Reborn 92's Business Tycoon

Chapter 177: Chapter 177: A New Beginning

Early in the morning on September 1st, Feng Yiping pedaled his bike towards No. 1 Middle School. In such hot weather, he had to wear the school uniform of No. 1 Middle School, which made him miss the days when he could wear whatever he wanted in Liangjiahe. There was no choice, it was a prestigious school with strict rules.

The guard checked his pass and opened the narrow passage with the remote control, letting him in. And, once inside, he was not allowed to ride his bike, but to push it. Don't ask why, that was the rule.

There were quite a few bikes parked in the shed, but most of them belonged to the teachers. There were indeed very few students who didn't live in the dormitory.

The classroom was not very crowded, and his seat was in the middle of the third row. Soon after he sat down, a boy with a backpack also sat down next to him. 'Hello, Liu Wenjun, you can call me Wenjun, please take care of me!' He smiled warmly and extended his hand to Feng Yiping.

This was a classmate who was easy to like from the moment you met. Feng Yiping shook his hand and also smiled, 'Hello, Feng Yiping, you can call me Feng Xiangru.'

Liu Wenjun looked depressed. 'If you dare to mention Feng Qiu Huang, I'll be mad at you!'

'Pfft!' A sneer came from the back seat. A girl with long hair was putting things from her bag into her desk. 'There have been so many monarchs called Wenjun in history, but you only think of Zhuo Wenjun. How shallow!'

What was going on? Feng Yiping looked at Liu Wenjun with questioning eyes. He also shook his head in confusion, not knowing what was going on. Let's just say she's got her period!

'Hey, seriously, I've heard a lot about you. You're second in the city, just a few points behind the first place. That's impressive.'

Feng Yiping felt a little sentimental when he heard this. Tang Shaokang in his class back then probably heard a lot of this, and now it's finally his turn.

'You're now the top student in your year at school, did you know that?'

'How come? Where's the top student?'

'Haha, it seems that he didn't like Yizhong, so he found connections and transferred to the Provincial Teachers' College High School.'

Oh, that school, Feng Yiping knew it. When his parents sold chestnuts, he had walked past it a few times. It was also an old and prestigious school, one of the best in the country. It was true that there were people better than you, and mountains higher than yours. There were even more prestigious schools than prestigious schools.

Just as they were talking, the bell rang, 'Let's go, gather!'

This was the first day of the new semester, and both teachers and students approached it with the fullest enthusiasm, except for the oddballs like Feng Yiping.

Teachers were everywhere maintaining order and helping students line up. After a bit of training for the unruly first-year students, the 43 classes at No. 1 Middle School formed neat rows, filling the large playground to capacity.

First came the high-minded flag-raising ceremony, and then a female teacher led everyone in singing the school song. Yes, No. 1 Middle School has a school song.

When it came to the national anthem, Feng Yiping was very proud and sang loudly, but when it came to the school song, he just opened his mouth and hummed. There was no choice, so he sang along with the school song, which was mainly for self-glorification, but even listening to it made him feel uncomfortable.

Listening to the song for a few minutes was really an ordeal for him, so he tried to find a way to distract himself. Was this format similar to the multi-level marketing that came later? Was it a form of brainwashing? This little distraction worked well, and when he came back to his senses, even the school leader's speech was over.

When they returned to the classroom, they didn't disperse freely like they did at Liangjiahe Middle School. They had to line up. A few guys who must have been new students left the group and ran in the direction of the toilets. They were immediately reprimanded by the teachers from the political and educational office. After one of the teachers asked the reason, they were let go, but they had to walk properly and not run.

This is the style of a prestigious school. Even when you have to go to the toilet, you have to be obedient and walk properly, not run!

Feng Yiping, who is used to being carefree, felt that he and No. 1 Middle School just didn't seem to get along after these past few days.

On the first day, there was no serious class in the morning. For the first time, everyone gathered together. The homeroom teacher, Li, asked everyone to introduce themselves. I have to say, these top students from various schools all have character. When some male students introduced themselves, their voices were so soft that Feng Yiping in the third row couldn't hear them. Several others looked at the ceiling with their eyes when they introduced themselves.

Feng Yiping didn't want to please these students, who didn't defer to anyone. He simply said, 'My name is Feng Yiping. I'm as simple as my name. Please take good care of me!'

His response was a perfunctory round of applause and some undisguised, unconvinced stares.

No time and energy for that!

Next, there was the learning of various rules and regulations, learning the school song, and then, he gently but firmly rejected Mr Li's suggestion that he become the learning committee member. Next, he gently but firmly rejected the invitation to join the mathematics, physics and chemistry Olympiad team, and the invitation to join the literature, sports and art team. Finally, the class teacher, Mr Li, also gently but firmly invited him to the office for a chat.

'Yiping, I've read your file, and I want to say that our high school is different from your old school. Not only are there requirements for academic performance, but we also hope that students can develop in a well-rounded way. To put it simply, it's not like when you were in junior high school, where simply getting good grades wasn't necessarily enough to be named a model student.'

'Okay, Mr. Li, thank you for your advice, I will definitely consider it carefully.'

Who cares if he gets named a model student? It's not important!

When he got home at noon, he continued writing his young adult novel. So far, he had written more than 60,000 words, and according to his outline, he had already completed about a third of the novel. He hoped to speed up his writing and finish it before the end of the year.

It wasn't that he couldn't write quickly. From Taiwan to Japan, and then to the booming domestic market, there had been too many young adult novels, and he had read many of them. Combining his own experiences, he could easily write 200,000 words in a couple of months.

However, the primary characteristic of Xiaoxing is that the writing must be beautiful. In addition, whether it is love or hate, sadness or joy, it must be 'small', not too intense, so that when people read it, they feel a sense of light-heartedness and peace.

Therefore, sometimes he has to deliberate over a sentence for half a day. Sometimes, while doing something else, he suddenly feels that a paragraph that he has already written is better if written in a different way, so he puts down what he is doing and finds that Chapter in the stack of manuscripts, and starts again from the beginning.

Well, sometimes, he feels a bit possessed.

At the same time, he is also trying to find ways to make some quick money.

It's 1995, next year will be 1996, and the year after that will be 1997. There is so much to do and so much to plan.

For him, a former stock market investor who had successfully avoided every bull market but not a single bear market, it is unacceptable to let slip some of the information he has finally managed to remember.

For example, Apple, which is now regarded as the world's greatest and most powerful company, has had a hard time in the past two years. It looks like it could go bankrupt at any time. Those who own its shares are scrambling to sell them. If you buy a few shares of Apple stock at that time, you can easily buy a top-of-the-line business jet in ten or twenty years.

Although his parents' side is developing well, they don't have much spare money. Even if they did, they wouldn't give him too much to mess around with. So, he has to figure something out on his own. As a last resort, he contacted Dacheng Law Offices in Yangcheng once again.