Song Wanqing's eyes looked at Yu Zheng with some surprise. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

In the past few days, she has always felt that her table mate is a little strange, as if she is a different person.

Although my classmates have poor grades, it is said that I can come to No. 1 Middle School to study because of my family, but I usually work hard in class, at least I take notes very diligently.

But in the past few days, I haven't seen him take any notes, which is a very rare thing.

No matter whether the teacher talks about something simple or profound, as if all this has nothing to do with him, he often stares at the desk in a daze during class, is silent all day, and the whole person's spirit is extremely low, as if he has been hit by something.

This made her feel that her table mate was not giving up on herself because of her poor grades, and she was going to give up on going to college.

Because it's already May, the second semester of high school will end soon, some students with poor grades usually choose not to continue to study in the third year of high school, after all, it's a waste of time, not to mention taking the college entrance examination, maybe you can't even pass the school's pre-exam, it's better to drop out early and find a job, in this era, a high school graduate is still a highly educated person, and it is not too difficult to enter the factory.

You can also get an extra year's salary.

In the previous conversation, Song Wanqing could hear from Yu Zheng's tone that the other party was in a good mood, without any frustration or decadence. This made her feel that her previous guesses were just cranky, but when she heard Yu Zheng ask her question about what to do in the next class, she suddenly woke up, maybe her table mate really didn't have the idea of continuing to go to school, right?

This is a very simple inference.

How can a high school student who wants to study hard and want to take next year's college entrance examination not even know what is in the next class?

After hearing Yu Zheng's question, Song Wanqing was silent for about half a second, and then said: "The next class is Chinese ......" As she spoke, she paused slightly and asked in a very shocked tone, "Yu Zheng, aren't you taking the college entrance examination?" ”

"College entrance examination?"

After hearing Song Wanqing's question, Yu Zheng only smiled slightly, he didn't answer directly, but asked the other party rhetorically: "Do you think my grades have any hope of being admitted to university?" ”

This question made Song Wanqing a little speechless for a while, and she didn't know what to say.

Say no, some of them are too damaging to other people's confidence, and they are not polite, if they can, as Song Wanqing, who understands Yu Zheng's achievements, it is equivalent to opening his eyes and talking nonsense.

"There's still a year to go......"

Song Wanqing finally said this, but before she could finish herself, her voice lowered.

Even she herself knows that according to Yu Zheng's grades, even if it takes another year of high school, it will be difficult to be admitted to college, and it is too difficult to be admitted to college in this era, even if it is a key school like Mizhou No. 1 Middle School, the admission rate is probably less than 30 percent, and some township high schools may be able to be admitted to college in a single digit.

It is precisely because of this difficulty in taking the entrance examination that college students in this era are all dragons and phoenixes among people, and they will be called the pride of the sky.

In between words, the class bell rang.

This Chinese class is also the last class of the day, and it is also a composition class.

The essay title was already written on the blackboard when the teacher just entered the classroom, two very simple big words, time.

Song Wanqing's fountain pen has been replaced with a new fountain nib, she also frowned when she looked at this topic, and supported her cheek with one hand, this is not an easy topic to write, and most of the others are similar to her, and they are also thinking hard, in the face of such a topic, how should she write it.

Yu Zheng wasn't very interested in that.

Now that he has made up his mind to drop out of school, he already has a rough idea of the path he wants to take in the future. For him, who understands the development trajectory of this era, it is not too difficult to make money, and this era itself has countless opportunities, and these opportunities are almost not much different from gold everywhere in Yu Zheng's eyes.

But no matter what you do, you can't do without the first pot of gold.

What Yu Zheng is thinking about is how to get the first pot of gold as soon as possible, and with this first pot of gold, his future plans can be carried out smoothly.

It is not easy for a sixteen-year-old high school student to make money in any era, especially to make a lot of money.

Wages were low in those days.

For example.

A worker has just entered the factory, starting as an apprentice, the salary for the first year is 30 yuan per month, and then 1 yuan per year, and after three years of graduation, the salary is 33 yuan, plus various subsidies, that is, more than 40 yuan, this is still a regular worker, and the salary of a temporary worker is much lower than this.

And even if you are the top eighth-level worker, the monthly salary is only one hundred and eight yuan, plus subsidies, more than one hundred and twenty yuan.

Even Yu Zheng's father, the acting director of the Mizhou County Distillery, and the leader of a sub-section-level enterprise, the monthly salary at this time was only one hundred and eleven yuan, including the subsidy, one hundred and thirty yuan.

In Yu Zheng's vision, the first step of his plan would require about 4,000 to 5,000 yuan of start-up capital.

In this day and age, this is not a small number.

This is a sum of money that can only be saved by cadres of a deputy section-level enterprise for almost four years without eating or drinking, and in 85 years, in an era when 10,000 households can quarrel all over the city, 5,000 yuan is a huge amount of money that ordinary people will never think of.

A sixteen-year-old high school student wants to get such a huge sum of money as his start-up capital, which seems to anyone to be a dream.

But Yu Zheng has his own ideas.

It is indeed difficult to get 5,000 yuan in a short period of time by ordinary means.

But there will always be some unusual means in the world.

Or rather, the way.

It's not that this way is illegal, but that ordinary people usually don't take this way into account when thinking about things, because ordinary people don't have this ability.

While thinking, Yu Zheng took out an unused notebook, and after thinking for a while, he picked up the hero pen he had lent to Song Wanqing and wrote it in the notebook.

In his previous life, as a liberal arts student, Yu Zheng practiced calligraphy for a period of time.

I have copied Pang Zhonghua's calligraphy for a long time.

A hard pen calligraphy, I dare not say how brilliant, but at least it can be handled, when he was in college, he was caught by the head of the department to write a New Year's card because of his good handwriting.

Yu Zheng wrote quickly, and in just a dozen seconds, he filled the small half page.

His actions also attracted the attention of Song Wanqing, who was still frowning and thinking, this was the first time she had seen Yu Zheng write in the past few days.

And it is also a kind of hard work and self-confidence.

It's not the same as the usual Yu Zheng.

This made Song Wanqing very curious.

She couldn't help but glance at the notebook full of black handwriting in front of Yu Zheng, "The words are very good-looking...... this was her first impression, and when she saw what was written in the notebook, she grew her mouth in surprise, and her eyes showed a look of disbelief. Because where the title is written on the first line of the half-page full of handwriting.

It is not the 'time' that the teacher asked to write in this composition class.

It's a word card in Song Ci that she is very familiar with.

Full of red rivers.