A wealthy old man is a real father [Transmigration Book]

Chapter 28 28

Su Shile deserted in class.

Jing Xuyang's cold male voice echoed in his ears,

He glanced worriedly at Xiao Le, who was as stable as Mount Tai and hadn't seen anything recently.

Su Shile thought of the calcium tablets she had seen while hiding under the covers, and various shameful gestures flashed through her mind.

Although he blushed with embarrassment, his heart was not dead.

He remembered that Jing Xuyang liked sweets, and he liked red bean milk tea more than mango fresh milk tea.

So, would you prefer a strawberry drizzle over a mango?

It seems that I still have to buy that oil, is there a sweeter flavor than strawberry?

Hey, not to mention the taste, there is also the problem of size. He only touched Jing Xuyang's breasts, not to mention touching the bottom ones. He looked at them through loose camouflage pants. He was inexperienced and completely uncertain.

So sad--

Overthinking, Su Shile's face was so hot that it was too hot to bury it in his arms, so he sat up straight and stretched himself.

I miss the unmanned vending machines that bloomed everywhere in my previous life, and the online shopping express delivery with high confidentiality.

These days, if I want to have a one-night stand, I don't know where to buy family planning supplies...

Su Shile had no idea that his unscrupulous slouch in class had attracted the attention of the teacher on the podium, and he was still shaking his head and counting with his fingers.

The city where the sponsor's father is on a business trip this time seems to be Yuncheng, where he settled down and developed after graduation. Convenient online shopping should not be far away, right?

In my impression, the father of the funder has gone through three detours in starting a business. He can tactfully mention it to his idol. How should he say it?

"Su Shile? Su Shile!!!"

Su Shile, who was called out again, struggled to raise his head from the table with a red apple face.

What greeted him was the teacher on the podium who asked stern questions.

"Su Shile, stand up and answer the question."

Su Shile stood up with a whoosh, standing upright, breaking out in a cold sweat.

What's the problem?

Don't say answer, he didn't understand the question.

The classmate next to him was secretly patting his thigh under the table, murmuring something in a low voice and couldn't hear clearly, and the classmate at the front desk also wrote the title in large characters on the notebook that was erected.

It's a pity that the people around don't know that Xueba is now an idiot. He knows the question, let alone can't think of the answer, he can't even understand it.

For Su Shile, who entered a social university early in his previous life, computer language was almost the same as bird language.

No, no, the birdsong is at least pleasant to the ear, and the programming language is probably more like babbling Japanese.

"Report to the teacher, I won't!"

Su Shile shouted angrily, with a very polite attitude, and the consequences would be serious.

The teacher on the podium was Sun Yihang's doctoral supervisor, a retired old professor who was rehired by Ancheng University, a senior expert in China, with gray hair but hale and hearty, dedicated to academics, and he had heard of Su Shile, a top student.

I often hear Sun Yihang, a close disciple, mentioning that Su Shile was born to eat this kind of food, and he is very smart in programming, but he is just inexperienced...

But after the old professor came into contact with it this semester, he doubted that the young apprentice was too simple-he almost only had programming in his eyes, and he was deceived.

Su Shile plays truant, doesn't hand in homework, gets distracted in class, sleeps...

Where is there a shadow of a good student?

The old professor remembered the joke that Sun Yihang made many years ago - he turned on the night train and programmed. The theory he taught in class had already been taught by himself, and he simply used it to make up for sleep. When he was caught by him, he was invited out of the classroom before he recovered. , If it wasn't for the little apprentice who was very persistent later, blocking him for a month, I really missed a programming genius.

With a suspicious attitude, the old professor changed to a simpler question and asked again.

Su Shile could only repeat helplessly, "Teacher, I really can't."

The old teacher is sure this time, and he hates iron for not making steel.

"Young people, don't be complacent with a small achievement!"

"You've only just started taking professional courses, and you're still far from becoming talents. Su Shile, isn't it? The teacher advises you to squeeze through the single-plank bridge of the college entrance examination with thousands of troops, enter the best major of Ancheng University and become the best among your peers. Don't So impetuous, look farther, your father is rich, but the world is big, gnawing on the old, how many years can you gnaw on?"

Su Shile's thoughts were taken astray.

His father is really rich, rich beyond his imagination.

Not to mention the market value of Songuo Group, just the real estate that Su Baobei bought casually—hundreds of villas in golden areas all over the country... If he really wants to eat old, he will never finish eating in this life.

But looking at the heartbroken old professor, Su Shile could feel the heart of the old man.

He accepted the hippie smile and said seriously, "Teacher, I want to quit school."

The classroom suddenly exploded, and the students who had been quietly watching the excitement began to whisper.

Astonishment also flashed across the old professor's face, "Do you have any difficulties?"

Su Shile opened his mouth, he really wanted to tell the truth, he is an idiot, so he won't waste the excellent educational resources of key universities.

In his previous life, he also worked in an educational institution. It was an institution specializing in re-study counseling. Many children from 360 to [-] worked hard at [-] a.m. and [-] a.m., [-] days a year. To the less gray-headed, bald... just to squeeze through the single-plank bridge of the college entrance examination and be admitted to the ideal university's favorite major.

The teacher was right to criticize him. He is not worthy to stay here and waste the resources of the country and the school.

The old professor took the compassion on Su Shile's face when he fell into memories as an unspeakable secret, and his heart softened after all.

"Sit down first, come to my office after class, so as not to waste the time of other students, we will continue with the class."

Su Shile sat down, and in a good learning atmosphere, he stopped daydreaming, but borrowed a piece of paper and a pen from someone, and carefully planned his milk tea business.

After the four professional classes are over.

The old professor couldn't persuade him with all his earnest words, so Su Shile went directly to the teaching office.

But dropping out of school is not as easy as he thinks.

Not to mention that there are a lot of processes to go.

President Su donated a library to Ancheng University before confessing his relatives. After confessing his relatives, he offered to thank the school for its cultivation and wanted to sponsor another scholarship.

In President Su's original words.

"My son is so outstanding. At the end of the semester, I will personally present the award to my son at the bonus award ceremony sponsored by the Pine Cone Group. Father and son are on the same stage, which is considered a glorious ancestor, lest those unscrupulous media in Hong Kong City will talk about books every now and then. From the Su family to my generation, they are all rotten to the root."

The two parties have not yet finalized the relevant contract, President Su had a drunk driving incident, and the Songuo Group was also implicated, so they had no choice but to put it aside.

How could it be possible for the school to let President Su's own son drop out of school at this level?Isn't this nonsense?

Su Shile was very persistent, but his reason for dropping out was to start a business selling milk tea.

In the eyes of the hospital leaders, it was just a joke.

Just like graduates of Tsinghua University and Peking University who do not accept high-paying jobs and want to go home to raise pigs.

Their computer major in Ancheng University is ranked among the top three in the country, and their reputation and reputation are no worse than that of Qingbei.

If Su Shile said that he would go home and inherit billions of dollars or go abroad to study and be gilded, they would still be able to recognize it, but a prestigious university has a good major, so it can't compare to selling milk tea? ?

The school leaders only treated Su Shile as a child and played around.

He offered a series of generous conditions but couldn't keep him, so he simply offered to let him take a week off.

Su Shile still doesn't give up. He has been absent from class frequently recently, and Ancheng University, which is strict in discipline, has given him a lenient, which also affects his credibility.

The two sides were at a standstill, and the dean shied away—the school must communicate with the parents about such a major event as dropping out.

Su Shile thought of his own father who was still in detention—he would hire a tutor for him, and the hot searches on Rainbow Fart Shopping praised the old Su family for a wealthy old man who was a genius and a master of learning.

He couldn't help being a little anxious, he just wanted to kill him first and play later, while the wealthy father was out of his control, he would drop out of school first, and his father would at best beat him up afterward.

Staying in the classroom to accompany others to study is really too much torment for the scumbags, the same torment as being sick and fasting.

"I'm an adult and can take responsibility for my actions."

Su Shile fought hard, but was dismissed by the dean kindly, "Kids, don't worry, we will patiently communicate with your parents."

Su Shile, who didn't want to be treated like a child, and didn't want the school to communicate with her parents, reluctantly accepted the one-week personal leave given by the school.

I tried all the methods I could think of, and it didn’t work if I didn’t accept it.

After coming out of the teaching office, Su Shile went straight to his milk tea shop.

Fortunately, Slag Gong just smashed the simple facade he built last time, and the second-hand tricycle and the work of making milk tea are still there.

Su Shile rode a tricycle, went to the nearby fruit wholesaler, replenished the ingredients for making milk tea, and went back to the rental house for a whole night.

In the early morning of the next day, the old location of the snack street, the milk tea shop reopened.

This time, without handing out leaflets to solicit customers, the business is booming.

Even the proprietress of the breakfast shop looked curiously at the milk tea shop in front of her shop, at Su Shile who was still dressed plainly, and kept rubbing her eyes.

With a face full of pain, he ran over to buy a cup of mango fresh milk tea, and struck up a conversation, "Su Shile, why are you here to set up a stall?"

Su Shile, who was working hard to whip the cream, kept moving his hands, and joked, "My father has been detained, and I want to earn money to support my family."

"What?" A day ago, the proprietress might have believed that Mr. Su was flying all over the sky, and the whole network was bad-mouthing the Songuo Group, but after the police released the video, Mr. Su simply pleaded guilty, not sensational, not Selling miserably, without making excuses, many passers-by turned fans, and the official blog also posted the tax records of Songuo Group over the years, and was praised by the State Administration for Industry and Commerce.

Today, the momentum is gaining momentum, and Mr. Su will be the richest person in Ancheng in a few days.

"Okay," Su Shile explained while cutting the mango, "I want to save money to buy a gift for my father, so you have to keep it a secret for me."

"sure."

The proprietress, who thought she had snooped on the secrets of the wealthy family, nodded repeatedly.

Satisfied, he drank milk tea and went to buy goods, bragging to everyone while holding it, "This is the milk tea made by the son of the richest man in Ancheng. It is sticky with wealth, and it is delicious."

There are quite a few people who have the same thoughts as the proprietress. Many small bosses in the snack street come here admiringly.

The owner of the KTV on the opposite side, after tasting two kinds of milk tea, came to talk about cooperation. He wanted to wholesale red bean milk tea to sell in the store. The mango fresh milk tea was afraid that it would affect the sales of fruit slices, so he didn't want it.

Probably because of Su Shile's freshness, the boss offered to ask me to raise 100 cents for a cup. If the daily sales volume does not exceed [-] cups, I don't want a commission.

Of course, Su Shile would not refuse this kind of good deed. He just looked at the long line of guests in front of him. He didn't have the free labor of Zha Gong. Is it okay to start? I will make a batch in advance tomorrow morning, and there are not enough ingredients today."

The boss originally wanted to form a good relationship, how could he disagree?

Su Shile's arms were sore from making milk tea that day, and his hands were soft when he collected money.

At first, it was just the students of Anjo University and the surrounding vendors. In the afternoon, the surrounding residents also came, and some people drove a car and packed a dozen cups in one go.

Wait for the night to be sold out.

Su Shile was once again on the local trending search, and a few photos of him without makeup that he could hit, almost sent him to debut as a "milk tea brother".

Su Shile didn't pay attention to the excitement on the Internet at all. He was sitting happily in a luxurious villa, counting the change one by one, thinking about how much he could earn in seven days, and what gifts he could buy for the wealthy father. He had no idea that Sun Yihang received a call from his Ph. I rushed back to Ancheng.

The author has something to say: **Little Theater of No Responsibility**

Before being detained, the wealthy old man wanted to brag when he saw people,

"Have you heard of my son? Su Shile, who just received a national scholarship at a key university, I tell you, my son is a top student, with full marks in all subjects..."

There's no end to boasting, the kind that I can't wait to drag people to talk for three days and three nights, even my own son can't stop it.

After coming out, Su Yu was given a headache by his son who dropped out of school.

"Son, your father and I are enough to embarrass the Su family. You lost half your life and graduated from an Ivy League school, you..."

"Hey—forget it, son, dad doesn't blame you. The problem must be your other dad. That two hundred and five will hold you back!"

Although he did not graduate from university, he was a graduate of the high-tech industry.

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