Rebirth of the Wild Age

Back to the cafe, Lin Zhuoyun looked like a hostess, taking her sister and niece around, pointing to the room and saying, "Sister, you live in this room. Doudou's bedroom is next to her. I have a writing desk where she does homework. done."

Lin Wanzi looked at the furnishings in the house and said, "This is your bedroom, right? Give it to me. Where do you live?"

Lin Zhuoyun smiled and said, "I live in a graduate student dormitory. It takes more than ten minutes to walk to the graduate student classroom from here, which is a bit inconvenient for class."

"It's better for me to rent a house myself." Lin Wanzi said.

"Don't be polite to me," Lin Zhuoyun said, "I might come to stay for two days on weekends, and then I will squeeze with you. If it doesn't work, I will change the karaoke room next door into a bedroom."

Lin Wanzi said, "This will affect business."

Lin Zhuoyun said: "Although the karaoke room makes a lot of money, it is too noisy. It is also noisy when it is equipped with soundproofing materials. I wanted to take it down a long time ago. Doudou's room used to be a karaoke room. It was much quieter afterwards."

Song Weiyang walked in and said, "Sister, I didn't think about it well before. Even if you don't move in, I will change all the karaoke rooms."

Doudou rushed over excitedly: "Mom, my bedroom is so big, and there is a brand new computer!"

Lin Wanzi walked over and saw that the room was really big, and the computer was obviously just bought. She was rather embarrassed: "You do this, I am embarrassed. It was originally to trouble you, but also..."

"Okay, okay," Lin Zhuoyun interrupted, "Sister, you will be the store manager here in the future. You will gradually become familiar with your work in the past two months. To be honest, I am not doing business at all, but you are here. The pipe is better."

"I haven't done business either." Lin Wanzi said.

"You control five or six people in the department, at least better than me." Lin Zhuoyun said.

The sisters gave a humility, and at last Lin Wanzi agreed.

Song Weiyang said: "Eldest sister, Doudou, I've arranged it with someone, and you can just go and sign up the day after tomorrow."

"Thank you so much," Lin Wanzi said with a smile, "Which elementary school? You write down the address."

Song Weiyang said: "Fudan attached primary school, not far from here."

In Shenghai, there are a large number of elementary and middle schools starting with "Fudan".

Take "Fudan Primary School" as an example. It was established in 1905, but it has nothing to do with Fudan University now.

Only the "Fudan Attached Elementary School" is biological. The main enrollment targets are the children of Fudan University's faculty and staff. It is directly led by Fudan University. Most students can go directly to Fudan's affiliated high school. This is for internal use only, and rarely recruits students from outside. If you have money, you can get in for nothing.

In other words, Doudou can enter Fudan High School as long as his grades in elementary school reach middle or even lower middle. After finishing middle school and high school in the attached middle school, as long as the grades are higher, there is a high chance of being admitted to Fudan University. Fudan enrolls more students in its attached middle school every year than the entire Xikang Province, and sometimes even doubles it.

The college entrance examination is equal, but admission to the college entrance examination is not necessarily equal, and as time goes by, this inequality will become more and more obvious.

Lin Wanzi and Lin Zhuoyun talked about the work of the coffee shop, Doudou turned on the computer and started playing.

Song Weiyang walked to the computer desk and asked, "Have you played on a computer before?"

"Our school had a computer class last year. Every Monday," Doudou said, "but there are too few computers, and every class has to rotate in line. You can only enter the computer classroom once every two weeks. Practice cardboard typing in the classroom."

The so-called cardboard typing is a piece of cardboard printed on the keyboard, and each key is also marked with a five-stroke root.

This thing is very expensive. A cardboard keyboard costs several dollars. I don't know how many schools and companies earn income from selling cardboard.

Before 1995, Chinese learning computers was equivalent to learning Wubi Typing and WPS. Now WPS has been replaced by WORD, but Wubi is still powerful, and even the real computer keyboards in schools are marked with roots.

Doudou certainly wouldn't be so diligent to practice typing on her own. The little girl turned on the computer and played card games.

"Teach you a more fun." Song Weiyang went to the next bedroom to find the installation disk of The Legend of Sword and Fairy.

Doudou asked curiously: "Is it also a game?"

Song Weiyang said seriously: "This is learning software, specifically for learning computer knowledge."

Doudou pulled La Song Weiyang's sleeve, fanned his big eyes and said, "Brother, let's play cards."

"No, children must study hard." Song Weiyang continued to install the game.

Doudou pouted and was upset. She looked at the packing box of the installation disk again, and suddenly smiled: "You lied to me. This is obviously a game."

Song Weiyang said: "Do you know what it means to teach and play? It looks like a game, but it is actually learning software and learning computer knowledge through games."

Doudou stood up abruptly: "I'll go to my mother, and I have something to tell her. Big brother, let's play on the computer by yourself!"

Song Weiyang didn't stop him, and played the game by himself. Played until the second level was almost over, Doudou ran back, staring at the computer screen without blinking, and then angrily said: "You lie to me, this is the game!"

"Hahahaha!" Song Weiyang laughed mischievously.

Throwing the computer to Doudou, Song Weiyang smiled and left the room to chat with the Lin sisters.

Not long after, Doudou came over and asked: "Big Brother..."

"Call Uncle!" Lin Wanzi corrected again.

"Uncle, uncle," Doudou could only change his words, "may I choose Zhao Linger? I don't want to play Li Xiaoyao."

Song Weiyang said: "There is no way, unless you work hard to learn knowledge, write your own code in the future, and replace the protagonist of the game with Zhao Linger."

"Oh." Doudou reluctantly ran back to the room to continue playing.

Lin Wanzi sighed, "Hey, this kid, I know how to play all day long."

Song Weiyang said: "It is a child's nature to love to play. Don't try to kill it."

"She even has to supervise her homework, and she will definitely not do it if she doesn't stare at it someday," Lin Wanzi said, "especially for Chinese homework. She has learned everything. Copying new words and texts is a waste of time."

"This shows Doudou is very smart." Song Weiyang said.

Lin Wanzi said professionally: "I have been a junior high school teacher for a few years. The role of homework is not only to review the past and to learn the new, but also to cultivate students' study habits. Doudou's study habits are very bad and must be corrected!"

Well, when it comes to professional education, Song Weiyang has nothing to say.

Doudou is very smart, just more playful. In her last life, her grades in elementary and junior high schools were pretty good, because the content is simple, as long as she listens carefully in class, she will basically know it, and she has a stable middle and upper reaches. But in high school, subjects became more and more difficult. Mother and stepfather were busy with business, Doudou often did not do homework, and her academic performance quickly declined.

If it weren't for high school to make up for it, and do exercises madly, it is estimated that Doudou would not even be able to pass the undergraduate exam.

Although he was very upset about being unable to choose a female role, Doudou was still hooked on "The Legend of the Sword and Fairy", and played until nearly 11 o'clock that night, when his mother pulled the plug directly before going to bed.

When she got up the next day, it was Meimeida again. Doudou wanted to use the computer, but her mother pulled her ears and went downstairs.

Song Weiyang ate breakfast and said, "I sign up for school tomorrow. I will take Doudou to buy clothes today. She is at the age of a long man, and her skirts are a bit short."

Lin Wanzi said: "I think there are many clothing stores around here, just buy a few of them."

Lin Zhuoyun said: "Basically, the neighborhood sells clothes for college students, and there are few children's clothing stores. And Doudou has just arrived. My aunt should also say that we will let Weiyang drive later and we will go to the city for a round trip. "

"It's really unnecessary. Children's clothes this year will not be worn next year. No matter how good they are, it is a waste." Lin Wanzi said.

"Sister, just listen to me." Lin Zhuoyun insisted.

Lin Wanzi's financial situation is really not well-off, and her ex-husband's savings in her family are almost lost when she is used to do business. The ex-husband cleaned up and left the house voluntarily and left the house for the mother and daughter, but Lin Wanzi was reluctant to sell the house. Now she only has more than 2,000 yuan.

When she first came to a different place, Lin Wanzi had to keep money for self-defense, and every penny had to be broken into two cents to spend.

Lin Wanzi knows the kindness of her younger sister and prospective brother-in-law, but she really doesn't want to owe too much favor.

In fact, the relationship between the two sisters was not as close as expected. When Lin's father and Lin's mother were sent to the countryside, only Lin Zhuoyun, who had just turned one year old, was with him. Lin Wanzi, who was already in elementary school, was fostered with relatives. When the family reunited again, Lin Wanzi was already in junior high school.

Two more years later, Lin Wanzi was admitted to the secondary school, and the two sisters did not see it a few times a year.

But the enthusiasm of Song Weiyang and Lin Zhuoyun could not be lost, Lin Wanzi could only take her daughter into the city with them.

The performance of this shit-yellow van is pretty good, and it hasn't had any minor problems after a year. Song Weiyang doesn't plan to change it in the short term, and he usually doesn't worry about it when parked in front of the store.

Entering a large shopping mall, Lin Wanzi looked at the clothing prices secretly, the prices in Rongcheng and Sheng Hai were too far apart.

Doudou has just turned 10 years old this year, but she is tall and has to wear at least eleven or twelve-year-old girls' clothes.

Song Weiyang went to several stores ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ and found that the clothes were not easy to buy. He smiled and said, "If I were the owner of a clothing factory, I would definitely make children's clothes from 11 to 14 years old, and mainly men's clothing."

"Why?" Lin Zhuoyun asked.

"Have you not noticed anything unusual?" Song Weiyang explained, "The children's clothing sold in these stores is either for children 10 years old and under, or for boys and girls over 15 years old. From 11 to 14 years old. There are very few clothes, and the styles are relatively simple, and there are far more women's clothing than men's. Boys between the ages of 11 and 14 are really miserable, and they can only buy bad street styles."

When the clerk heard this, he was surprised and said: "Sir, your vision is real. We are contacting the factory to produce more children's clothing between 10 and 15 years old."

Song Weiyang smiled and said nothing.

Lin Wanzi said in surprise: "You can see this, it's no wonder that you can be a big boss."

"If you look carefully, you'll know," Song Weiyang said. "When you become a store manager in the future, you have to learn more about your customers' needs."

"I remember it." Lin Wanzi admired her sincerely.

Lin Zhuoyun smiled triumphantly: "He can't do anything else, but he has a good business knowledge."

When he walked to a high-end clothing store, Doudou fell in love with a skirt in an instant, and couldn't look away at all.

Song Weiyang asked: "Sister, how do you sell this skirt?"

"600 yuan, authentic Hong Kong goods." The clerk said.

Lin Wanzi immediately took her daughter away, and she didn't even bother to talk about the price, which was equivalent to her previous month's salary.

"I don't cut too much, can you sell 300?" Song Weiyang said.

"We don't bargain in our store." The clerk said.

Song Weiyang also left.

The clerk hurriedly shouted: "350, sell you at a loss!"

Song Weiyang immediately picked up Doudou and went back, smiling Doudou with joy, and then followed behind her elder brother's **** all the way.