Chapter 653 Ouyang Family Registration
Xu Wei walked out of Lu Yumo's room.
Her steps were a little unsteady and she felt dazed and uncomfortable.
There are two children in the family. The eldest son has a good physique and is cheerful and optimistic. The younger son has good grades, but he suddenly fell ill. She was worried about the younger son's condition, so she naturally gave more thoughts and love to him.
She knew very well that this was unfair to Yu Mo, but Yu Shen's illness never got better. The guilt in her heart eventually turned into the hardship and fatigue of taking care of her young son.
Especially, she felt that boys seemed to have their own world and did not need too much love from their parents. What's more... Lu Yumo was indeed wild and he was always involved in fights in school.
Every time the parents were called in, the children who were beaten cried, and Xu Wei also cried. She didn't know what to do to make her eldest son worry less and make him understand that the family was in a difficult situation now. Her younger brother was sick, and she had to take care of him until the early morning every day.
But what did Lu Yumo, the man who beat up the girl, say when his parents were found?
He was just above Xu Wei's waist height, standing in the office. Seeing her crying, he felt uneasy and helpless. He tugged at the sleeves of his blue school uniform and tried to wipe Xu Wei's tears on tiptoe, "You, don't cry."
He used a lot of strength to wipe the tears from Xu Wei's eyes onto the sleeves of her school uniform. It was as if he realized how heinous he had done. His eyes were as red as a rabbit's, and even his voice was hoarse. "I'm sorry, Mom, don't cry. I won't dare to do it again... I know I was wrong. I will never fight on purpose to get you to come and see me again. I will never be jealous of my brother again. Woo..."
He promised, wailing again.
It was as if all the secrets in my heart, along with the shame that I couldn't bring myself to say out loud, were melted into the tears that kept falling.
But what did he do wrong?
He did all these just to get the attention of adults. The real fault was that the Lu family never coordinated the relationship between the elders and children well, which led Lu Yumo to go to extremes.
Xu Wei pushed the door open with a heavy heart. In the room, Lu Jingqing was looking at the information about several top teams in the Honor server.
"I've made up my mind. I've learned that playing professionally is a way out and it's also my child's dream," Xu Wei announced as soon as she entered the room, "I want to send my son to play professionally and I want to be his biggest fan!"
She choked and sobbed. Lu Jingqing noticed that something was wrong with her. He turned around and met his wife's red eyes. He frowned, realizing that something was wrong. "What's wrong?" Why did she have to play in the competition and become a fan leader?
"I heard from Yumo and Zhizhi that the training matches of the major teams have already started. If you miss this village, I don't know if you can wait for Yumo in the next village. When the time comes, you can go with me to support him in the audience. We will give him a surprise and accompany him."
As for the matter of the fan leader, Xu Wei wiped her tears, rubbed her fingers and said to Lu Jingqing, "I was the one who made Yu Mo suffer in the past. Even a child as thick-skinned as Yu Mo would feel sad. It's just that I didn't do well. If I can't make up for it, I will be a better person from now on. I plan to..."
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Xu Wei and Lu Jingqing discussed it for a whole night.
The next day, Lu Yumo received the news that he could play in a professional game.
But even less real than him is Fu Zhi.
"Sign up for this. You don't have to go to school in the last semester of your senior year. You can go directly to Ouyang's house for training."
In a coffee shop with elegant environment.
Fu Zhi looked at the man in front of him who was drinking tea elegantly. The pair of eyes behind the gold wire frame were sharp and cunning. He put the teacup beside him, pushed the phone forward, and said in a cold voice: "I have seen your design drawings. You have made rapid progress in recent times. However, the things you draw are not particularly professional and are prone to mistakes. This may require some systematic training."
Fu Zhi lowered his head to look.
On the mobile phone next to Ouyang Feng was a recruitment message that was particularly thoughtful but also unreliable.
How to describe this recruitment information?
Maybe it was because Ouyang Feng wrote it himself overnight, so the content is not only fancy, but also suspected of plagiarizing the recruitment quotes of some big names:
"Do you want your child to grow taller? Do you want your child to be healthy? Do you want your child to earn over a million yuan a month in ten days? Here, age is not a limit, happiness is the pursuit. As long as you enter the Ouyang Family Training Camp, you can find the meaning of your existence!"
Fu Zhi: “…”
Fu Zhi returned the phone, cold and ruthless, "Sorry, thank you for the invitation."
She stood up and was about to leave.
"Hey, hey, hey, don't." Ouyang Feng grabbed Fu Zhi's sleeve and said, "Classmate, classmate! Look again! The Ouyang family is the starting point for dreams to take off. The Ouyang family is the melting pot for success!"
"oh."
Fu Zhi pulled his hand away again and said, "Go to the door and ask the dogs on the street if they believe it."
The wind wants to leave, how can the tree keep it?
Ouyang Feng was extremely anxious, "I'll give you money!"
Fu Zhi kept walking.
"Ten million!"
Fu Zhi walked faster.
"One hundred million!"
Fu Zhi did not slow down her pace.
"Three hundred million!" Ouyang Feng's heart was bleeding.
Fu Zhi began to walk briskly.
"One billion! One billion is not enough?!"
Fu Zhi was able to fly on the Hot Wheels.
"...Two billion! Two billion can't be any more!"
Fu Zhi sprained his ankle.
He stumbled on the ground, sprained his ankle dramatically, and couldn't walk anymore.
She was also helpless, but there was nothing she could do.
The other party gave too much.
Fu Zhi walked back to Ouyang Feng slowly and sat down. "I know you are a principal and your annual income is only about one million yuan, which is not much. Let me put it this way, I am not greedy for your money."
The main reason was that Fu Zhi felt that Ouyang Feng didn't seem like someone who had 2 billion.
Ouyang Feng really couldn't help but: "Haha."
"How about this, I'll go sign up. I know the Ouyang family has a subsidiary company that does firearms research, called Xunguang. You transfer this company to me and give me 1 billion."
The company that Fu Zhi mentioned is called Xunguang Technology.
This is a subsidiary company developed by the Ouyang family after more than ten years of hard work using the most advanced technology. It had been making losses in the past few years, but now it has just started to make profits online and is earning a lot of money quietly.
I don’t even know how many billions its valuation is now!
Fu Zhi, on the other hand, asked for the best one right away! Another ten billion!
Ouyang Feng refused, "You're dreaming!"
"Goodbye."
Fu Zhi turned around and continued walking.
"Wait! Wait! Like this, like this... the company will give you one billion, but it won't work. One billion is definitely not enough." Ouyang Feng felt like someone was digging his flesh and blood. He wanted to kneel down to this little ancestor. "The Ouyang family is not just mine, but Xun Guang is mine and I can give it to you. Any other request will harm the other elders and will be rejected."
Because of poverty, he humbly observed Fu Zhi's expression, fearing that he would run away, "Do you think it's okay?"
"Deal!" Fu Zhi, who had been leaving with a solemn promise, suddenly sat back in his chair, "Go and get the paperwork done for me this afternoon, and we'll sign the contract."
Ouyang Feng: "..."
For some reason, he suddenly felt that what Fu Zhi wanted from the beginning was only this subsidiary and not all these trivial things, and he was clearly setting a trap for him.
But it doesn’t matter. No matter whether Fu Zhicheng admits it or not, he is Fu Zhi’s master.
As the old saying goes, a master is a father for life.
Just think of it as giving the inheritance to his unrelated daughter in advance.
"You have to register at the base I took you to last time. Are you sure you don't want me to go with you this afternoon?"
Ouyang Feng followed Fu Zhi out of the coffee shop.
"You should give me the company first. I always feel insecure when you just write an IOU."
Ouyang Feng: "..."
How could he be so shameless?
Fu Zhi refused coldly no matter what, turned around and went to the base.
Ouyang Feng drove calmly, and halfway through, he suddenly remembered that he had just forgotten to tell Fu Zhi.
There are two entrances for this registration, one is for gun designer, and the other is completely similar to the training registration for bodyguards and professional errand runners!
The former receives education at the Ouyang family's base, and only needs to use his brain to draw and paint, but the latter has to train from dawn to dusk every day, and fight with real guns and swords! Later on, I might go to the base to control the group of violent mechanical beasts! It is life-threatening!
Ouyang Feng just wanted Fu Zhi to go to the firearms design department to contain Ouyang Ya and the elders behind her, so as to prevent them from electing Ouyang Ya to inherit the Ouyang family and divide up the silk Ouyang family's heritage.
Ouyang Feng quickly called Fu Zhi, but Fu Zhi's phone showed that she was busy.
I tried several times but it didn't work.
Ouyang Feng got annoyed and simply stopped fighting.
There are registrars at both registration offices, and their mouths are right under their noses. If Fu Zhi goes there and asks, won’t he know what he is registering for?
Ouyang Feng had a good idea.
Fu Zhi also asked a good question. As soon as you enter the base, the first entrance is the registration office.
Under the scorching sun, the snow begins to melt.
This is the last day for registration, and there are already few people at the registration office.
Only two registrars remained.
Fu Zhi noticed that the sign closest to her read, "One-on-one tutoring by a substitute teacher, offline Q&A, a million-question bank, free to explore, limited time flash sale price, 9999 per lesson, help you become the best firearms designer in China!"
It doesn't matter whether there is a gun or not. The main thing is Fu Zhihua's shock: "...This costs money?"
"How come this is free?" The registrar was also shocked. "You are a young girl, you are not going to eat for free, are you?"
Fu Zhi: “…”
Fu Zhi: "Is this discounted?"
"It's the beginning of the school year, little girl. There are a lot of people lining up behind you to attend classes. 9999 is already a bargain. Sixty classes, how about you just give me half a million?"
Fu Zhi: “???”
She thought she might as well drop out of school on the spot.
Fu Zhi didn't want to stay any longer and turned to leave, but the registrar on the other side waved at her, "Hey, girl, this place is free! It also includes food, drink, toilet and sleep! Do you want to sign up?"
Fu Zhi's eyes lit up, "Report!" Then he paused, suspicious, "Is this also a one-on-one free?"
"No, my class is a hodgepodge, with a group of people taking classes together, which tests practical skills more." This is what the registrar said. He hasn't seen any girls in the training camp for more than half a year, so he has to poach them no matter what! I dug it up, everyone will be more motivated to train when they see the girls!
The registrar next to her glanced in Fu Zhi's direction, compared her height and altitude, curled her lips, thinking that she was being cheated. Just as she was about to speak, she was glared at by the registrar from the training camp.
He shut his mouth because of the other person's fist.
Fu Zhi didn't ask any further questions. She just thought it was the difference between one-to-one and many-to-one, and happily handed in a personal information form.
Then I took a photo standing in front of the red curtain.
The registrar reminded her with a smile, "Okay, I'll submit the materials, and you just need to wait for the news via text message."
Fu Zhi nodded, turned and left.
Not long after she left, the registrar who was in charge of gun design changed his face, "Aren't you messing around?" He questioned the registrar at the training camp, "You throw a girl in there, can she train with those people?"
"What do you know?" The registrar here waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, it's nothing. She might even motivate everyone if she goes there."
"It's not a question of enthusiasm. I mean, I heard that the elders had a dispute with Young Master Ouyang. This training... It's training on the surface, but it's actually an action to eliminate dissidents!" The registrar's voice was getting lower and lower. "She's a woman. Who do you want her to team up with? Whose team will she stand on? Whoever she stands on, the other team will fight her with real guns and swords. By then, her arms and legs will be crippled..."
"No, it's not that serious." The registrar here was shocked.
"Of course not. You just have to be so mean. If anything happens to this person, you will have a guilty conscience for the rest of your life."
"What does it have to do with me? I didn't ask her to sign up. She just wanted to take advantage of me!"
"Yes, yes, yes."
Seeing the registrar opposite him blushing and getting angry, the man stopped talking for fear of being beaten and reminded: "I think the strength of the participating teams is very different this time. Young Master Ouyang's people are good at gun design. Why don't you remind her to join the elders' team... There is still a glimmer of hope if you find a man to rely on."
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Fu Zhi had no idea what others were saying.
After Fu Zhi completed the registration, he returned to the Lu family.
Ouyang Feng asked her how the registration went. Fu Zhi was very confident in herself and made an OK gesture, "Don't worry about me doing the job."
Then he reminded Ouyang Feng, "You should also pay attention to my work and move the company quickly."
Ouyang Feng was very happy when he thought Fu Zhi had done the job: "Okay, okay, I'll go move the company right away!"
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On the other side, the Lu family.
Lu Yumo felt that something was strange at home recently.
Ever since he was allowed to play in the professional league, for some reason, he rarely saw Xu Wei, Lu Jingqing, or Lu Yushen every day.
Except for three meals a day, after they finished their meals, they would look at each other tacitly and turn away.
Lu Yumo felt a little uncomfortable and stopped outside his parents' bedroom.
(End of this chapter)
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