body back home after dawn, and was able to earn a small amount of money in a month, it made Meng Xiangang's heart tingle, and he wished that he could go to work instead of him.

Speaking from his heart, Meng Xiangang also knew that Zuo Jian had helped his family a lot and paid a lot. Sometimes, Meng Xiangang also felt that it was not easy for Zuo Jian, and there were very few people like him who could do it.

However, Meng Xiangang just had no way to treat Zuo Jian calmly.

Whenever he faced Zuo Jian, his heart was actually extremely contradictory.

"Forget it."

Thinking about it on the bed, Meng Xiangang sighed, and secretly thought in his heart: "Don't think about these messy things." ”

Subconsciously touched the stack of banknotes in his pocket, and Meng Xiangang's mood became joyful and excited again.

In any case, this more than 1,000 yuan is the first time he has earned money through his own hands and his own efforts.

"In the future, when I am absent from school, I can only choose physical education classes or self-study classes, but in the 773 factory, on Saturdays and Sundays, all the workers inside seem to be rested, and only from Monday to Friday can I see some weapons being pulled out of the factory from Monday to Friday."

Meng Xiangang pondered in his heart.

On the one hand, the temptation to make money made him want to be able to walk around the 773 factory 24 hours a day, and if he could be allowed to enter the factory and take photos in the open, that would be the best thing.

On the other hand, Meng Xiangang actually agreed with Zuo Jian's words in his heart, after all, he is still on campus, he is a student, and he should focus on studying.

But since then, there is no way for me to go out and make money.

Besides, he is still a special correspondent for that military weekly, and he has to submit at least one photo of his weapons every month.

"Well, that's it, you must listen carefully to the class in the future, and try to find time to take pictures...... In short, you can't fall behind in learning, and you can't give up making money. Meng Xian just made a plan for himself.

The next month was a rough and uneventful life.

Meng Xiangang, who had made a plan, didn't realize that he was falling into a well-designed net step by step, and he was still intoxicated by the dream he had designed.

In the afternoon, there were two self-study classes.

Meng Xiangang took the camera and quietly climbed out from the back wall of the school, came to the vicinity of the 773 factory, and waited patiently for the opportunity.

Recently, the 773 factory seems to be very calm, Meng Xiangang has been here a few times, and there is no receipt, which can't help but make him a little anxious.

Fortunately, today, Lady Luck seems to be in the dark, favoring him.

After waiting for about ten minutes, Meng Xiangang suddenly saw that the gate of Factory 773 was opened, and several trucks rushed out, and he immediately hid aside, waiting for the opportunity to come.

After repeated practice, Meng Xiangang's shooting skills are several times stronger than a month ago. There is a hidden trend towards professional photographers.

Bang bang bang.

The faint sound of the shutter sounded, and after that, several trucks kicked up a puff of dust and sped off towards the suburbs.

Meng Xian just passed for a while and left quietly.

Finding a place where no one was around, he began to check the results he had just made.

This time, the things pulled on the truck were still the same as before, several cannons, but after Meng Xiangang carefully distinguished, he found that although the style of the several guns this time was the same as the previous shooting, there seemed to be slight changes in some details.

"I don't know if this is the case, can I make a difference?" Meng Xiangang was a little uncertain in his heart, but he remembered that the editor of the military weekly once said that as a special correspondent, he had to guarantee the requirement of submitting at least one photo every month.

Last month's task was completed and money was earned, but this month's task has not been completed.

Seeing that half a month had passed, Meng Xian just thought about it for a while, and decided to go online to contact the editor of the military weekly to see if the photos taken today met the requirements.

When I came to the Internet café, it was still the familiar computer in the corner, and after Meng Xian just landed, he quickly found the number of the editor of the military weekly from MSN.

At the same time, in the teacher's dormitory building of the No. 3 High School.

Jack paced back and forth in the room with a sweet and tangy cup of coffee.

After a month, Jack's heart finally relaxed, and he found that the man named Zuo Jian would come to school with Su Shishi every Saturday and Sunday.

Once again, Jack pretended to be careless, and from other colleagues, he found out that Zuo Jian was a special teacher invited by an interest class held by Su Shishi.

Only then did Jack put his mind at ease, feeling a little amused by his previous wild speculation, when did the CIA's most superior intelligence officer become so timid as a rabbit?