Ultimate Teacher Chapter 396: The opportunity is coming!

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Chapter 396 The Opportunity Is Here!

It's like a lively movie scene where the sound is suddenly turned off, Fang Yixing is still drinking, Zhao Chengxin is still smiling, Fang Hao is still chewing the bone in his mouth, Fang Yixin and Fang Yiling are still Gossip in the family

But the sound on the dinner table ceased at once, and there was a moment of silence.

Fang Yixing's brows are slightly wrinkled, and Fang Huwei's slightly dark complexion is even worse.

Fang Huwei has very little contact with this son-in-law, but the pride in the bones of the three sons-in-law can be felt thousands of miles away.

He is a very traditional man in his bones, but his emotional problems with his children are quite open-minded. As long as you like it, I will love it with you.

The daughter did well when she brought Zhou Fan to the house for the first time. Although there is always a sense of arrogance when chatting, isn't that what young people should be doing?

Later, Zhou Fan ’s position under his father ’s support became higher and higher, and he received more and more compliments, and his self-confidence became more and more powerful. This is true in front of outsiders, as well as in front of their families. This made Master Fang Huwei unhappy.

Fang Huweihu stared at Zhou Fan and said: "I think it's good to be a teacher, teach and educate, Tao Licheng. It is a great thing to cultivate talents for the country. Fang Yan's work does not work you Bother. "

Fang Huwei put down his chopsticks and said, "You eat. I will go back to my room to rest. I am old and can't sit still."

I heard that my father was going back to the room, Fang Yixin and Fang Yiling quickly got up and pushed the old man back to the backyard.

Zhou Fan ’s proposal was opposed by his father-in-law, and he felt a little unhappy in his heart, saying: "It ’s not that I want to say that our dad and his father sing a contradiction, the old generation ’s thinking must also be changed. Change what you think, what time is this? ? Teaching and educating people for the country is indeed a good thing. However, should you also consider for your children? "

"Fang Yan's age is not too small? How much can he earn as a teacher for a month's salary? How many years' salary can he buy a house in Huacheng or Yanjing? Brought to this village? When the girl came to see this village so remote, she must not be scared away? "

"Why is this village bad? The average girl can't get in yet." Zhao Chengxin sneered again and again.

“Honesty, I did n’t say that this village is bad, but now young girls are willing to live in the city. Who can bear the coldness in this village? They live in this village for three or two days and feel fresh, if they live In the last year and a half, why couldn't you make people crazy? Even if Fang Yan took her when she was working in Huacheng, would she have to buy a house in Huacheng? "

"How do you know that Fang Yan can't afford a house? A teacher can't afford a house?" Fang Hao asked back.

Fang Yan worried that the three of them were arguing at the wine table. They quickly stood up and played round, smiling and toasting. "What the young uncle said is very reasonable, and it is also for my sake. I respect three uncles for a drink."

Zhou Fan raised his glass and touched Fang Yan ’s glass, and said, "That is to say, you are a nephew, so I will tell you the truth. If the children of other families, I need to say this? You should think about it Considering what I said, our bank will invest more than 100 million yuan in Mingzhu to set up a financial service company. If you are interested, I will arrange you into this service company. Both the future and the income must be better than being a teacher. With the qualifications and achievements in the past few years, I can still give you a suite in the Pearl "

"Thank you uncle, I will consider it carefully." Fang Yan nodded with a smile.

Zhou Fan was satisfied, and he looked at Fang Hao and Zhao Chengxin again and said, "You can't always stay in this village. How much can this village have a good time? I also told me that the village used to be There have been a lot of great people. But how many years have it been? Hundreds of years have it? We ca n’t always hold the glory of our ancestors and die, let ’s look forward, right? ”

Zhao Chengxin was so trembling that he deliberately said: "We want to go out, but the brother-in-law has to arrange a way."

Zhou Fan felt the hostility in Zhao Chengcheng ’s words, so naturally he would n’t think of really helping him, saying, “I will arrange it for you if there is a suitable opportunity.”

At the end of a meal, it was a little unhappy, and Zhou Fan returned to the room where he and Fang Yijing lived and lay in bed and said, "I think your family is hostile to me."

"Why are you hostile to you?" Fang Yijing asked indifferently while packing up.

"Numerology came and threw two heels. I can see that the kid really suffered from Fang Yan's hand, otherwise his emotions will not be so excited and your dad, I said to arrange a copy for Fang Yan At work, he looked at my eyes like he was going to eat me. I also have some good intentions? If someone else, I need to worry about it? "

Fang Yijing stopped his work and sat down on the bed and said to her husband warmly: "Zhou Fan, Yanziwu is a very special place. Everyone here is naturally more proud than others"

Zhou Fan sneered and said, "What is so proud of a bunch of earth buns who have never seen the world before?"

Fang Yujing sighed gently.

She tried to communicate with her husband on this issue countless times, but every time she was pushed back by this mockery.

Yes, Yanziwu has been silent for 100 years, but the glory and spirit of the ancestors still exist, and the villagers inside have been silently guarding this country and its people with their loyalty and life.

They have shed blood for this country, they have died for this country, they have capital of pride and arrogance.

Anyone should be more forgiving of such a group, allow their pride, accept their arrogance, and make them feel respected.

However, the husband only believed what he saw. The mountain villages I see are so remote, the houses I see are so old, the village roads I see so bad, and the young people I see shrink to catch chickens and dogs in the village and do nothing

Even his son Zhou Mingli disdains Yanziwu and feels that the village where his mother was born is too poor. She has always wanted to bring her husband and son together and let them beat with the pulse of Yanziwu.

It seems that this desire is really difficult to realize.

"Zhou Fan, you should put down your prejudices, take a look with clear eyes, and think with your sane mind, Yanziwu is really a place that makes people proud of it"

Fang Yijing's words were not finished, and her husband's sleeping snoring was heard.

At six o'clock in the morning, Fang Yan has finished washing and getting up to practice in the yard. After returning home, Kung Fu can not be neglected. Grandpa didn't care about the others, but the students were very strict with this one.

Fang Yan has just walked around the plum blossom walk, and Fang Hero and Fang Haohan also come over in casual clothes.

The three of them greeted each other with their eyes, and then began to walk up.

After a while, Fang Mengying and Fang Mengxiang also came out. Every New Year, the whole family of Aunt and Aunt will live in the old house, so Fang Mengying and Fang Mengxiang also have to practice with Fang Yan.

Fang Hao and Zhao Chengxin also have to practice, but they both go to Fang ’s house to perform Wutang and will not be with these juniors.

Zhou Mingli also got up, wearing a thick down jacket and holding an ipad in his hand.

After seeing Fang Yan leading a group of people standing, he just pouted and started to open the ipad to play the game. The sound of the game is very loud, which brings a lot of noise to these practitioners.

"Did you turn off the sound, okay?" Fang Mengxiang had the least concentration. Hearing the fighting sound from the game, his attention began to be drawn away.

"What do you have to do when I play my game?" Zhou Mingli naturally does not listen to a child.

"Do you believe me or not?" Fang Mengxiang said angrily. As far as the other party's dreams are concerned, Zhou Numing, who can't even walk steadily, is simply not his opponent.

"Fang Mengxiang." Fang Yan said while standing on the pile, while the other party's Mengxiang said: "Silence quietly, the mind is unified. These noises are just like your obstacles. Crossing these obstacles can be like your father Master. "

Fang Meng is very admired as Fang Yan. After listening to Fang Yan ’s words, he said: "I do n’t want to be a master like my father, I want to be a master like Big Brother Fang Yan"

"Okay." Fang Yan nodded with a smile. It feels good to have a **** fan at home. "Then practice well. Don't be disturbed by outside noise."

"Well. I will." Fang Mengxiang closed his eyes and stood on the pile. Sure enough, no longer be troubled by external forces.

Zhou Mingli sneered and said, "You can only cheat the children."

Zhou Fan drank too much wine last night and got up late today.

After washing, unwilling to stay with Fang's family, he got up and took a walk in the village. When he reached the entrance of the village, he saw a row of cars approaching the village.

In such a remote and ruined village, there are still cars coming?

He saw those license plates, his heartbeat could not help but quickened, and his face was incredible. I rubbed my eyes and looked again. There was nothing wrong with the car, and no wrong license plate number.

One of the cars had the license plate number of the leader's car. He went to the Yanjing Hotel yesterday to give the head boss a far-sighted look at the New Year's greetings. Why did he come to this poor village?

"Did that leader also go out from this village?" Thinking of this possibility, Zhou Fan's heart thumped violently.

The opportunity is coming!

Zhou Fan followed the convoy and ran towards the village. When he met an old man picking up dung, he pointed to the cars and asked, "Uncle, who owns which cars?"

"Who's home?" The old man looked up and said, "Go to Ye's home. Ye's third son is back."