After returning from Wanzhong Mall, Jiang Qin has stayed in 208 and has never gone out.

The warm-up of the content group has begun, and many registered users already know about the upcoming product of Pintuan, and after guiding it, various discussions and opinions have come one after another.

Some people are concerned about delivery, some are concerned about quality, and some people want to know how big the discount is.

Jiang Qin's response policy is not to respond much for the time being, and everything will wait until the moment it goes online, and the content team will answer it in a rainbow fart way.

"Boss, someone from the school office has come to deliver the goods, and the car is full of brand new computers and heaters!"

"Hurry up, pick up the goods, use your hands!"

Jiang Qin ran out of search for Wen Jinrui's voice, and saw a group of workers holding computers, water dispensers, and heaters into the entrepreneurial base.

On Friday, temperatures plummeted and a cold spell hit.

When he got up in the morning to wash, Jiang Qin found that the undrained water in the mop pool had turned into ice.

Standing outside, I took a breath, and the white mist was thick.

The location of the entrepreneurial base is relatively partial, and the heating heat is not as hot as the teaching building, so the three heaters supported by the school come in handy to make up for the shortcomings of the heating that is not too hot.

Cao Xinyue took Hong Yan and Tang Lin over under the pretext of making PPT, in fact, just to rub a heater.

It didn't take long for Professor Yan to come over, wrapped in a blanket, and he didn't leave after he stayed on it.

The heating pipes are arranged in an N-shaped series mode, and the hot water is pressed from the heat pipe to the roof, and then flows from the roof to the downstairs by gravity, so when the whole building is not warm, the water outlet area on the first floor is often the coldest.

Professor Yan is an elderly person who can't tolerate the cold, but he has a strange personality and doesn't want to take advantage of the school.

As a result, the 08 version of "rubbing heat" was born.

208 originally had sixteen employees, plus four in the main office, and now there are twenty people.

A lot of people doesn't necessarily have to be lively, but the warmth is real.

The old professor sat opposite Jiang Qin, made a pot of tea, squinted, put on reading glasses and began to read the newspaper leisurely.

Others crackled at the computer for a long time, and although the atmosphere was quiet, anyone could feel a clear sense of urgency.

Perhaps it was because of the heat of breathing, or the temperature of the heater, or the steam from Professor Yan's teapot, the window of 208 was already covered with a white mist.

"Boss, someone from Wanzhong Mall called, hoping to change the delivery time from 8 pm to 8 am the next morning."

Jiang Qin raised his head expressionlessly: "Who made the call?" actually didn't give face to the first learning star of Linda so much. ”

"One of the directors of the freight department, surnamed Zhang, said that the manpower was too tight during the festival to be busy." Dong Wenhao raised his head and said.

"What are you talking to them about, don't ask your superiors to respond if you have a problem, and call your partner? We are a business-to-business cooperation, and the person designated by He Yijun is Yue Zhu, unless it is Yue Zhu's request, everything else will not be accepted. ”

"Then what if Manager Yue agrees? Do you really want to change the time? ”

Jiang Qin waved his hand: "It must be that Yue Zhu didn't agree, they came to us to discuss it in private, you tell them, it's okay to change the time, I'll go to Manager Yue immediately to report now, they should know the difficulty and retreat." ”

Dong Wenhao took out his mobile phone suspiciously, and called back according to Jiang Qin's meaning, saying that he was going to report to Manager Yue, but the supervisor surnamed Zhang immediately changed his words, saying that Manager Yue was busy, so don't bother, let's deliver it according to the time set before, and we can free up our personal hands.

"Boss, they won't change the time again." Dong Wenhao was shocked.

"In the future, there will be many such things, the king of Hades is good-looking, the little ghost is difficult, and after the decision-making is implemented layer by layer, people in each link will have different ideas, and they don't want to give face to anyone, so it is easy to be kicked in the face."

When the words fell, Professor Yan couldn't help but raise his eyes to look at Jiang Qin, and the doubts in his heart became deeper.

He never understood where Jiang Qin's sharp vision, which could dig through the surface to the essence at a glance, came from.

He is only eighteen years old, and it is impossible for him to really crawl around in the field of human relations, which is really evil.

"School of Finance, what classes are you teaching now?" Professor Yan suddenly asked.

Jiang Qin raised his head: "I don't know." ”

“？？？？？”

"What is a class?" Jiang Qin looked dazed.

Professor Yan pursed his lips, took a sip from his teacup, and stopped talking.

And Tang Lin also secretly looked at Jiang Qin at this time, compared him with Xue Gang, and suddenly found that Xue Gang's glorious image of Zhu Xi in the student union had become a little weak.

Jiang Qin really has a different temperament, and she doesn't seem to be on the same level as the college boys she knows.

At first sight, Tang Lin felt that Jiang Qin was just a little handsome.

But this time, Tang Lin felt as if he was shining, and gradually understood why he became the target of the school girls.

A boy like this, Lingguang doesn't think he is glamorous from the outside, but after contact, you will find that he must know a lot of things that you don't understand, and he has a lot of things in his head.

"Everyone, work hard, I'll go out and do something else."

"Boss, do you want help?"

"No, I'm the boss, it's my responsibility to charge into battle, and I'll do the most difficult task!"

Jiang Qin's gaze deepened a lot, and then resolutely left from 208 and went to pick up Feng Nanshu in the girls' dormitory.

The class reunion of the fourth class of finance is tonight, and the final of the debate competition of Linchuan University is also tonight.

As soon as they arrived downstairs, the girls of 503 came down in a fancy way, and the six of them were all dressed up exquisitely, and even Wang Haini, who was more withdrawn, changed into a ladylike khaki trench coat.

Feng Nanshu is the most beautiful, and she is still the goddess Fan with an aura of aura, she was cold when she walked down the stairs, but when she saw Jiang Qin downstairs, her eyes moved in an instant.

"Jiang Qin."

Feng Nanshu's tone of these two words was soft and good.

"Is it cold to wear like this?" Jiang Qin pinched her coat and tried the thickness.

The little rich woman shook her head and pulled the clothes inside: "It's not cold, the sweater inside is thick." ”

"Jiang Qin, you really don't want to go to the party with us?"

Gao Wenhui also walked out of the door of the building at this time.

"There are other activities tonight, just go and play, Feng Nanshu will leave it to me."

When the little rich woman heard this, she couldn't help but raise her head, and her clear eyes shone with a glimmer of pleasure.

Gao Wenhui was a little regretful, not that Jiang Qin didn't go, after all, this was a gathering of the fourth class, and it had nothing to do with the third class, but everyone knew that Feng Nanshu wouldn't go where Jiang Qin didn't go.

She remembered a proverb called the water spilled by a married girl.

Feng Nanshu is now like a girl who married out of Class 4, and she is really a husband and wife.

Subsequently, the two groups parted ways, one went to the school gate to take a taxi, and the other went to the flyover to the central auditorium of the East School.

The cold in the evening was very heavy, Jiang Qin and Feng Nanshu walked slowly on the overpass, and in the gradually darkening sky, the cold air coming out of their mouths became more and more obvious.

"Jiang Qin, I'm cold."

Feng Nanshu wore a pair of fluffy lambskin boots, and there was a clattering sound on the overpass.

"Didn't you just say you weren't cold?"

Feng Nanshu stretched out his hand from his sleeve expressionlessly: "My little hands are cold, I don't believe you can try it." ”

"Alas, who made me a very warm and kind person since I was a child."

Jiang Qin said solemnly, and grabbed her soft little hand and put it into his pocket.

"My other little hand is cold too." Feng Nan said softly.

The other one?

Put it in my pocket too?

Isn't that a hug?

"I'll warm this one up first, and I'll change sides for you later." Jiang Qin's main focus is that oil and salt do not enter.

"Oh."

Feng Nanshu snorted expressionlessly, looking even colder than this early winter night.

The winter evening was very short, and when the two of them walked halfway to the overpass, the lights suddenly turned on, and the cold light sprinkled down, stretching the figures of the two people longer and longer, and the white fog that drifted away with their breathing became obvious.

A school photographer was standing on the overpass at this time, and couldn't help but be stunned when he saw the backs of the two, and then raised the camera to take a picture.

Half an hour later, Jiang Qin took Feng Nanshu to the central auditorium, the entrance of the auditorium was brightly lit, and the contestants and spectators who came to participate in the debate were entering the hall in turn.

Zhuang Siyu was organizing students to maintain order at the door, and walked after seeing Jiang Qin.

"Junior, your place is arranged, in the second row of 2012 and 2013."

"Has the debate changed?"

"You'll find out if you go in and see."

Jiang Qin led Feng Nanshu into the auditorium, looked down from a high place, and found two banners hanging above the stage.

One is the sponsorship banner of the forum, and the other is the debate topic of the competition.

Positive: If the ending is bad, you should also enjoy the process

Opposite: If the ending is bad, there is no need to start at all

Jiang Qin took a deep breath, pulled Feng Nanshu towards the seat, and saw Zhang Baiqing before he arrived, and in addition to Zhang Baiqing, there was another face that he knew but was not too familiar, that was Yao Yanling, the president of the Literary Society.

Yao Yanling didn't expect Jiang Qin to appear here, her face changed slightly, a little unnatural.

She angrily reprimanded Shi Miaomiao back then, saying that what she wrote was garbage and worthless, but Shi Miaomiao has now become the writer with the most fans on the forum.

At the beginning, because Jiang Qin accepted Shi Miaomiao's manuscript, she directly forced the members to break off the cooperation with Zhihu, but Jiang Qin went to the Linchuan Youth Daily and became the sponsor of the debate competition.

In just three months, everything happened so fast that this domineering senior sister was a little embarrassed.

She watched Jiang Qin come over, feeling that he would definitely greet her, calling Senior Sister or something, but she didn't know how to deal with it.

In the next second, Jiang Qin really spoke.

"Principal Zhang, when I see your old man again, I have tears in my eyes."