Rebirth 2004: I can make money by writing.

this night,

The starry sky is bright, the bright moon hangs high in the sky, and the silver light falls gently, covering the earth with a mysterious veil.

Under the ancient banyan tree in Hualong Village, villagers gathered together and played cards under the lights.

Every night, in order to attract customers, the owner of the village shop would move his large LCD TV to the door of the shop for villagers to watch the shows.

At this time, the county news was being broadcast on TV, and one of the segments happened to be an interview with Hao Qiang.

Some of the villagers gathered in front of the TV had already recognized Hao Qiang and exclaimed, "Hey, isn't this Hao Qiang, the son of Hao Jianjun?"

"Oh yeah, he actually appeared on TV and was interviewed by reporters!"

Seeing something new, one villager shouted to the villagers in the distance, calling more villagers to come and watch: "Everyone come and see, Hao Jianjun's son is on TV!"

As soon as the shouting died down, several villagers actually ran over to join in the fun, asking curiously, "Did you get arrested for something? Or was something on TV?"

"Don't make a fuss. Let's see first. This situation doesn't look like a crime. It seems like it's happening at school."

Next, the villagers watched attentively. When the show ended, they realized that Hao Qiang had achieved excellent results in the college entrance examination. He even won the first place in the province in the Chinese subject and wrote an essay in classical Chinese. This matter was also reported in the provincial newspaper.

"I see, that's amazing! He really managed to get into a key university. It seems Hao Jianjun wasn't bragging!"

"Huh, who knows? He usually loves to brag. This time, it's because his son is great, but it doesn't mean he is great himself."

"You can't say that. Without Hao Jianjun, how could there be such an outstanding son? Haha, his son is amazing, so he is qualified to brag."

After the TV report came out, the villagers' comments gradually leaned towards Hao Jianjun's side. Previously, many villagers thought that Hao Jianjun was bragging and that Hao Qiang had no chance of getting into college.

Now, he is the top scorer in the imperial examination, although he is only the top scorer in a single subject, but it is also very remarkable.

Coincidentally, Chen Zhen’s wife happened to see the news report at home. After reading it, she couldn’t help but mutter, “What a lucky bastard!

I don't know if I'll be accepted yet, so don't get too excited. It's just the top scorer in one subject. I thought I was the top scorer in the entire province! He's so flamboyant, he even appears on TV."

Chen Zhen was jealous when he heard his wife's sour words, but he was still sensible. He lit a cigarette, took a deep puff, and said, "Hey, wife, let's be realistic. Hao Qiang is really good, but Hao Jianjun might be a bit arrogant."

"How could Hao Jianjun have given birth to such a son? Maybe Hao Qiang isn't his biological son."

"Haha, let's just talk about this here. If we tell others about it, even if Hao Jianjun comes to our door with a knife, we won't pay any attention to him."

"His family is occupying our rice fields, so he is right?"

"Forget it. It's hard to explain the past. Let's just see if our son can be admitted."

"That's definitely no problem." Chen Ming's mother said, still a little worried.

At the same time, she was very jealous of Hao Jianjun's son's high scores.

That night, many villagers saw Hao Qiang's interview report.

However, Hao Qiang's parents missed the news reports about their son.

The next morning, after finishing his farm work at home, Hao Jianjun prepared to go to the big banyan tree at the entrance of the village to watch the villagers play cards and relax.

However, when he walked under the big banyan tree, he was surprised to find that many villagers were congratulating him.

"Jianjun, congratulations! Your son scored very high on the college entrance exam and even took first place in the province in Chinese!"

"What? Number one?"

Hao Jianjun was a little confused. He only knew that his son’s total score was 657 and his provincial ranking, but his son didn’t say that he was the top scorer in Chinese. Did he let something slip?

"Oh, you're still playing dumb!

"Your son was on the county TV station last night, and a reporter interviewed him. You're such a good pretender!" A villager said with a scornful smile.

"Ah, my son is on TV? I didn't watch TV last night!" Hao Jianjun looked at the villagers around him who seemed to know everything. He felt that he and his wife had missed it, and he slapped his thigh and said with regret.

When Hao Jianjun saw some villagers mocking him, he tried to explain: "I really didn't see it. What a joke."

Next, Hao Jianjun turned to the surrounding villagers and asked, "Was my son on TV last night?"

"Yeah, didn't you know? Your son is amazing. The reporters all praised his writing skills."

"really do not know!"

Hao Jianjun asked several villagers and after confirmation, he finally believed that his son was really on TV.

However, he did not stop there, but continued to ask other villagers, fearing that others would not know the glory of his son. When he heard others praising his son, he felt very happy and delighted.

Of course, some villagers said that he was pretending to be stupid and showing off.

Hao Jianjun strolled leisurely under the big banyan tree, his heart filled with satisfaction and pride, then strolled around the village, continuing to enjoy the envious gazes of other villagers.

If he encounters an uninformed villager, Hao Jianjun will take the initiative to ask: "Brother, did you watch TV last night?"

"I didn't see it. Is something wrong?"

Hao Jianjun handed the other person a cigarette, scratched his head lightly, and had a puzzled look on his face: "Hey, someone said that my son took the first place in the province in the Chinese language test of the college entrance examination, got full marks in the composition, and was even interviewed by a reporter from the county TV station last night. I didn't see it yesterday, so I'm asking.

Whether it is true or not, it is not a trivial matter after all, right?

In fact, it doesn’t matter whether it’s true or not. I’m just afraid that someone will spread it around and tarnish my son’s reputation, and also ruin my own reputation.”

When the villagers received the cigarettes, they showed appreciation on their faces. Regardless of whether they were real or not, they would say something nice: "Wow, that's great! If someone saw it, it must be real."

But I still feel a little contempt in my heart. Hao Jianjun, your reputation may not be that good.

"Well, let me ask again. My son is really something. He called me the day before yesterday and only said that he scored 657 points, which was more than 100 points above the key line, but he didn't say that he was the top scorer in Chinese. He even appeared on TV. He is so careless and not at all worrying." Hao Jianjun sighed and left.

The villager who was asked smoked Hao Jianjun's cigarette and felt that the smell was a bit sour.

……

Last night, Hao Qiang and Wu Hai spent the whole night in the Internet cafe.

Hao Qiang immersed himself in the ocean of coding and reaped great rewards.

The effect of typing is indeed better than handwriting, and it is less likely to make you feel tired.

He also thought about buying a computer, but it was not convenient to explain the source of the money to his family at the moment, so he decided to wait until the school rewards were distributed.

After checking the recent market conditions of Moutai stock, the lowest share price was 42.5 yuan and the highest reached 47.3 yuan. Yesterday's closing price was 46.7 yuan, which was only a slight increase compared to the price when he bought it.

He knew that this stock was suitable for long-term holding and that short-term fluctuations would not be significant.

But in two or three months, the stock price will definitely rise.

Hao Qiang did not dare to use leverage to trade stocks. Stocks rise in the long run, but they also fall sharply in the short run. When the losses reach a certain level, the securities company will forcibly close the positions. Then he will not make a penny and will lose money.

Wu Hai played "fireinthehole" for the whole night, and Hao Qiang played a few games of CS with him when he was tired of typing.

At three o'clock in the morning, Wu Hai was no longer in the mood to play CS. Instead, he was deeply attracted by the short video at the next table and couldn't take his eyes off it.

Hao Qiang took a glance and found that the student at the next table to Wu Hai was wearing headphones and watching a romantic action movie with great interest.

Wu Hai's peeping was discovered by the student, but the guy didn't feel embarrassed and continued to happily enjoy the 18th set of radio gymnastics. Feeling a little stuffy, he unbuttoned a few buttons of his shirt.

Wu Hai realized that he had been discovered by Hao Qiang and felt a little embarrassed. He quickly turned his head to his screen. After seeing Hao Qiang continue to concentrate on typing, he breathed a sigh of relief and continued to look away, appreciating it seriously.

In fact, Wu Hai really wanted to ask that guy where he found the resources and if he could share them with him. He searched for a long time but couldn't find them.

Maybe the guy got bored after watching too much, so he turned off the video and went to sleep, which made Wu Hai angry: Brother, keep watching!

If you turn it off, how can I study?

You are happy, but I am not happy enough!

Otherwise, just tell me where the resources are!

Seeing that guy was sleeping soundly, Wu Hai sighed inwardly and continued playing his CS.

I don’t know why, but my aim is not accurate, maybe because I am distracted.

At around eight o'clock in the morning, the two left Happy Internet Cafe and found that the sky was gray and it was drizzling.

The sky was bright and starry last night, but it started raining this morning. What is God trying to do?

The two of them covered their hair with their hands and ran to a nearby breakfast shop to have breakfast. They both ordered rice rolls. After they finished eating, the rain stopped, but the sky was still gray.

The rainy season in Guangxi Province is from April to September. Although it does not last long, it is frequent and annoying.

On the way back to school, Hao Qiang looked at the jasmine fields on the side of the road and found that the jasmine leaves were tender and juicy.

However, such weather is very bad for flower farmers. The flowers picked today will drop in price. If it rains harder, there will be no harvest today. Tea factories will not accept wet jasmine flowers.

When I returned to campus, I ran into Chen Mengqi and Li Yuan, and there was Lin Fan who was helping with my luggage.

Lin Fan saw Hao Qiang and gave him a proud and victorious smile.

However, Lin Fan's foot hit the steps unexpectedly and he staggered. He managed to stabilize himself, but because the items in the box were too heavy and the zipper of the plastic box was of poor quality, the clothes and books in the box were thrown out with a loud noise.

Chen Mengqi watched helplessly as her clothes fell to the dirty, wet ground. She felt terrible and couldn't help but exclaimed in pain, "Ah, my clothes!"

What made her even more embarrassed was that two bras were turned out. One of them was the one she changed into last night and had not had time to wash it, so she planned to take it home to wash it.

Her face instantly turned pale and she glared at Lin Fan, not knowing what to say.

Although Chen Mengqi didn't scold Lin Fan, she still felt a little resentful in her heart. If she had known earlier, she would not have asked him to help with the luggage.

Hao Qiang and Wu Hai just glanced back and continued walking straight towards the dormitory.

At this moment, Lin Fan felt extremely embarrassed. His originally smug smile froze instantly. He apologized to Chen Mengqi with deep regret, "Mengqi, I, I didn't mean to. I'm sorry! Let me pick it up for you."

At this moment, he really blamed Hao Qiang. It was numb. If it weren't for him, he would have bumped into things while walking.

"You don't have to pick it up!"

Chen Mengqi was in a depressed mood and refused to help pick up the things. She just lowered her head and quickly packed her own clothes. At the same time, she looked at Hao Qiang's back with mixed feelings.

Li Yuan squatted down to help her pick up her luggage, and comforted her, "Mengqi, Lin Fan didn't mean it. Your luggage is indeed a bit heavy, and the suitcase can't bear it."

"I know."

Chen Mengqi replied indifferently, feeling a little bit of blame towards Hao Qiang and also dissatisfied with Lin Fan.

If Hao Qiang had not happened to pass by, perhaps this would not have happened.

Besides, why did it happen in such awful weather? Now I have to wash my clothes again.

God clearly wants to punish her. Did she do something wrong?

Lin Fan felt a little disappointed when he saw Chen Mengqi's tone towards him suddenly turned cold. He looked at Hao Qiang's back and felt even more resentful.

He just stood there quietly, at a loss, so embarrassed that he just wanted to find a rat hole to crawl into.

At the same time, Wu Hai walked in front and said to Hao Qiang with a smile: "This pretty boy is so unlucky. A good thing turned into a bad thing. I just saw him, and that bastard was smiling smugly at you, haha."

Hao Qiang raised the corners of his mouth slightly and couldn't help laughing.

Wu Hai saw Hao Qiang just chuckled and continued to tease, "That bastard is really thick-skinned. You're right to say he's a bootlicker.

It seems that Chen Mengqi doesn't like him. I really don't know how many more years Lin Fan will continue to pursue her. Will he keep licking her until she dies?

"Dead Sea, don't laugh at others. At least they are brave enough to pursue you. Being thick-skinned is not a bad thing. It's the most effective way to pursue women."

"Well, it sounds like you're praising yourself. Although you don't lick women, you're as thick-skinned as a city wall. You said Han Qingying owes you three meals. When are you going to ask her to pay you back?"

The two of them walked and talked, and soon returned to the dormitory. Hao Qiang did not answer directly, but replied sleepily: "I stayed up all night, I'm tired!"

"Fuck you, just avoid me when I ask a serious question!"

"I told you, I don't have a sister. I'm your uncle! I'm sleepy. Do you want to sleep with me?"

"Accompany your uncle!"

"Haha, my uncle is having fun in the ghost town. Do you really want to go and keep him company?"

The two chatted for a few minutes, then quickly rinsed their mouths and washed their faces, but they didn't want to take a shower, so they just lay down on the bed to catch up on their sleep.

When the sun was high in the sky, the two woke up and found that their roommates had left.

"Qiangzi, it's just the two of us!" Wu Hai sat on the bed, looking at the empty dormitory, feeling very empty.

Hao Qiang nodded: "Yeah!"

Wu Hai suddenly felt the urge to urinate, so he quickly got up from the bed and urinated in the bathroom. When he flushed the toilet, he found that the water was out.

"Damn it! The water supply was cut off before everyone finished leaving. There's not even any water left. Forget it, I'll just leave this as a souvenir for the next generation."

"Stop being disgusting and be a human being!" Hao Qiang said contemptuously. He couldn't help but have to pee, so he got up and ran to the bathroom to flush the toilet. He shook it twice and accidentally spilled it on his hands.

He walked out of the bathroom, patted Wu Hai on the shoulder, and pushed him to get a bucket of water to rinse before leaving.

"Why don't you go? That's disgusting!" Wu Hai cursed, but finally he picked up the bucket and went to the bathroom to get water.

After Wu Hai finished cleaning, the two packed their luggage, put the keys on the table, and walked out of the dormitory.

Unexpectedly, the weather had cleared up and the air had become fresher and more pleasant.

The jasmine flowers outside the school appear even more pure and white under the sunlight, like a white ocean.

When the two walked to the school gate, they couldn't help but look back at the eye-catching big words on the gate: "Hengxian No. 2 High School".

Maybe, after a while, they will have to go back to school to get their admission letters.

Hope everything goes well.

The two left the campus and had lunch outside.

After lunch, I took a taxi to the bus station and took another bus home.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Hao Qiang returned home and found that only his mother was at home watching TV.

When the mother saw her son come home, she took his bedding, planned to hang it out to dry and wash the sheets.

"Son, I heard from the villagers that you were on the county TV station yesterday?"

"Is that true? Where is Dad?"

"Your dad, I heard you were on TV, come hang out, what a show-off."

"Haha, I feel like a mascot."

At five o'clock in the afternoon, Hao Jianjun was chewing a foxtail root, with a satisfied smile on his face. He was holding his son's favorite dish of lemon duck and humming a little song: "I walked freely along the avenues,

I smiled triumphantly.

He laughed triumphantly again, ha ha ha. "

Recently, the mainland TV series "The Four Treasures of the Emperor" is on the air. Hao Jianjun has listened to the theme song "Smiling with Delight" countless times, and he can recite it even if he can't sing it.

However, he only knew these three sentences over and over again.

When I got home and walked into my son's room, I saw him writing. I asked him about the TV interview and the top scorer in Chinese. After getting confirmation, I felt relieved.

In the evening, when the family of three was having dinner, Hao Jianjun happily talked about interesting things in the village and said that Chen Zhen would take a detour whenever he met him.

Hao Qiang advised: "Dad, keep a low profile. It's not a good thing to be disliked by others."

Not all villagers want his family to live well unless it can bring them benefits.

"Okay, I'll listen to my son." Hao Jianjun felt satisfied today. It was the most glorious day of his in recent years.

In the following days, Hao Qiang stayed at home, working hard to write and gain experience every day, with the only thing on his mind being upgrading.

By July 5, there was still a shortfall of 91,000 words.

As of July 8, there are still 39,900 words left.

At nine o'clock in the morning on July 9, Hao Qiang felt the pain in his right hand again, so he quickly wrote with his left hand.

"Hey, I finally understand why some people hate Pinxixi so much!"

Finally, at ten o'clock in the morning, the writing level finally reached level 5.