There were not many people wandering around the campus on weekends, and soon this happened. Many people still pointed at it when they saw it. Obviously, Mr. Zhao's fame became more and more intense after a day of fermentation.

When I arrived at the door of the dormitory, the door was closed, and there was a large piece of paper sticking on the door, saying, "See Zhao Bi for five yuan at a time."

Zhao Bi was speechless and pushed open the dormitory door directly and said angrily: "Which bastard is the paper at the door?"

"I posted it." Baili, who was lying on the lower bunk and sticking out his butt, raised his hand lazily.

"Very good. Your bonus this month is gone." Zhao Bi sneered.

Baili said quickly: "It's not my own idea. This is the result of the vote. If you don't believe it, please ask them."

Zhao Bi looked at the other four roommates. Luo Hao held up dumbbells and his thick arms veins bulged. Lou Feng focused on playing games before painting the computer.

Chen Xinhe was watching with an English book, and finally he said to Tu Hao, who was still knocking on melon seeds, "It won't work. Yesterday, the grandsons who wanted to see you almost broke the door of the dormitory. They had no choice but to do so."

The other people nodded wildly in agreement. Zhao Bi sat down speechlessly and said, "It's my fault, but why are you all cats in the dormitory on Sundays? Don't you go to play?"

"This doesn't matter!" Luo Hao put down the dumbbells, sat next to Zhao Bi, and asked with a grim look: "Where did you spend the night last night?"

Everyone else looked over with a lewd smile on his face.

"What, what's happening in your mind every day? Can you think of some positive energy?" Zhao Bi smiled and scolded.

"Isn't this curiosity?" Lou Feng ended the game and walked over in a very vulgar way.

Zhao Bi waved his hand and said, "If you are curious, ask Baili. His experience can tell you all the Eighteen Styles of Awei."

"Just him?" Luo Hao said contemptuously: "The girls he talked about are not good, they are not as powerful as your Qiu Baiwei's finger."

Baili pointed at Luo Hao in dissatisfaction and muttered: "The surname of Luo, what do you mean!"

"What? Want to challenge my biceps?" Luo Hao stood in front of Baili and raised his steel-like arm.

"Bah, vulgar." Baili said angrily.

At noon, six people in the dormitory went out for a meal together and then went to the Internet cafe to play games. They didn't go back to school at around 4 o'clock. There was no way, and there was no need to be absent from the instructor's weekly call-up meeting once a week.

The meeting point of Class 1 of Economics was downstairs of the business school office building. After clicking the name and explaining the matter, Zhao Bi was left alone by Cai Jing.

"Sister Cai, what's wrong?" Zhao Bi asked with a smile after walking into the office.

"Come on, sit down." Cai Jing pointed to the chair and said.

After Zhao Bi sat down obediently, Cai Jing said slowly: "I know that your career is doing well now, and Dean Zhou also specifically told me to be lenient to you. But you are a student after all, and you are only a freshman, so it is not appropriate to have four or five classes a week?"

Although I am really busy, I have to take the courses I should take occasionally. What do you think?"

Zhao Bi immediately promised: "I really shouldn't have done this, I will try to correct it."

Cai Jing smiled and said, "I am not trying to make things difficult for you, but as a tutor, I have the responsibility to be responsible for each of you students."

"Understand, fully understand." Zhao Bi began to chat with Cai Jing casually.

At this moment, an old man walked in at the door. He was thin and slightly hunched. He was wearing a patched Zhongshan suit. His pants were washed white and he was wearing a pair of military green liberation shoes under his feet.

His face was sallow and dry, with a wrinkle and wrinkle. He wore a round hat on his head, and his exposed temples were slightly white, and he looked very weak.

He walked straight to Zhao Bi's left and sat down opposite a male teacher. Zhao Bi knew him and was a tutor in business administration.

The old man and the instructor were chatting quietly, and the hoarse voice came into Zhao Bi's ears, and Trump was thick.

The counselor asked the old man why he came to the school from afar. The old man hesitated for a moment and said that he wanted the counselor to introduce his child to a winter vacation worker and not to let him go home during the winter vacation.

Or the longer the delay, the better. The old man said he went to the hospital for examination and had advanced liver cancer.

I have more than two months left, and my family is poor and I have no money to treat it.

The money is left to the child for studying, and he will not be allowed to go back during the winter vacation. If he finds that he is not here, it will be very sad and affects his studies.

The family had already agreed, and the neighbors agreed that if the child went back, they would tell him that he would go out to work in another place.

The counselor called the child in the old man's mouth, a sophomore student, wearing glasses, quiet and restrained.

His father looked at him like this, for a long time, and asked, "You have enough money to spend, you have to study hard in school."

Then he grabbed the boy's hand, and after a while, he said, "Go away quickly, don't delay your studies."

The boy left and didn't make any noise from beginning to end.

After thanking the old man and the counselor, they also walked out and staggered.

When he said that he was in a state of illness, the old man was very calm, but when he saw his son, his hands were trembling slightly.

Zhao Bi turned around and looked at the old man's bent back silently.

He casually asked the boy's name, then said goodbye to Cai Jing and walked out.

Outside the building, on campus road.

The boy was holding the old man and walking slowly. The two did not communicate too much. But the boy muttered softly: Old man, there is no class today.

Zhao Bi looked at the two of them leaving behind and then walked in another direction.

The fat child’s office is holding a regular meeting once a week, and this kind of summary meeting is held every week. But Zhao Bi doesn’t come all of them, but he will come when he has time.

When he walked into the room, Lin Xin and the others were speaking. After seeing Zhao Bi, they all stopped and looked at him.

"You guys continue, let's talk about it after the meeting." Zhao Bi smiled and found an empty seat and sat down. He skillfully clicked on the sky-distanced dragon.

Not long after, the meeting was over, and most of them left the office and went to work hard. Only some of the backbone personnel who were usually left behind in the office were left.

"President, what's the matter here?" Lin Xin brought a glass of water and asked with a smile.

"There is a good thing." Zhao Bi smiled.

"Is there any way to make a fortune?" Lin Xin's eyes lit up.

Zhao Bi took a sip of water and said, "I'm going to the phone card business and I can directly connect with the Jinling Mobile headquarters."

"Really or not?" The office began to become lively.

These people are old people in the school business world. They know everything they make money and don’t make money. Among them, the phone card business has also shown signs recently, and many students are doing it.

But at present, they all seem to be fighting each other, and they don’t seem to make a lot of money.

"President, let's talk about it in detail." Chen Maoran came up.

ps: Please vote, beat the boss, if you don’t vote, my life will be too dark.
Chapter completed!