Chapter 569

Seeing that Ye Chen answered the question, Zhang Jian took a sip and said, "Is it interesting to pretend to be crazy and stupid?" Letting you carry cement is lifting you! ”

Ye Chen nodded and said with a smile: "Okay, I know, I will arrange it for you." ”

Zhang Jian saw that he was always talking in a fog, and said disdainfully: "Neurotic! ”

After speaking, he spoke again: "As a person who has come over, I will persuade you a few words, you are still young, now go out to find something serious to do, it is still possible to succeed." ”

"Is it humble to carry cement? Not at all, did you know that there is a singer named Adu? He was carrying cement on the construction site back then, didn't people also carry the fire? ”

"And now Kuaishou and Douyin are so popular, you can register an account, and post some videos of carrying cement on it, if you don't do it, it will become popular!"

Ye Chen smiled: "I have a Douyin account, do you want to follow me?" ”

Zhang Jian asked disdainfully: "Yo, what about your family cooks and still playing Douyin?" How many numbers do you have on Douyin? What's your name? Is it called Jinling's first big sling? ”

Ye Chen smiled: "My Douyin account is 786019911, my name is Shangmen Long's son-in-law, and my avatar is a red dragon, Lao Tie, do you want to pay attention to a wave of likes?" ”

"Door-to-door dragon son-in-law?" Zhang Jian looked at Ye Chen with disdain and said, "Just you?" Still dragon son-in-law? I said, can we have a face? If you are a dragon son-in-law, then am I not a god's son-in-law, an immortal son-in-law, an emperor's son-in-law, and an overlord's son-in-law? ”

Ye Chen smiled slightly and said, "You, you are a mud son-in-law." ”

"Clay son-in-law? What does it mean? Zhang Jian frowned.

Ye Chen laughed: "The son-in-law who carries the cement, you don't understand this?" ”

"Grass!" Zhang Jian couldn't help but scold: "You kid really doesn't know how to lift!" ”

Ye Chen ignored him, carried his father-in-law's former teacher, and walked a few steps directly to the door of the classroom.

The old man patted Ye Chen's hand and said, "Young man, you can laugh at humiliation, neither humble nor arrogant, and at first glance you are a promising person." ”

With that, the old man turned his wheelchair and entered the classroom.

Zhang Jian muttered in a low voice: "It's really old and dizzy, and I don't know where to see that he is good." ”

Ye Chen ignored him, anyway, he was not far away from the fate he had arranged for himself.

At this time, with the arrival of the old teacher, the classroom was already full of cheers, and everyone kept greeting the old man.

The teacher-student relationship of that era is not an exaggeration to say that it is as close as father and son.

The old man looked at these middle-aged people who were over half a hundred years old and their hair was already a little gray, and couldn't help but be extremely relieved, and nodded again and again.

He has taught all his life, it can be said that he is full of peach and plum, and when he sees these students, he feels that he has no regrets in his life.

"Let the teacher teach us another lesson." Someone emotionally proposed.

The same request was expressed.

The old man nodded, his eyes were a little red, he sat behind the podium, touched the already rough podium with his fingers, and slowly said, "Hello students." ”

"Hello teacher." Everyone shouted in unison.

The old man nodded and said, "I'm old, I can't stand up, I can't shout, and the quality of the lectures may not be as good as before, so I have to say sorry to everyone first." ”