The predecessor of Binhai Pearl Lighting City was a home decoration industry. The boss was named Yuan Jie. His success was legendary in one aspect. In 1995, Yuan Jie was still a rag king who collected rags. Later, he worked in a glass factory. Because of his hard work, he was favored by the factory owner's mother. Finally, he recognized a godson. Later, Yuan Jie slowly entered the home decoration industry as a regional manager. Now he is less than 30 years old and has five factories, sand, gravel, wood, hardware, lighting and glass, which can be said to be enough to take charge of a construction project.

However, due to the development of Binhai in the past two years, European style has entered the mainland. Mingzhu Lighting City has suffered heavy losses due to this trend. Although it adjusted its purchase channels and business focus, it still did not improve. Under the exclusion of its peers, Mingzhu Lighting City was officially transferred on October 15, 1998. The new boss actually followed Yuan Jie's business methods. Soon, after two months of operation, Mingzhu Lighting City was re-listed and became an optional bathing center in Binhai City.

At this moment, I'm afraid no one knows what potential Mingzhu Lighting City has.

The reason why Tang Xian remembers this matter so clearly is because when Yuan Jie visited his father, his mother nagged, and his mother was quite fond of business stories. Yuan Jie's path to success has long become a beautiful story in the Binhai business world.

However, if history has not been changed, Yuan Jie will still encounter a Waterloo and become a dot in his life.

Tang Xian had no intention of helping Yuan Jie, but for him, if he wanted to develop, the lighting city was the most suitable opportunity for him.

Tang Xian bit the pen and looked out the window, his mind was flying, where should he start.

I am still too young. If I am four years older, I will achieve twice the result with half the effort in anything I do.

Among some fantasy literature I once watched, some reborn protagonists were able to participate in adult conversations at the age of four or five. Now it seems that it is really nonsense. A little kid of four or five years old knows nothing. He is a big man of 176 cm. Now his parents don’t take him seriously.

"Money, money, money..."

Tang Xian, who couldn't figure it out for a while, grabbed his hair and muttered to himself with a frown.

He has never been a guy who is sensitive to money and material things. The reason why he became the owner of an extreme sports club in his previous life was because he likes adventure and challenges, but now he is stumped by money.

Jing Ying, who was sitting in the front row, raised her beautiful willow eyebrows slightly, turned her head slightly, and looked at Tang Xian who was close to the window from the corner of her eyes. A strange look appeared on her pretty face as tender as snow. It was obvious that she had heard Tang Xian’s mumbling just now.

"Hey... are you thinking about money?"

Tang Xian’s deskmate is Xu Qin. She is a pretty girl with an average appearance, average height, average grades, and cheerful personality. She can chat with anyone. Tang Xian in the whole class in her previous life was just a friend.

Tang Xian looked at Xu Qin for a long time before remembering her name. He shook his head and said nothing, but just looked out the window and sighed.

‘Damn… I can’t force myself, what have you ever been afraid of?’

Tang Xian has too many impulsive factors in his personality. Once in his circle, Tang Xian was the first person to dare to play 12 meters of speed down. Although he broke his calf afterwards, he lay in the hospital for nearly half a year.

As soon as Wen Lan entered the classroom, she also saw Tang Xian sitting by the window. From that incident, her eyes always subconsciously searched for Tang Xian, and now she has completely formed a habit.

At this moment, looking at Tang Xian with a sharp change in his image, there was obviously a hint of surprise in Wen Lan's bright and clear eyes. He didn't expect that this guy would change his image and be so handsome.

However, this thought only flashed through my mind, and then Wen Lan clapped her palms. When the classroom calmed down, she said with a smile: "The holiday is over, it's time for everyone to calm down..."

As soon as these words came out, there was a wailing sound from the audience.

"Now, post the book first. You can read more when you have time and preview the new textbook."

Wen Lan did not start the formal lecture on the stage, but sat down to talk to her classmates about some holiday experiences. Tang Xian could feel the feeling of glamorous eyes glanced at him from time to time, which made him feel a little restless.

"Tang Xian..."

After a while, Wen Lan suddenly called Tang Xian's name. Tang Xian was slightly stunned and then reacted.

"It's time to change the board of directors in the new semester. You can discuss it with the two class monitors later and release a period of the issue."

After Wen Lan finished speaking, she stopped paying attention to Tang Xian. There were many people around her laughing. It was no secret that Wen Lan made Tang Xian in the class. Many teachers said that he was not useful. Later, the reason why he was abandoned was because he had been teaching repeatedly and had poor academic performance. Few teachers paid attention to him. On the contrary, when Wen Lan encountered some difficult points in textbooks, she often called Tang Xian. Even top students could not answer these difficulties, let alone Tang Xian. So almost every day, as long as Wen Lan’s class, there would definitely be a boy wearing inappropriate clothes standing by the window...

Tang Xian really has no temper at all for the revenge of the beautiful teacher.

However, today Tang Xian knew that Wen Lan was not taking revenge on him. Although he had poor grades, there were only a handful of people in the whole class who had better names than him.

Computers are not popular yet, and the concept of writing is another face is still deeply rooted. Although Tang Xian doesn't like to study, he also knows that a good writing is a lifelong thing. He has worked hard to practice. Although there is nothing like Yan Jin and Liu Gu, Yibi Running Shop is well-deserved to be outstanding among students who have no font concept at all.

Sometimes when Tang Xian copied articles and wrote quickly, the running script felt like running water. Some words were not necessarily recognized by the teacher. Of course, people still knew the good words, but everyone felt that this feeling was a bit profound.

Tang Xian had completely accepted his fate as Wen Lan's behavior of liked to pull himself in everything. He was just a little helpless when he heard this. He reached out to Wen Lan on the podium and made an OK gesture.

‘Damn, who said the evil fire cannot be suppressed? It’s so right…’
Chapter completed!