For him like Lao Tzu, he doesn't even have a good impression, let alone respect, so sometimes when he speaks, he is very direct.

However, disgust doesn't seem to count, in essence, he is not bad, just a little stupid.

When you're stupid, it's very fatal.

"Then you're going to give me less?" Ling Daikun looked left and right, and saw that no one else heard his son's words, he breathed a sigh of relief, and then said with a flattering smile, "Why don't you give me less?" ”

He is also very unconfident in himself, the money is in his pocket, that's true, but usually he can't control his own hands and feet, and it is very difficult to have money without spending it.

"Take it, I don't have time to come to you often." Ling Er stuffed the money into his pocket, then ripped off the old quilt on the bed and threw it all to the ground.

The quilt was rotten, cotton wool was flying around the house, and there was a musty smell in the middle.

"How do you say this is live?" Ling Er covered his nose, becoming more and more angry, he said seriously, "Don't give it away, it's not good for people, hurry up and throw it in the trash." ”

"Okay." After hesitating again and again, Ling Daikun finally agreed, rolled up the old quilt on the ground, and hugged it out.

Ling Er laid down the new quilt and new sheets at random, saw a dilapidated bedside table with sawdust next to it, opened the drawer with his hand, and found that there was a plastic bag wrapped inside, the package was not big, but it seemed to contain something valuable, wrapped tightly, and tied a slipknot.

He opened it curiously, and inside was his Lao Tzu's ID card, and when he opened the ID card, it was actually a black and white photo of a girl.

The girl had short hair and a clever smile, and then Dingqing looked at it, it was when his wife was young.

Continue to scroll down to the bottom, it is a family photo with the fifth child missing, and the smile is very bright.

"My face can really pinch out water." In his heart, he also smiled unconsciously.

Hearing the sound of Ling Daikun talking to people outside, he hurriedly put it in and wrapped it up, hurriedly tied a knot, put it in its original position, and closed the drawer.

"Look, my son has to give me a new one, and I said he wasted money," Ling Daikun was followed by a woman in her forties, poking her head into the house with a popular wavy roll. Ling Daikun continued, "I can't live up to that child's filial piety, I can't live up to it, I bought it back, I can't throw away the new one, I can only throw the old one." ”

"Where do you go to college?" The woman asked with a smile.

"Baoshan." Ling Er smiled, didn't have much entertainment, went out of the house, and only said to Ling Daikun, "I'll go first, you know my place, you can go to me often." ”

Before walking to the door, he was not at ease, so he simply found a paper and pen from the car, wrote Pan Youcheng's big brother number, and handed it to Ling Daikun who followed behind him, "This is Pan Youcheng's phone number, you know, if there is anything to call him, he will pass the word to me." ”

"The one next to you? Why did he come too? Ling Daikun asked.

"You can come, we can't come," Ling Er said with a smile, "Okay, just call him if you have something, I'll go first, don't save money on food and drink, and don't spend money in other places." ”

"Don't worry." Ling Daikun responded vigorously.

Ling Er drove back to his house first, changed into a black single coat like an ordinary student, a large cotton jacket, and a pair of cloth shoes, and then rode a bicycle to school.

He has always been very low-key at school, and his appearance is no different from that of passers-by.

The only thing that is unusual is that his attendance rate is too low, and he can only name six people in the dormitory of more than 50 students in the class.

Of course, the classmates in the class don't know him either, and occasionally only when the teacher calls him by name, the classmates will remember that there is such a person in the class.

"Little Er, you're lucky," as soon as he saw Ling Er enter the door, Ling Er's classmate Bian Shiyou said, "The English teacher didn't name him today." ”

"What's the next class?" Ling Er asked.

"Principles of Accounting." Huang Qiwei stretched out his head from the top bunk and said with a smile, "You shouldn't go again, right?" ”

"If I don't go again, the old man will definitely not let me pass the final exam, I don't want to make up for the exam," Ling Er took out his brand new textbook and sighed, "Let's go, it's almost time." ”

Attendance is also part of the final grade, if the attendance score is not up to standard, he can only be prepared to fail.

He actually regretted it a little, business was not as easy to mix as he imagined, many concepts and theorems needed to be memorized by rote, and he had to write small papers and do research every once in a while.

These are not his strong points, he is good at calculation and logic.

Moreover, there were a lot of financial and accounting reforms later, and what he knew had formed a conflict with what the textbook and the teacher said, and it was not a time to learn, and it was not a matter of not learning!

I knew that liberal arts were so difficult to mix, why did he go here so cheaply?

He is the top science student in northern Anhui, if he fails the course, it will be so embarrassing!

Regarding what the essence of accounting is, no matter what is said in the textbook, Ling Er is just a look of "I don't listen, I don't listen", don't try to trick Lao Tzu to make a cashier!

Ling Er believed that if someone wrote the history of Chinese accounting later, this old man should be classified as the founder of Chinese accounting.

Not tall, thin, wearing thick reading glasses, the list of students used for roll call almost stuck to his face, coughed, took a sip of tea, and cleared his throat.

Ling Er was overjoyed in his heart, this class was not in vain. The most frustrating thing is that the teacher doesn't name every class.

He sat upright, with his ears sideways, so that he could respond as soon as the teacher called out his name.

"Ling Er." The old professor finally called the name.

"What?" Ling Er was stunned, he wasn't the first on the list! It wasn't until the whole class looked at him that he confirmed that he had heard correctly, and hurriedly replied, "Here! ”

"Oh, that's all here, let's go to class." The old professor said, "In the last class, we mainly talked about centralized accounting, and in this class, we talked about non-centralized accounting, also known as decentralized accounting, that is, the internal workshops or other functional departments of the enterprise carry out a more comprehensive accounting of their own economic operations under the guidance of the accounting department..."

After a gorgeous operation, it seems like no one is fine.

After seeing the unbearable smile of the whole class, Ling Er was angry!

Bias!

It's all prejudice!

Why name him, just one of them!

Teacher, it's really good for you to do this!

It's insulting! He's hurt!

Have you considered his young mind!