Extraordinary Genius

After the construction of the pig farm, Feng Yu was quickly kicked back to school by his father with a chicken fur duster. The student's task was to study well. Every day he knew money and money, and everyone drilled money into his eyes.

Turning to June, the weather turned heated and wind and rain fans started producing and selling again, but this year's sales performance was not very good. It is not expected that more than 50,000 units will be ordered nationwide, and profits will shrink dramatically.

This is still a boost in TV advertising, otherwise it's a question of selling more than 20,000 units. No way, now there are too many plastic electric fans. A small factory at the county level, even a small privately run factory, can produce them. Although the market is still huge, there are too many types of products, the wind and rain fans are nothing special, and the market is separated.

Feng Yu sighed. Looks like the new electric fan is on the schedule.

In business, Feng Yu is less busy, and in school, he is naturally more leisurely. One month before the exam, he had plenty of time to prepare.

But at this time, the teacher came to inform them that the senior year had to ask them to consult with their parents and report the choice.

More than in previous life, the whole country is now rethinking light texts. Almost 80 per cent of students choose science, and only some girls choose literature.

But when Feng Yu Ben received the class enrollment form, his eyebrows wrinkled into a kawaji.

What's the matter, Feng Yu actually reported to Literature? And Lena, the science grades are good. Why go to Literature Class? Don't you understand the phrase "learn mathematical physics and chemistry and walk all over the world without fear"?

The class director called Feng Yu and Li Na to the office and wanted to talk to them. This is all the best students in the class. How can you go to the literature class to “corrupt”!

“Leena, Feng Yu, did you two fill out the wrong form, how do you fill out the literature?” The class director found the form, indicating that he could modify it now.

Li Na looked at Feng Yu in surprise. Why did he fill out the literature?

Li Na's ideal is to be a teacher, and literature is naturally better. But Feng Woo's ideal is to be a big boss, shouldn't he be studying science?

Li Na suddenly thought, on the day of filling out the form, Feng Yu specifically asked if she was going to go to Literature or Science. Is it for her?

Feng Yu pushed back the form handed over by the class director: "Teacher, we filled it out correctly. The relationship between literature and science will be a contribution to the country in the future. ”

“But science clearly has a better future. Don't get yourself wrong! ”

Feng Yu laughed: "Teacher, were you studying literature too? ”

The class director's language is jammed, he is literature, but he wasn't good at science, he was only good at memory, but how could he say that? Isn't that self-destructive?

“How so, my ideal is to be a teacher! Literature can make me a better teacher and better impart language knowledge to you!” The class director found himself an excellent excuse.

Li Na said weakly: "Teacher, my ideal is also to be a teacher. ”

Feng Yu immediately answered: “Yeah, how nice to be an honorable teacher of the people, just like our class director. ”

The class director didn't know whether to cry or laugh. The two students were praising him, but he wanted the two students to learn. There was a better future. He took advantage of the allocation of work.

“What about you? Feng Woo, do you want to be a teacher too?” The class director would never believe that a student like Feng Yu would want to be a teacher.

“No, I want to be a secretary, literature is just the right professional counterpart.” Feng Yu told a long prepared lie.

As secretary to someone else? Nonsense, Feng Yu himself plans to recruit ten or eight secretaries in the future. Some are responsible for pouring water with tea, some are responsible for printing documents, some are responsible for kneading shoulders, some are responsible for cleaning and hygiene, some are responsible for eye care, some are responsible for daytime, some are responsible for... cough, can't think anymore.

Feng Yu wants to be the boss, learn management, and the literature examination management major will be easier than science. Besides, Feng Yu has a better memory right now. Physical chemistry and so on should be left to the talented classmates. He can carry history and geography and so on.

Isn't it enough to have a language, a Russian pocket, his memory, and all the tools he's prepared to definitely get him into the Peking City University Department of Management? Do you think he'll make it to Huaqing?

Feng Yu's ideal surprised the class director. Is there anyone else's ideal to be a secretary? He recalled that Feng Yu's words should mean being an official. Many of the major leaders, started by secretaries, are equivalent to the worshippers in the factory, there are direct leaders and the mountain leads!

The class director was helpless, and he couldn't say that Feng Yu's ideals were wrong. Now, who doesn't want to be a leader, besides undergraduate college, is a cadre in itself. Isn't it a good idea to go somewhere?

“You two really don't think about it anymore?” The class director's last effort.

Feng Yu shook her head at the same time as Li Na, and the class manager waved blatantly, letting them leave. Forget it. Two less pointed students in the class.

From the teacher's office, Li Na looked at Feng Yu all the time, her eyes filled with emotion.

“Feng Yu, you don't have to do this. You want to be the boss, isn't science great? You don't have to be in a class with me.” Li Na Psychic said.

Feng Yu stunned for a moment. Lena thought he was studying for her? This kind of thing is only explained by a fool, just let her misunderstand.

“I bought you that poem you liked and it'll be mailed in a couple of days.” Feng Yu turned the subject off.

“Well, go back to reading, you've been on leave for another half a month last month. ”

Feng Yu chuckled: “I'm sure it won't happen again. The company is fine this month. By the way, you have to make it up to me in math. I didn't get that question yesterday. Let's go out to dinner at night, we should get some water ~ There's a halal halal on the other side of the road, and I hear the barbecue in there tastes really good. ”

Feng Yu is usually busy and doesn't feel that time is enough. But I don't know why, with Lena, he wouldn't be so agitated, even if the two of them just sat quietly reading each other's books, Feng Yu would be in a very good mood.

“Well, call the East Army and Zhang Han. ”

When I mentioned them, Feng Yu was very unhappy. Zhang Han didn't know if he took laxatives every day. In such a short time, he lost some weight, and now he may be less than 120 kg. Wen Dongjun bragged in his ear every day, how good his eyes were at first, and how good Zhang Han was at first, how beautiful he is now. Feng Yu's ears are almost cocooned.

As a result, Feng Yu is now going to eat good food and doesn't want to take Wen Dongjun with him!

This product not only stuffed itself in the mouth, but kept clinging to Zhang Han bowl. Even though Zhang Han can't eat, he doesn't care if Feng Yu eats or not.

But Wen Dongjun couldn't go with Zhang Han. Li Na wouldn't go out with Feng Yu alone. Feng Yu had to barely answer for him. I was wondering how to make Wendong Army a bit of an eye-catcher. When I watch movies at the Culture Palace at night, I can stop coming with them!

PS1: Ninety-five years ago, college graduate package distribution, when undergraduate students were all cadres, and the post-graduate part was. PS2: Today is the third change, the remaining two times are the same, ask for favorites, ask for recommendations. PS3: How many secretaries do you want? Leave a message in the book review area, you can discuss this topic with penetration!