Reborn in 1999: Starting as a black marketeer

Wang Feiyang had important business to attend to and didn't have time to chat with them. Seeing that Hu Xiaoyun was also coming over to say something, he quickly waved his hand and said, "I have some things to do later, so I'll be going now."

After saying that, before Zhang Liang and the other two could react, they quickly grabbed their backpacks and walked out of the small classroom.

I quickened my pace and caught up with Ms. Wu, who had just come out and was still waiting for the elevator. I smiled and said, "Ms. Wu, I'm going to see a high school classmate this afternoon, so I'd like to ask for leave."

Teacher Wu nodded knowingly, "It's alright, go ahead. To be honest, with your Russian level, there's not much I can teach you, haha."

Wang Feiyang scratched his head, smiled shyly, and didn't say anything more.

After going downstairs, Wang Feiyang quickly walked through the back door towards the school cafeteria. The building where they were training belonged to the university's guesthouse, where Wang Feiyang stayed. Zhang Liang and Guo Juan were from the provincial capital and stayed at their own homes, while Hu Xiaoyun probably felt that the guesthouse was too poor, so she stayed at a high-end hotel not far from the school.

However, for Wang Feiyang, the conditions at the school's guesthouse were already quite good. It had a TV, a ceiling fan, and a bathroom, and he could take a hot shower every day. For someone like him who stayed there long-term, it only cost eight hundred yuan a month. What was there to complain about?

Moreover, living here makes it very convenient to eat at the school cafeteria. The food at the university cafeteria is much better than what he ate when he was in high school, and it's also cheaper.

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It was lunchtime, and the cafeteria was bustling with students eating. Wang Feiyang queued up and bought a bowl of knife-cut noodles, which was very cheap, only two yuan.

It's not that he doesn't want to eat something nice, but right now every dollar is crucial to him, because a two-dollar lottery ticket can be exchanged for 300 dollars, which is a 150-fold return!

In his opinion, this bowl of knife-cut noodles cost the equivalent of three hundred yuan, which was quite expensive...

Therefore, he wanted to save money as much as possible so that he could buy more lottery tickets, which is why he asked Zhang Liang and Hu Xiaoyun for money.

Unfortunately, there's no time left. The lottery draw is tonight, and there's no time to go home and ask his parents for some money. Bank transfers are too troublesome these days, and besides, Wang Feiyang doesn't even have a bank card.

He found a corner to sit down with his knife-cut noodles, and started thinking about what had happened that afternoon while eating.

Wang Feiyang's leave of absence wasn't because he was lazy and didn't want to go to class; he had something important to do. He remembered that Zhang Liang's winning lottery ticket was going to be drawn tonight, so he had to hurry up and buy the ticket this afternoon.

This is a matter of utmost importance, concerning his first pot of gold in this life, and cannot be taken lightly!

Of course, Wang Feiyang had also considered what would happen if things went wrong and Zhang Liang didn't win the lottery in this life.

At worst, he would only lose about three thousand yuan, which included his own money and the money he had borrowed. Although it was not a small amount for Wang Feiyang now, he could definitely afford it.

At most, I'll just have to bite the bullet and ask my parents for more living expenses. After paying back the loan, I'll just have to live frugally for the next three months...

In addition, this can also help Wang Feiyang verify whether the things that happened in the "other life" in his mind will still happen accurately!

This is quite important, even more important than whether you win the lottery.

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"Wang Feiyang? It really is you!"

A surprised female voice suddenly rang out behind him, startling Wang Feiyang. He turned around and was stunned.

"Song Yi..."

He recognized the girl who was speaking; she was Song Yi, his high school classmate. However, there was another girl with Song Yi who looked somewhat familiar. She seemed to be his high school classmate as well, but not in the same class. So Wang Feiyang was a little unsure and simply smiled and nodded to the girl.

Song Yi was the class's arts and culture representative in high school. She sang well, could dance, was quite pretty, and had a cheerful and outgoing personality. She was very popular among her classmates, so Wang Feiyang was quite happy to suddenly meet her.

"Why are you eating here? You didn't get into this university too, did you? I remember I was the only one from our class who got in. Oh, let me introduce you, this is our high school classmate, from Class 3, her name is Wang Yan."

As they spoke, Song Yi and Wang Yan sat down with their food.

"Hey, you know my grades, how did I get into such a good university? I'm planning to study in Russia through the study abroad agency at your school. Before I go, I need to take three months of Russian language training in China, at the school's guesthouse..." Wang Feiyang explained briefly, half-jokingly and half-seriously.

Song Yi and Wang Yan exchanged a glance, both a little surprised. After all, not many people can study abroad these days, especially for people like them who live in small counties. They never expected that Wang Feiyang, who was quite low-key in high school, could study abroad. It seems that his family is quite extraordinary.

"Going to study abroad?! Then when you come back, you'll be a top student who's returned from overseas!" Song Yi exclaimed, slightly exaggeratedly.

Back then, "sea turtle" was actually a positive term...

Wang Feiyang shook his head with a smile: "It's just about going abroad to get a diploma. If you could get into a good university in China, who would want to go abroad? Let's not talk about that. I really didn't expect that after graduating from high school, and seeing everyone going their separate ways, I would still be classmates with you for another three months, haha."

It's no wonder Wang Feiyang said that, after all, communication wasn't advanced back then. Let alone mobile phones, most students probably didn't even have landline phones at home. As for the Internet, it was just emerging, and computers were not something ordinary families could afford.

Therefore, after graduating from high school, most of the classmates lost contact with each other.

Especially for someone like Wang Feiyang who didn't get into university, he was even more embarrassed to contact his other classmates. Since the college entrance exam results came out, Song Yi was the first high school classmate he saw.

Wang Yan chuckled and teased, "Yes, it seems Xiao Yi and you are destined for each other."

A blush crept onto Song Yi's fair face. She naturally understood what Wang Yan meant, glanced at Wang Feiyang somewhat embarrassedly, and then pinched Wang Yan under the table to tell her not to talk nonsense.

Wang Feiyang didn't think much of it and laughed it off, saying, "There were so many classmates in our year, and so many people in the provincial capital, yet only the three of us ran into each other. It really is fate."

Seemingly to avoid any misunderstandings, Song Yi changed the subject and asked about studying abroad. After hearing that Wang Feiyang was about to become a student at Moscow State University, she expressed her envy for a long time.

As they spoke, Wang Feiyang had finished his large bowl of knife-cut noodles. He took out a tissue to wipe his mouth and said with a smile, "Song Yi, Wang Yan, I have something to do this afternoon, so I have to go first. Anyway, I'm staying at the guesthouse, so come visit me sometime."

"Oh, okay then. We're old classmates now. Wang Feiyang, if you need any help these days, just let me know. Don't be shy." Song Yi was just being polite.

Just as Wang Feiyang was about to get up, he sat down again upon hearing this. "I suddenly remembered that there is something I really need your help with..."