Mixed in 1980

Chapter 110 The Figure in My Mind
"It's impossible to stay in the dormitory in this horrible weather."

Chen Fan pulled at his clothes, picked up a book and stood up: "Let's go to Weiming Lake to find a cool place to read, brothers, do you want to come?"

Xin Yingjie picked up a book and said, "Let's go. I can't stay here any longer. This school is too stingy. They should at least install a fan."

"Think of the dormitory as your home."

Chen Jianye followed him out with a book in hand: "A fan costs more than 200 yuan. If all the dormitories in Beijing University were equipped with them, the school would go bankrupt first."

Sun Pingan and Cao Yang followed him out. Cao Yang complained, "You idiot, can't you let me think about it for a bit? I'm going to sleep on the rooftop tonight. Anyone want to join me?"

Five people ran to the bank of Weiming Lake and sat under a big tree. It was the hottest season, and the chirping of cicadas in the willow trees by the lake was annoying.

"Chen Fan, bring some flour tomorrow and wash out some gluten."

Xin Yingjie took out cigarettes and passed them out to his brothers: "I'll get a bamboo pole and catch all these sweet-scented osmanthus cicadas. I'll make some snacks to go with the wine later."

There are people eating cicadas at the sheep farm. Chen Fan had eaten them in his previous life. "Catch them again on Friday. Come to my house for dinner on Saturday. I'll make you some hometown dishes."

"Then we won't be polite."

It was the first time for each of us to leave home and come all the way to the capital, so there was no one who didn’t miss home.

It's also nice to be able to have a home-cooked meal.

Chen Jianye lit up the cigarette and took a long puff: "Chen Fan, let me ask you something. I plan to find a part-time job on the weekend. What is suitable to do in Beijing?"

After spending a week together, Chen Fan also got to know Chen Jianye's family. Coming from a remote mountain village, his travel expenses to Beijing were raised by the villagers.

According to the scholarship standards, Chen Jianye can get a first-class scholarship, 19.5 yuan per month, plus a poverty subsidy of 3 yuan, a total of 22.5 yuan.

After Chen Jianye got the money, he remitted 12 yuan back home. The remaining money was enough for him to spend on his own, but after coming from southern Fujian, he had a lot of things to buy.

"In the past two years, there have been a large number of junior and senior high school graduates in Beijing, and more than 40 educated youth have returned to the city. Whenever there is a job, there are a group of people rushing to do it."

"At the beginning of the year, I had just come back from working in the countryside. Because I couldn't find a job, I was often laughed at and bullied by people in the courtyard. I had no choice but to write novels."

Chen Fan said, lighting a cigarette and sitting cross-legged on the grass: "If you want to make money, you'd better ask the counselor if there are any part-time jobs in the school, such as helping in the cafeteria."

"I've asked, but there are too many people who have signed up, so I may not be able to get a spot. I didn't expect that Beijing is so big and it would be so difficult to find a part-time job." Chen Jianye smiled bitterly.

Chen Fan took a few puffs of his cigarette and pondered for a while: "If you really want to make money, there is a way, but this job is not easy."

"As long as I can make money!" Chen Jianye looked expectant.

The character of the people from southern Fujian is that they will win only if they work hard. It may not be easy to do things, but they are capable!

"Write a book!"

"Damn it, I'm not like you, how could I have that ability?" Chen Jianye said in Minnan dialect.

"It's not this kind of book, it's a high school supplementary textbook!"

There is definitely a market for teaching aids, but it cannot be done by one person alone; it requires the involvement of a group of people.

What Chen Fan meant was to attract some poor students and set up a club similar to the "High School Education Research Association" in the school, and then make teaching aids and engage in publishing.

You can publish it yourself or cooperate with a publishing house and let the publishing house operate it. This way you can open up the market quickly, but the bulk of the profits will be taken by the publishing house.

This mode of operation is completely feasible.

Peking University also had its own publications, such as the May Fourth Literary Society, which published its own publication "Wenming Lake". Later, it successively founded "Tianfang", "The Third Party", "Yantu" and so on.

In addition, he has also published works such as "New Poetry Collection", "Young Poets Talking about Poetry", and "Wenming Lake Poetry Collection".

"Do you think there's any hope?" Chen Fan looked at his roommates.

For him, this matter is of great benefit, as it can attract a large number of poor students. These people will become the backbone of society in the future and also serve as future network resources.

Several roommates looked at each other.

Finally, Chen Jianye couldn't help asking, "We have no experience, can we accomplish this? Even if it's published, will anyone buy it?"

"Experience is something you gain as you go along. Everyone has gone through it the first time. If you put the name of Peking University on it, are you still worried that the book won't sell well?"

"Just tell me whether you want to do it or not!"

"If you can make money, why not do it? What about you guys?" Chen Jianye nodded.

"Let's do it!" The roommates nodded one after another.

Even Xin Yingjie, who has never been short of money, wants to join in. He can see that there are huge benefits behind this matter.

The brothers started discussing how to get this done, and only returned to the dormitory to get their books when class was almost about to start.

It was also time for the Beijing Dance Troupe to go to work. Huang He called Zeng Ali to his office as planned and closed the door.

Zeng Ali said calmly: "The door is open, otherwise there would be no need to talk."

"Okay, let's open it."

Huang He smiled and poured a glass of water for Zeng Ali, who took it and put it on the table.

She won't drink the water from this kind of person!
Huang He didn't mind. He had been chasing Zeng Ali for so long during the performance, so he had some understanding of Zeng Ali's personality: "Ali..."

Zeng Ali frowned: "Please call me Comrade Zeng!"

"Okay, Comrade Zeng!"

Huang He's mouth twitched slightly, and a cold light flashed in his eyes: "Then let's get started directly. Comrade Zeng, what do you think of the innovative program?"

Zeng Ali said calmly: "You should ask the choreographer about this question. I am just an actor and I don't know how to choreography."

Huang He hummed and nodded slightly: "Times are changing, and the actors' thinking must also change with it. We must have an innovative spirit to integrate this spirit into dance."

Zeng Ali hummed and did not respond. Huang He saw that she was not interested and tapped the table gently: "Comrade Zeng, the new program will most likely start with new actors."

As he spoke, he raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

I don’t believe you’re not in a hurry!
So what if you are the main pillar? The dance troupe has no shortage of talent, and the main pillar can be replaced for you.

Zeng Ali had no expression on his face: "And then?"

Huang He narrowed his eyes slightly: "Comrade Zeng, there are many talented people in the dance troupe, and the new program will most likely use new actors. As for you..."

He tapped the table gently and said, "Comrade Zeng, you understand my feelings. If we can be together, you can still be the mainstay of the dance troupe, and you can even go to the Quyi Center and step onto a higher stage."

Zeng Ali chuckled coldly!

Seeing her like this, Huang He sneered: "It seems that Comrade Zeng is determined. In that case, you may only be able to play a minor supporting role in the new program."

"Maybe even a supporting role won't work, so I'll just have to move to a support position."

"You have to think clearly!"

Zeng Ali picked up the water cup on the table, and Huang He smiled slightly. After all, she was a little girl, and she gave in after a little scare.

It would have been better if it had been done earlier, instead of causing so much trouble.

"Think it over carefully. This is the answer I'm going to give you." Zeng Ali smiled slightly and suddenly swung his hand forward.

"Snapped……"

A glass of water was poured all over Huang He's face: "Are you satisfied with this answer?"

"you……"

Huang He hurriedly wiped his face with his sleeve, then slammed the table and yelled, "Zeng Ali, don't be shameless. Just wait to go to the logistics department."

"I am waiting!"

Zeng Ali laughed and turned away. What a joke. He really thought that just because his family had some connections, he could have everything under his control in the dance troupe.

The head of the dance troupe is Zhao Yiming!
"Sister, are you okay?"

Zhao Yuanyuan had been waiting at the door the whole time. Zeng Ali took her arm and said, "What's the problem? I just splashed water on his face."

"That's how it should be!" Zhao Yuanyuan raised her little fist and bared her little fangs.

The two sisters were about to leave when a menacing woman in her early twenties suddenly jumped in from outside the door. She pointed at Zeng Ali and yelled, "Are you the vixen?"

"Who are you? Why are you swearing at me?" Zhao Yuanyuan was furious and yelled back.

"Who am I? I tell you, I am Huang He's girlfriend. It was this vixen who seduced Huang He, which is why Huang He came here."

The woman was obviously extremely angry and was about to tear Zeng Ali apart.

Zhao Yuanyuan quickly stepped forward and pushed the man back: "If you are sick, go to Henian Hall. Why are you here spouting hysteria? Don't stand here spewing shit."

Heniantang is the Chinese medicine store where Chen Fan went to get tonic medicine.

Because Caishikou was the place where death row prisoners were beheaded in ancient times. In Beijing dialect, "go to Heniantang" means that your disease cannot be cured or you are mentally abnormal.

"How dare you be so arrogant, you vixen? I must tear you apart today." The woman was obviously very angry. She came up and tried to tear him apart again, in an extremely crazy state.

Zeng Ali and Zhao Yuanyuan were pushing and shoving while backing away, fearing that the woman would scratch their faces. This woman looked like she was crazy.

But having a good temper doesn't mean being easy to bully.

The woman not only hit him, but also cursed him without saying a single nice word. Zhao Yuanyuan was so angry that she took the opportunity to slap her in the face and said, "You are going hysterical. Go back to your own home."

"What are you doing?"

Huang He suddenly rushed over and pushed Zhao Yuanyuan hard.

The little girl couldn't withstand such an impact and fell directly to the ground in the yard, unable to help but let out a scream.

Zeng Ali's eyes turned red instantly.

This is the sister she has spoiled since she was a child, and yet she was beaten by someone?

He quickly went over to help Zhao Yuanyuan up. Seeing that the little girl had a scratch on her arm, Zeng Ali's eyes reddened. He happened to see a pile of bricks left over from building a wall in the corner of the yard.

Zeng Ali picked up a brick without saying a word, and seeing Huang He was struggling with the woman, he rushed up and hit Huang He on the back of the head.

Huang He paused, then fell down, with blood flowing out of his hair.

"Ah..." the woman screamed in fright.

Many people have been alarmed by this point, and some actually wanted to come over to stop it, but no one expected that Zeng Ali would act so quickly and ruthlessly.

"Hurry up, send him to the hospital!"

Zhao Yiming rushed over and ordered a few people to send Huang He to the hospital. He then turned to Zeng Ali and said, "We can't hide this matter. We must call the police. You stay here and quickly notify your family and think of a solution."

After saying that, he followed him to the hospital.

"Sister, are you okay? Did you beat him to death?" Zhao Yuanyuan walked over, covering her arm, her face full of worry.

Zeng Ali was stunned. Will he die?

Thinking about it, he couldn't help but secretly get nervous, but he restrained himself very well: "Probably not, forget about that for now, how about you?"

"Don't worry about me, they are just superficial injuries. What should I do next?" Zhao Yuanyuan was very worried. If he was hit by a brick, he would be seriously injured if not killed.

Zeng Ali frowned, and a figure flashed through his mind unconsciously.

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