90s: Koi beauty reborn and became rich

In addition to lamenting, Zong Qi was also a little curious: Shanghai SIPG and Nanming are so far away from each other, and Yangcheng should be closer. The level of the university in Yangchang is comparable to that of Shanghai SIPG. Why does the girl want to go to Shanghai SIPG?

There's something strange about this girl.

Yi Congxin did not hide anything from the old principal, and calmly told the truth about his situation.

The old man and his younger brother are both from Shanghai SIPG, and of course, she, the professor that the original owner admired, also teaches at Shanghai SIPG.

After much consideration, although the universities in Beijing and Guangzhou are both good, and my own school is also good, the one at Shanghai SIPG still best meets the common needs of several people.

"Your grandpa is not your biological grandfather, but someone from Shanghai Port?" Zong Qi was even more confused.

He couldn't help but think of the maple tree with a "dragon head and phoenix tail". His old friend was also from Shanghai Port.

The two haven't seen each other for decades and don't know how he is doing.

Anyway, it would be better...

Zong Qizheng's heart was moved.

He has been in Nanming Province for so many years, isn't it time for him to go out for a walk?

Yi Congxin's idea of ​​leaving Nanming Province inspired him. Zong Qizheng was a flexible person, not too obsessed with fame and fortune, with a good attitude and a broad mind. When he was young, he studied abroad and visited many places.

Now, his children have all found jobs and left home, and he and his wife are still in good health and can go wherever they want.

My husband has been cooped up at home for half his life, and last year he retired with nothing to do. His only grandson is a major concern for his grandmother, so my husband only sees him once a month, and rarely sees him the rest of the time.

Come to think of it, I should take her out to play for a few years now!

Generally speaking, after stepping back, university presidents have a variety of possible options.

In addition to retiring to enjoy one's old age, fishing, raising birds, etc., one can also become an "expert principal" and enter politics and embark on a career in politics; one can also return to scientific research and teaching positions, stay on campus to complete academic monographs; some people just serve as consultants, inspectors, etc., and do sinecures.

Zong Qizheng originally planned to stay at the school as a consultant to complete the book he had always wanted to write. But now it seems that this consulting job can be done anywhere, and there is no place where he can't write an academic monograph.

Isn’t there a latest research discovery abroad that shows that leaving familiar places to study and do research can help your brain become clearer?

Hey! Maybe he's writing a book at Shanghai SIPG, and his thoughts are clearer!

He also has some connections in the medical community at Shanghai SIPG...

Zong Qizheng's thoughts suddenly opened up.

Why not take advantage of the opportunity of studying and take my wife to Shanghai Port for a few years, and visit those old friends.

If I don't go see them now, I don't know if I will have the chance to meet them again in this life.

However, the matter of accepting a disciple really needs to be put aside for now.

Although Zong Qizheng was reluctant to give up such a good seedling, he looked further ahead.

If her future mentor doesn't care about these rules, he will definitely act "steady, accurate and ruthless" and will not let go of this "future apprentice".

If that person cares, then he has to think of other ways, such as letting the girl be his assistant in editing a book, to "surround him from the side" and "save the country in a roundabout way."

After thinking about this, Zong Qi was no longer panicking.

He poured Yi Congxin a glass of water with a pleasant face and talked to her about the direction of her future studies and research.

Speaking of this, Yi Congxin also became excited, just like she wanted to eat hot pot, she had been holding it in for a long time.

She has been here for almost a month. In her previous life, she was surrounded by people who knew about medicine. She could always find someone to talk to about this subject and she never felt lonely.

But now, although the old man in the family is a great expert, he is really "hidden". He doesn't like to talk but only likes to listen, or he buries himself in the medicinal materials and says nothing; Xin Yu wants to talk, but he doesn't understand anything at all; the father and son of the Zheng family know a little, but when they talk, they will talk about the medicinal materials business. As for their expertise... let's talk about business.

The old principal in front of her had been working in the medical field for a lifetime and was a leading figure in the industry. He was also willing to support her, so she was naturally willing to talk more with him.

The afternoon sun shines through the clouds, casting mottled light and shadows, like fragments of time jumping in space.

The old man and the young man, who are both teachers and friends and share the same interests, had a great time chatting.

We talked from the medicinal materials of Nanming to the school of Shanghai Port, from this exchange meeting to the situation of medicinal materials in the whole country, from domestic to overseas, from ancient medical prescriptions to modern research... until the sky outside the window unknowingly turned from bright to dark.

Yi Cong thought that he had to take the last bus back to the county, so he stood up and said goodbye reluctantly.

The setting sun was about to fall, and the sky was filled with sunset glow. The dusk gently enveloped the lush green trees. The man standing under the tree not far from the gate was Xin Yu, dressed in a refreshing white shirt and black pants.

There were two large boxes under his feet.

Yi Cong subconsciously thought that he had seen it wrong and rubbed his eyes.

Xin Yu waved at her.

There was an inexplicable joy on his face.

"Is this your box?" Yi Congxin asked as he approached.

Xin Yu smiled and said "hmm" and asked, "Can you use a computer?"

Yi nodded ignorantly.

She is so good at it. She has never left that thing since she was three years old in her previous life.

"I bought a computer that both of us can use." Xin Yu patted the shell of the box.

He knows it!

Yi Congxin loves learning so much and has so many new words in her mind. Computers are new things to most people, but not necessarily to Yi Congxin. Maybe she can really use them.

It doesn't matter if she doesn't know how to use it, he can teach her, so that she will have more reasons to stay with her at night!

In short, everything is good!

"Really?!" Yi Congxin was surprised and could see the product name on the box clearly.

Suddenly I wondered, "Where did you get the money?"

She remembered that Xin Yu only earned a hundred or eighty yuan from collecting and selling herbs. Even if Zheng Mingcai gave him an "endorsement fee" in advance, it was only 600 yuan, and the total was less than a thousand yuan.

But computers are a rare commodity these days. A computer, including the main unit and the monitor, costs at least 10,000 yuan! Normally, it costs more than 10,000 yuan!

Most people don’t earn that much in a year!

Xin Yu is so young, yet he's so generous? Where does he get the money?

too weird!

Xin Yu was silent for half a second, then told the truth, "My mother left it to me."

Yi Congxin's expression suddenly changed from surprise and astonishment to something indescribable.

This guy spends money really lavishly!

That's the inheritance his mother left him! Every penny he spends is a penny less!

Pity the parents of the world.

I think Xin Yu's mother left him money to ensure his living and studies, and to prepare for emergencies, but this guy actually used it to play computer games?

Ever since learning about Xin Yu's biological father and stepmother, Yi Congxin felt that Xin Yu was a good kid in every way except for his bad temper. She developed respect for the mother who raised Xin Yu.