Reborn veteran, lying flat since high school

"Fifty thousand it is, just let's put these things behind us and not bring them up again."

Song Zhiming took charge and finalized the decision with a single word.

"What do you mean?"

Tang Yisheng was perceptive and pressed for answers to any ambiguities in the conversation.

"If it's a family matter behind closed doors, I promise to let it go. But the fact that I was bullied by King Hu at school has nothing to do with you."

"Why are you so stubborn! After I and your Uncle Song are gone, will anyone have any reservations about bullying you? Why don't you think about it?"

Yang Jinjuan was furious and spoke her mind, which she believed to be true.

"Even when you guys were around, didn't I still get bullied to the point of vomiting blood and almost fall off the building?"

"Juanzi, call Lao Hu and ask him to come over. Since everyone's here, let's just get it over with in one go."

The implication is that the matter of dividing the family property cannot be addressed separately; it must be resolved together with the issues concerning King Hu's side.

Tang Yisheng raised an eyebrow and gave Song Zhiming a deep look.

It seems that Hu Jinquan, this junior grade head, has considerable influence behind the scenes, managing to get Song Zhiming to go to such lengths.

The saying goes, "Don't wash your dirty linen in public."

Even when the three of them were negotiating, Yang Jinjuan would quickly remind them if their voices were raised even slightly, for fear that the neighbors might hear something. However, she did not shy away from involving Hu Jinquan, and even took the initiative to invite him to her home in order to resolve the matter.

What could possibly be so compelling for Song Zhiming to do this?

Is it just her daughter, Song Junying?

not necessarily.

After all, as long as Song Junying's college entrance examination score exceeds the admission line, her admission to the art college is a sure thing. She wouldn't go to such lengths just to get better treatment after entering the school.

"In that case, I'll go inside and tidy up first, and we'll talk again when King Hu arrives."

When Tang Yisheng saw Yang Jinjuan pick up the landline phone, he told Song Zhiming and got up to go back to the small room on the shady side.

He'd had enough of this dilapidated dormitory where he was living under someone else's roof.

Moving it wasn't too much trouble; besides a few clothes and shoes, it was just my high school books and materials.

Tang Yisheng could bring the books and materials or not; with his photographic memory, he had already stored them in his brain.

As for clothes and shoes, just take a few pieces from the current season.

The stock market in 1999 was turbulent, and the waves have continued to surge ever since May 19th.

Even during the upcoming rest period, Tang Yisheng's efficiency in picking up money will not be any less.

Then there will be plenty of money to buy whatever you want.

Outdated, worn-out clothes and shoes—take them if you feel like it, throw them away if you don't.

After packing his belongings, Tang Yisheng put his books and clothes on the bed.

After waiting for more than a quarter of an hour, Hu Jinquan finally arrived.

Sweating profusely and panting heavily.

It seems they value their chance to "escape" very much.

"Teacher Hu, let's stick to that topic: would you like to collaborate with me?"

Tang Yisheng came out and saw that Hu Jinquan was sitting on the sofa where he had been sitting.

He naturally didn't want to sit on the sidelines, so he simply stood with his arms crossed, chin tilted back, and started speaking directly.

"What kind of cooperation?"

Song Zhiming looked at Hu Jinquan with a puzzled expression.

"I have the tape recording of the beating in the broadcasting room where the person vomited blood. Oh, and there's also a new set of negotiations from yesterday and this morning."

Upon hearing this, Song Zhiming's expression changed slightly.

His eyes also darkened considerably.

Tang Yisheng didn't take it seriously.

Consider it advance training for him.

Public officials must be cautious and discreet; it's unrealistic to expect them to speak freely in every situation.

"I think this is a pretty eye-catching idea. Burning 5000 discs and selling them for 10 yuan each should have a market. Not to mention anything else, it would probably sell out right outside the schools in our city. Uncle Song, what do you think of my business opportunity?"

Song Zhiming didn't reply, but gestured for Yang Jinjuan to move to the right, making room for the single sofa he was sitting on.

"Sit down and talk."

Tang Yisheng chuckled softly.

The voice was contemptuous and mocking.

……

Pfft!

Fat Wang Liqiang jumped headfirst into the pool.

With his weight, he stirred up huge waves, almost knocking Tang Yisheng, who was sitting leisurely on the inner tube of the tire, off the platform.

Tang Yisheng opened his eyes amidst the turbulent waves.

Looking around, I couldn't find the culprit.

It has to be said that although the fat man is round and chubby, he is actually quite good at swimming.

Holding your breath while diving is an absolute skill.

The pond in the Prince's Mansion is such a small place, he could dive down from one end and emerge from the other.

As for how many times it was stepped on underwater, and how much cursing it endured, the Michelin-starred fat tire in the water had no idea.

The fat man surfaced from the water, wiped his face, and grinned smugly.

"Old Tang, why don't you come down and swim a couple of times? What's the point of just sitting on the float without moving an inch?"

What's so exciting about that?

That was really exciting!

Tang Yisheng glanced at the fat man.

Not far from Wangfu Pond is Qushuiting Street, to the north is Daming Lake, and to the southwest it extends from the Confucian Temple to Furong Street.

Holidays are peak tourist season, and many young women and girls wearing shorts come here to play.

Tang Yisheng floated quietly on the surface of the pool, wearing sunglasses that made it easy for him to look around freely.

Moreover, he's near the western shore; what if some beautiful woman was wearing a short skirt instead of shorts...?

From his vantage point and the way he looked up, he was able to catch a few glimpses of the unique and beautiful scenery.

After the final exams, there is a seven-and-a-half-day short holiday before the results are released.

Then you go back to school to get your report card, and only then does the real summer vacation begin.

Tang Yisheng did not take the final exam, and it is unclear what will happen to him at this time.

Tang Yisheng himself didn't care much.

It doesn't matter whether I go to my senior year of high school in the second half of the year or repeat my junior year.

He could effortlessly recall the college entrance examination papers from 2000 and 2001.

In fact, given his photographic memory and his boredom, he flipped through almost all of his previous textbooks and supplementary materials.

Even without the college entrance exam questions, he felt he could compete on par with the top scorers in the exam.

This week, the stock market surged, marking the final frenzy before the consolidation phase.

Tang Yisheng casually tossed in 100,000 yuan of his emergency savings, and it didn't even cause a ripple.

He did catch the tail end of a crazy surge, allowing Tang Yisheng to enjoy several consecutive limit-up days.

My heart is open and I feel wonderful.

With nothing else to do, I accompanied Fatty to the Prince's Pool for a soak, some water play, and some eye candy.

Life is leisurely and carefree, with boundless joy.

"Tang Yisheng! Tang Yisheng!"

Suddenly, a girl's voice called to him from under the shade of a tree by the roadside.

Tang Yisheng turned his head and saw Zhang Lei's pretty face flushed.

What's most striking isn't her face, which is burning hot from the midday sun, but rather her long, fair legs that are exposed by her denim shorts.

With legs measuring 1.12 meters long, even a well-traveled reborn person like Tang Yisheng couldn't help but be attracted.

Every close encounter makes my mouth dry and I wish I had more eyes to see everything.

The fat man looked over from afar and then dove into the water again.

Whether it was because he wanted to show off his swimming skills and proficiency in front of the beautiful girl, or because Zhang Lei was dressed too revealingly, the fat man suffered from his psychological problem of "becoming a coward when he sees a beautiful woman" again.

Seeing Song Junying like this, I can see that Zhang Lei is the same.