Reborn 92's Business Tycoon

Chapter 155: Chapter 155: Taking a break from the hustle and bustle

Mei Yiliang has indeed been very busy recently, so busy that he can't even see his own backside.

Feng Yiping has repeatedly told him to focus on the future, and Mei Jianzhong has always told him that one should be content with what one has.

He also insisted on doing so. In this era of parallel imports and fake goods, and in this era of fickle people, honesty is really the best policy. Now there is a long queue of customers waiting to have their offices decorated. Three decoration teams are no longer enough, not to mention decorating their own office building.

He called home to recruit people, while also asking Zhang Zuodong to find some more people, and also asked Feng Zhenchang to call back to Fengjiachong to find some people.

In the face of a salary of 50,000 yuan a year, Chen Xuefeng, a designer at the former city design institute, hesitated for a moment and agreed. Another outstanding university student, Ying Anjie, was also hired.

Feng Yiping's opinion was that Chen Xuefeng was suitable for designing those government offices, with an air of stability, while the style of Ying Anjie was natural and warm, suitable for ordinary people. The two of them combined, plus the second-rate Feng Yiping, who had a lot of simple and modern style solutions in his head, in the short term, they could cope with the requirements of the client.

In fact, the two designers really don't have much to do at the moment. For the decoration of commercial housing, they basically just make minor repairs and changes to the colour scheme based on Feng Yiping's plan, and most people are satisfied with it. For the decoration of shops, which accounts for a small proportion, the two of them can come up with a design after just a short visit to the site.

So, most of the time, they really have nothing to do. While the office building cannot be renovated at the moment, they are perfecting and refining Chen Xuefeng's plan over and over again.

Seeing that the two people hired at high salaries were idle for most of the day, Mei Yiliang was of course distressed, so he decided on a whim to let them supervise the site.

With the extra time, he thought about Feng Yiping's suggestion about buying a car, so he dragged Feng Zhenchang to the driving school to enrol.

'If all goes well, we'll get our driving licence just before the New Year, so we can drive back for the Spring Festival this year!' Mei Yiliang said to Feng Zhenchang.

'I don't see any problem with it. Learning to drive is not that difficult!' Feng Zhenchang of course also wanted to drive back for the New Year. There was no choice. Most people were like that. After all, only a few people could travel in luxury at night.

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Feng Yiping was not as relaxed as his father and uncle. Every day was full of tests and questions that could not be finished.

After returning to school from 502 after dinner, it took more than ten minutes to finally finish the last comprehensive question on this math paper. He had been thinking about this question all the way there.

He counted, and it took him three whole pages of paper. It felt a bit like solving determinant matrices when he studied higher mathematics later on.

'Ah, you've finished this question too? I couldn't even get the first small question right.' Zhang Qiuling next to him was a little surprised. 'Let me see, oh, forget it, I'd better think about it first.'

Feng Yiping also pushed the paper aside with some disgust. This paper, the math teacher didn't require it, you can do it if you want. The more he said this, the more students wanted to prove that they could do it, and they took it upon themselves to do it.

There was nothing to be done. In terms of experience in mobilising students' enthusiasm for learning, the difference between teachers and students is immeasurable.

It's just a pity about Huanggang High School, a prestigious school. I don't know how many students taking the college entrance exams have crammed themselves to vomiting doing the papers they set. Apart from the students from the local area who want to get in, I think students from other places will probably hate it for a while.

Rubbing his dry eyes, he rested his head lightly on the row of books on the desk in the back row belonging to Huang Jingping, trying to relax a little. You have to know that student stools are the least user-friendly, not only are they hard, they don't even have a backrest.

Just after resting his head for a while, a pair of soft hands came and gently pressed on both sides of his temples. Of course, it was just a few times, and then he heard the sound of the person in the back seat getting up and pulling the stool away, and then he heard Huang Jingping walking towards the back door of the classroom.

Although every time this happened, he would always think of Zhang Yan and feel a little guilty, but deep down, he really enjoyed the feeling of being admired and cared for.

After Huang Jingping had left for four or five minutes, he walked outside with his English textbook, even though his classmates and many teachers knew that at this time he would be practising standing jumps with a girl on the riverbank – or at least in that name.

Sure enough, when he reached the riverbank, Huang Jingping was sitting on a stone by the riverbank, quietly watching the rushing river. Her feet in white sneakers kicked back and forth, and her short hair, cut even with the wind, danced lightly.

This is the most enjoyable time of the day for students to let off steam. There are quite a few groups of two or three students on the riverbank and on the beach. Most of them should be first-year students. They are still carefree and have not yet grown tired of the scenery here. Second-year students are already feeling the pressure. They seldom come out. As for third-year students, they don't have the leisure to do this at this time.

'You're here, let's go!'

Huang Jingping picked a flat spot on the riverbank and gave a demonstration, easily jumping at least 2.2 metres. Feng Yiping's jump was only about 1.2 metres, half of her score.

'Why is it still like this?' Huang Jingping was very anxious and puzzled.

'Don't worry, we'll think of something else when the time comes!' Feng Yiping reassured her.

'What other way is there? You're already four or five points behind everyone else in this event, and it's going to be hard to get four or five extra points on the paper!'

Feng Yiping had some vague ideas, but he couldn't say anything for sure just yet. Their physical education exam would be held at the town middle school, and the exam proctors would be teachers from the surrounding townships. If they could think of something, there should still be some loopholes to exploit.

The wind from the river felt a little cool on his face. He went up to the riverbank, where Huang Jingping was still sitting on the stone reading. The road on the riverbank should have been hardened, but there was a section of dirt road between it and the adjacent farmland. Feng Yiping took off his bare feet and stepped on it. It was a little cool, but it felt very familiar and comfortable.

Huang Jingping watched him walk along that stretch of dirt road once, and then again from the other end. She felt a little amused, 'What are you laughing at? Don't you know? Walking barefoot is good for the body,' he cited some of the opinions of later folk 'experts'.

'Really?'

'Of course. Otherwise, look, why are so many winners in the field of sports competitions Africans, because they walk barefoot all year round!'

'Haha,' Huang Jingping laughed, 'you're always right!'

'By the way, have you been feeling tired lately?' Huang Jingping asked.

'No, it's been pretty easy,' he said. Although these days were boring and hard work, they were simple and he could adapt to them. He was just tired and couldn't help but make excuses to be lazy.

'You know what? I'm thinking of finding time to learn Japanese!' Feng Yiping said what he planned to do.

'Why learn Japanese? RB people are so bad!' Huang Jingping was puzzled.

'That's why, you need to learn Japanese well to make money from them, sleep... Those who are good at it do this, just scolding them verbally won't solve the problem.' It was a close call, I almost blurted out that sentence.

'You, you are always good at turning fallacies into truths.'

Haha, there's one thing Feng Yiping didn't say, so that in the future, when watching those RB films with plots, there's no need to look for Chinese subtitles online.

Don't say it, but it's really quite relaxing to chat for a few minutes like this every day when you're busy. I feel much better now.

When I returned to the classroom, it was obviously not yet study time, but Teacher Wang was standing at the door, as if he had been waiting for him.

What could it be? I've been very good lately, haven't I!