A leaf knows autumn, and it is the harvest season again. The three positive lines of nouveau riche are gradually gaining over, and assets are rising sharply.

The product line of toothpaste factory has begun to expand, toothbrushes and soaps have been launched recently. Toothbrushes will go to the Forbidden City Toothpaste Factory. Soap has extraordinary significance, because starting from it, the product line of beauty salons and toothpaste factories has officially connected.

At the same time, there is also a traditional Chinese medicine toothpaste launched by the toothpaste factory. This toothpaste focuses on its efficacy more than any previous one. The special additive ingredients are the first result of the Forbidden City's independent research and development. Lin Ziwen believes that this toothpaste is of milestone significance for his career and is the most powerful proof of taking off his nouveau riche's hat.

Although the road ahead is still tortuous and far from the goal, when looking back, Lin Ziwen found that he could only see a long line of footprints and could not see where he set out. This shows that the efforts he had already made has achieved results from selling game coins from refusing to selling toothpaste and toothbrushes to all over the country. It took only less than two years for the leader to find that he had another hobby. Looking back on yesterday's success, he looked forward to the future. He heard that only when people are old, they always recall the glory of the past when they always recalled the glory of the past. Lin Ziwen wondered, was he that his puberty had not yet finished, and his mentality became older?

Isn't it just making some money or doing some results that ordinary people can't do? Don't be happy in the face of grades, Lin Ziwen keeps reminding yourself that you have lived for two lives, and you are different from others. Your future achievements will definitely be far more than that. You have to work hard and work hard.

Recently, Lin Ziwen is busy counting money every day, and his life is smooth and he has put all the things in the school behind his mind. That morning, the nouveau riche just woke up and heard a wave of phone ringing from the living room. Wang Yumei Teng, who was cooking in the kitchen, did not take action, and hurriedly shouted: "Son, get up and answer the phone."

Lin Ziwen jumped down from the ground, ran into the living room, and just fed the earpiece. Bai Hong's voice came from the other end of the earpiece: "Lin Ziwen, it's really not easy to find you once."

Is it difficult to find me? Lin Ziwen thought about it. These two days, they went out early and came back late, and were not at home during the day. It was really not easy to find myself, so she said to Bai Hong: "Then you learned to be smart. I called me early this morning, right?"

"You are smart and you know that you can find someone by calling early in the morning. Don't you know that it's impolite to disturb people's rest? Otherwise, I called you at 10 o'clock last night, for fear of affecting your family's rest." Bai Hong was also helpless. This was the first time she called someone else's house early in the morning.

"Say, what's the matter to me?" Lin Ziwen sat on the windowsill with the phone. The early autumn wind was very refreshing and it was very comfortable to blow on her back.

"Will you come tomorrow's monthly exam?" Bai Hong asked

"Monthly Test? Tomorrow?" Lin Ziwen slapped her head. In recent days, she was busy drawing trademarks and designing packaging boxes for the pharmaceutical factory, and completely forgot about this matter.

"Forgot?" Bai Hong was angry. Lin Ziwen was addicted to the school and refused to return. Now, he notified him once a few days ago. He saw that the exam was about to be taken tomorrow, but this kid forgot about this matter.

"No, I haven't forgotten." Lin Ziwen lied without blushing, and made up the story: "I was sleeping in a daze and answered your phone as soon as I opened my eyes, so I didn't react all of a sudden. I'm going tomorrow morning? I'll definitely go."

"Is there something wrong today? If it's okay, you'll come here to class today." Bai Hong paused, "I have something to ask you to help you. Let's talk about it when you come. I'll say this first."

What else needs to be so mysterious? Can't you tell it on the phone? Lin Ziwen and Bai Hong worshipped and hung up the microphone and looked at the clock on the wall. There was still some time before going to school. It was too late to be delayed after dinner and then left.

As soon as Lin Congwu came out with his pants in the bathroom, he saw his son wearing only trousers and sitting on the windowsill of the living room, shaking his legs, and Humge Mountain City is a typical northern climate. It was already a little cold in the morning of early autumn. This kid sat on the marble windowsill with his shirtless early in the morning. Aren’t you afraid of catching a cold and having diarrhea? Lin Congwu was about to start scolding his son, but Lin Ziwen heard the sound of a spatula touching the plate in the kitchen. He knew that his mother had cooked the dishes, and whistled and jumped down to help him serve the dishes.

In fact, according to Lin Ziwen's idea, if you take the exam tomorrow morning, you should read the textbook and memorize the memorization of the textbook at home today. But Bai Hong said that he would ask him for help if he had something to do. The leader was very curious. He heard that this matter seemed to be kept confidential, but it was not like a big deal. Bai Hong rarely had things that he couldn't handle, so he needed to ask for his own help. What would that happen?

"Xiao Ye Erlang, I'm carrying that schoolbag to school, not to be an official, nor to save face..." Lin Ziwen carried a shabby schoolbag on her back, walking on the way to school while singing the song. It's rare that he went to school so early today, but unfortunately it was not for studying, but to feel that he hadn't been to school for a long time and missed his classmates. He wanted to play in school for a while.

There are some textbooks and exercise books in my schoolbag. Except for the Mingyu written on it when I first posted it, the leader has never read them. No matter how thick or thin, each book still exudes the fragrance of ink and paper. It has been nearly a month since school started. Lin Ziwen has counted the lessons. There are only one such student in J. No one in the school knows.

As soon as I entered the school gate, Lin Ziwen saw a row of boys standing neatly in the middle of the playground, all of whom were lowering their heads and not daring to move. A man in a black shirt was holding a teaching stick and slashing and scolding him. The man had big wavy curly hair, the white dandruff on his shoulders of the black shirt was very conspicuous, and a red rosacea on his face was obviously our director, Comrade Tong Dalang

Tong Dalang was showing off his might, but he didn't notice that Lin Ziwen walked past the teaching building with a smile not far away from him. If he knew that this bastard student came to school today, Tong Dalang would have disbanded the students who did not abide by the school rules immediately, and then obediently returned to his office, read newspapers, drink tea and waited for get off work

About half of the classmates came in the classroom, and they were chatting and fighting, and the appearance of Master Lin brought a group of orgasms. The girls were all very happy. The boy also thought that this basketball game should not be afraid of the guys in Class 3, but Xu Yong was alone watching coldly, thinking about his thoughts.

Regarding this Master Lin, Xu Yong felt that he could not bear it for long. He was the boy in the class who was the only one who was the one who was the one who was the best in the grades, and he was the most powerful in the fight. The teacher was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was

Some people grew up with golden keys since childhood, and always feel that they are better than others, so they should revolve around them. Xu Yong is such a person. Because of his parents' profession, Xu Yong has learned many scheming that children of the same age cannot learn, and his skills in doing things are much higher than those of his peers. Although the purpose is often relatively naive, the methods they practice when pursuing the purpose are very fatherly. Sometimes even adults cannot compare with them.

Xu Yong, who was determined to dominate J, regarded Lin Ziwen as an imaginary enemy when he first transferred to school. It was a pity that this enemy was a bit powerful and supported by Li Yongshun, a senior high school student. So Xu Yong always pretended to be a good student until Li Yongshun was about to graduate and started to develop his own small forces in the class. He also managed to avoid conflicts with Lin Ziwen, making it seem like a well water will not violate the river.

Lin Ziwen saw all this, and then he laughed it and ignored the character of the leader. How could he be like a teenager like him? As long as he doesn't do anything too much, he doesn't mess with him? Lin Ziwen let Xu Yong sing this one-man show. In his eyes, Xu Yong is more clever than some clowns, and sometimes he can really create some wonderful shows. Anyway, he came to school just to find fun and enjoy life. With the character Xu Yong next to him, Lin Ziwen is actually quite happy.

If Xu Yong knew that Lin Ziwen thought of him, he would be immediately angry and would be stingy and was then pushed to Siping for a lifetime, but Xu Yong would never know Lin Ziwen's idea in this life. So this morning, looking at Lin Ziwen who attracted everyone's attention as soon as he entered the classroom, Xu Yong thought that the time should be almost done. It's time to find a way to create an opportunity to pull this damn leader Lin off the stage and become a romantic figure in J.

Teacher Hu, who was in the first class, saw Lin Ziwen as soon as he entered the door, and jokingly said, "Oh, Lin Ziwen is back for class? I haven't seen your shadow since the beginning of school. I wonder if I can get to the top three this time?"

Lin Ziwen smiled and said to try her best. Teacher Hu said a few words of encouragement and started teaching. This conversation made Lin Ziwen's impression of Teacher Hu suddenly improve, so Lin Ziwen gave Teacher Hu a lot of face in the whole class, pretending to be very attentive.

Master Lin's performance was seen by Xiao Jing. In the class, except Bai Hong and Chen Xiaolei who was transferred away, the one who knew Lin Ziwen best belonged to his deskmate Xiao Jing. Lin Ziwen, who pretended to listen, hid all the teachers and students in the class. Even Bai Hong, who was sitting in the front row, thought Lin Ziwen was working hard, but only Xiao Jing knew his appearance, because although the book in the leader's hand was held like everyone else, what Teacher Hu said on the podium was not the page he opened.

After class, the classroom was in chaos. Bai Hong turned around and chatted with Xiao Jing. While quietly lifting a notebook on Lin Ziwen's desk, stuffed a note in it. This small action was not hidden from Xiao Jing. Looking at Bai Hong's skillful movements without any flaws, Xiao Jing confirmed again that Bai Hong has the full potential of being a spy and an underground party.

After class, Lin Ziwen opened the note and saw that it was written on it. Lin Ziwen thought Bai Hong would find an opportunity to tell him alone, but she didn't expect that she was so anxious. She wrote it as a note and sent it. The content on the note was that Bai Hong wanted to read a book that Zhang Yong brought from home, but was embarrassed to borrow it, so she asked Lin Ziwen to help him get it done.

It must be not a good book. Lin Ziwen made a conclusion after reading the note and Bai Hong said on the note that few people knew about that book. Let Lin Ziwen create an opportunity to know the book, so that she will not be suspicious. Since this book is not upright and not convenient for Bai Hong to borrow it herself, it must be kept strictly confidential. What kind of book is about to come out. Lin Ziwen guessed that there were several other types of violence and obscene reactions.

The book that Bai Hong wanted to read so when he was close to the exam must be a special place. Lin Ziwen was also attracted to the appetite. After destroying the note, Lin Ziwen waited for the end of get out of class and made up some excuses to pull Zhang Yongjian to stay in the classroom with him.

The leader came out and took a handful of Lin Ziwen and bragged about how many good things he bought when he went out. Then he said that he could give Zhang Yong some and immediately drooled. He took the initiative to offer treasure and said that he had a "good" book in his hand and could lend it to Master Lin to see. It would be okay for a few days.

Lin Ziwen, who had opened a white strip, successfully got the book. What surprised Lin Ziwen was that this thin booklet was not Qianyu, but a handwritten copybook that he had never seen before. The paper was already yellow.

Girl's Heart?***, can you actually encounter such a legendary thing? Lin Ziwen flipped through the small notebook casually and looked at the proud Zhang Yong in disbelief. The handwritten manuscript was beautifully written, as if it was from a woman's handwriting. The paper and the cover were old and antiques. Could it be produced during the Cultural Revolution?

Lin Ziwen decided to take this small book for himself, even if he exchanged a whole set of "The Goddess' Saint Seiya", he was reluctant to hear Master Lin say he wanted to exchange things. Zhang Yong hesitated for a while, and finally agreed. Anyway, these things were always hidden by his parents. If they found out and asked one day, Zhang Yong decided to refuse to admit it.

"Is this one?" Lin Ziwen asked after putting the girl's heart seriously in her schoolbag and putting it in her backpack.

"There are some other things," Zhang Yong whispered: "I think this one is the best."

"What are you talking about it?" Lin Ziwen became excited.

Zhang Yong thought and said, "A Embroidered Shoes, Second Handshake, Manna Memoirs, Green Corpse, Villa Magic Shadow, "The 100th Beauty Skin", ***, I don't dare to read some of them. I really don't know who wrote the most exciting one is that there is a book written by a monk, but unfortunately it is from classical Chinese."

"Who wrote the monk? The monk Lancao?" Lin Ziwen felt that Zhang Yong's parents were simply handwritten and collected "Is there any jade cushion?"
Chapter completed!