What made Jiang Shiyue even more depressed was that after waiting in line for a long time and finally getting through on the phone, the person on the other end was Chen Shanhe's correspondent.

The correspondent said that Chen Shanhe went to the regiment headquarters for a meeting.

The call was in vain.

Jiang Shiyue pouted unhappily, went back to the dormitory, found the newly bought stationery and started writing a letter to Chen Shanhe.

Write that I miss him and Yangyang.

Write about the atmosphere of the university.

Write about your roommate.

There were eight beds in Jiang Shiyue's dormitory, but in the end only six people lived there.

Due to the special nature of this college entrance examination, the age span of my roommates is as much as ten years.

Jiang Shiyue is not the youngest. The youngest is the fresh graduate He Xiuxiang.

He Xiuxiang is a city girl, a native of the province, and her family seems to be well off.

The oldest one is in her thirties, named Sun Xuezhen, a local.

The other four people are Sichuan girl La Mei, Hunan girl Hou Jingru, Shandong girl Liu Xian and Northeast girl Ma Meizhen.

So far, most people in the dormitory are easy to get along with, except He Xiuxiang. I don’t know if it’s because of her personality or because her family is too spoiled, but she often acts like a spoiled brat in the dormitory.

Everyone gave in to He Xiuxiang because she was the youngest.

Of course, Jiang Shiyue is not included.

When Jiang Shiyue first traveled through time, he had to live in the compound with his tail between his legs because the original owner was a real jerk who left behind a mess and also owed a huge debt.

However, here, everyone has been admitted to university based on their own abilities, and no one is worse than anyone else.

Oh, that’s not necessarily the case.

In 1978, information was transmitted slowly, and the college entrance examination was suspended for ten years. In addition, students had to fill out their applications before the exam, and most students had no idea which universities in the country they could apply to, or how many points they needed to apply to each university.

As a result, many students with good college entrance examination scores failed to get into school because they filled in the wrong application form, while many students with poor scores became college students because they filled in the right application form.

That is to say, in 1978, to be able to get into university, you needed not only good grades but also good luck.

Maybe He Xiuxiang is the one who got lucky.

…

Jiang Shiyue wrote a lot of random things on five pages of letter paper. His hands were sore from writing before he finished.

She folded the letter, put it in an envelope, and went out with it.

Jiang Shiyue had no classes in the afternoon, so he thought of doing some market research while mailing the letter.

There is a bus at the school gate, which makes it very convenient to go to the city.

Besides, the urban area is not that big now.

When Jiang Shiyue sent the letter, she bought some extra stamps and envelopes so that she could send letters directly from school in the future.

There is a mailbox downstairs in the dormitory building, and the postman comes to collect mail on time every day.

After coming out of the post office, Jiang Shiyue looked for a place to eat nearby.

First, I'm hungry, and second, it's hot.

Southerners are indeed more flexible in doing business than some northern businessmen.

It was a small shop, but it was packed.

At first, Jiang Shiyue thought that the food here was delicious, so there were so many people there. But when she got to the door, she realized that it was not the case. It was just the herd mentality.

The boss has a good plan and has equipped the shop with two floor fans, which fan almost every table with their buzzing movements.

Many people passing by like Jiang Shiyue want to come in to cool off when they see the fan, and they will sit down and order some food.

The boss will also give you a bowl of herbal tea.

One table, two tables, three tables...

When the restaurant is full, customers passing by will look around and then at the restaurant. They will wonder if the food here is really good. Otherwise, why are there so many people here when there are no people around?

So, out of curiosity, I was willing to wait a while.

Jiang Shiyue knew the secret, but still waited in line for a while before entering the store.

She wanted to use a fan.

Jiang Shiyue knows a little Cantonese, and can understand it but can't speak it very well.

She heard diners chatting with the boss and asked him if he had any difficulties in starting his own business.

The standards for measuring success and failure are different in every era and even in every region.

Just like Shandong, it has remained unchanged for decades and only recognizes civil service exams.

But in that era, from south to north, people were still not very accepting of self-employed individuals.

I can only say that the south is better than the north.

The status of self-employed individuals is roughly the same as that of street urchins, prisoners who have just been released from prison, and idlers.

The boss quickly cleared away the dishes and chopsticks left by the guests, and while wiping the table with a linen cloth from the front pocket of his apron, he said, "Isn't it the other way around? I don't have any other skills except this inherited craft. My children have just returned from the countryside and are waiting for jobs on the street.

We have more than a dozen mouths to feed. Since we heard that the current policy allows us to start a small business, we two old people have returned to our old ways.

I used to sell things outside, but thanks to everyone's support, I saved some money and recently bought this shop."

Jiang Shiyue listened quietly and drank a bowl of herbal tea unknowingly.

Before leaving, I asked the boss where the most street vendors were nearby.

The boss showed her the way, "But you'd better come back at night. There are fewer stalls here during the day. There will still be people checking in occasionally during the day, but usually not at night."

Jiang Shiyue thanked him and left.

It was not convenient for her to go out at night. Firstly, she had evening self-study at school. Secondly, she had just arrived in Flower City and was unfamiliar with the place. It was not safe for her to walk alone at night.

What should I do? Jiang Shiyue was a little distressed.

She now has more than 10,000 yuan in capital, which is enough to start a small business.

The question is which line to do?

She is still a student. Even if she doesn't study to the point of forgetting to eat and sleep like other students, she still has to attend the classes and get the credits she is required to.

You open a shop to welcome customers, but you can’t close it from time to time, right?

Just as I was thinking about it, suddenly, my left shoulder was hit hard.

Jiang Shiyue was caught off guard and almost fell down. Fortunately, there was a wall on her right side. She hurriedly supported herself with her right hand and managed to stabilize herself.

It's just that my right palm and wrist hurt a little.

Jiang Shiyue held his right wrist, frowned and looked forward.

A man wearing a hat and dark blue work clothes was running forward in panic. Judging from his back, he didn't look very old.

Jiang Shiyue narrowed her eyes and muttered to herself, isn't it hot to wear this outfit in such hot weather?

Before he could finish his thought, there was another commotion behind him, mixed with shouting.

"stop!"

Jiang Shiyue hurriedly stood against the wall, afraid that someone would hit her again.

Soon, a group of people rushed past her, knocking passers-by to the ground and cursing.

Jiang Shiyue pursed her lips, a little displeased.

The security in Flower City is so chaotic?!

She brushed the dirt off her clothes, suddenly lost the mood to go shopping, and stood up to go back to school.

As I stood up, I saw something falling from my body and subconsciously lowered my head.

It was several sheets of paper stacked together. Judging from the edges, they must have been violently torn from a notebook, and the edges were not neat at all.

Jiang Shiyue bent down, mainly wanting to see what this thing was and why it fell from her body.

She thought it was dropped by the man who bumped into her just now.

Jiang Shiyue's hand had just touched the edge of the paper when a hand reached out from the side and picked up the paper first.

Jiang Shiyue looked up and saw a young man with a side-parted hair. He opened the paper, glanced at it quickly, and then raised the paper and shouted to the front: "He has accomplices!"