"I'm all relying on luck." Fang Changan smiled embarrassedly.

Chen Chengli sighed and said, "No matter whether it is luck or not, his previous decisions are almost the right one... You decided, what do you say about Chengyan?"

The first one was told to Zhang Junhui, and the next one was asking Fang Chang'an.

"Uncle Chen is also planning to sell it with me."

"This kid..."

Chen Chengli laughed silently, "I trust you more than me."

"No, Uncle Chen should also feel that he has made enough money."

Fang Changan knew that Chen Chengli was making fun of him, but he refused, and then said with a smile: "And he probably really regarded me as a mascot."

Shen Mo and Wang Ke looked at each other and couldn't help laughing.

Chen Chengli also smiled and said, "In terms of effect, it's really true. How much money did he make with you in stocks alone? Besides, there are still two stores."

Chen Chengli seemed to be intending to "praise" him in front of Zhang Junhui. Fang Chang'an was a little puzzled. It was impossible for Chen Chengli to really treat him as his son-in-law, right?

He was about to say a few words of moderation, Chen Chengli turned his head to look at Zhang Junhui and asked with a smile: "How is it, do you want to sell it?"

Fang Changan was stunned for a moment before he realized that Zhang Junhui should have bought stocks, which was a bit surprised, but this belonged to Zhang Junhui's personal freedom, so naturally there was nothing to say.

Zhang Junhui smiled and said, "If you want to sell, I will follow you."

Chen Chengli hesitated for two seconds, then fell down first, and then asked Fang Chang'an in thought: "Are you sure?"

Fang Chang'an said: "If there is no accident, it should."

Chen Chengli took a deep breath, leaned against the sofa, his eyes empty for two or three seconds before saying, "I have to think about it again, let's take a look."

For him, the most important thing is not the more than 20 million stocks in his personal account, but the company. If A-shares really usher in the overall trend turmoil, it will inevitably affect the company's stock market, and this is the big deal.

A more metaphysical view is that if Fang Changan "chooses the right" again this time, then he can make the same "metaphysical" judgment that the A-share will fluctuate to a certain extent, or it will fall. Then he can consider releasing more stocks at a high level and then wait until the low level before taking them back.

After all, the bull market has lasted for nearly a year, and the concept of buying stocks to make money has become "out of the circle". Many people, including those who have never touched stocks before, are thinking about coming in and making a fortune - anyway, if they are cutting leeks, if they don't cut them, they will be cut by others. If they grow, they will be green in the wind and always have to be cut.

Halfway through the chess, Zhang Junhui didn't urge him, turned to look at Fang Chang'an, as if he had looked at him again, and then asked again: "Is Fang Luguo your uncle?"

Fang Changan almost subconsciously thought he had been scolded, so he understood and responded: "Yes."

But I was very confused. I didn't expect to hear the old man's name from Zhang Junhui. The No. 1 Middle School of the City wanted to call the old man to the No. 1 Middle School of the City. It took several years in my previous life, but it ended up being bad. It had been delayed for two or three years in my life. Last weekend, I heard that I had no hope of hearing it.

It shouldn't be Zhang Junhui's turn to take charge of this kind of thing personally. How did he know this name?

He subconsciously wanted to turn his head, but he endured it so as not to be misunderstood. Then he realized that pretending to be too calm would be more likely to be misunderstood, so he turned his head and looked at Shen Mo.

The little girl hugged Chen Guoqing in her arms and raised her snow-white chin slightly - the two girls influenced each other, and seemed to have developed such a proud posture, like a proud white swan, and snorted softly: "What I told Uncle Zhang, what's wrong? Teacher Fang could have taught No. 1 Middle School."

Zhang Junhui smiled and said, "I have an impression of the name Fang Luguo. Two years ago... it should have been three years ago. I met in a study report in the city. I also heard from Director Gao of the junior high school department that he has a high academic level. Logically speaking, there is not much problem in teaching in our school. I have also forgotten a lot of things. If Mo Mo hadn't mentioned it today, I would have forgotten it."

In his capacity, saying such words already has an explanation, so it is naturally impossible for Fang Chang'an to be a matter of Fang Chang'an, but after all, at the moment, it is his Fang Chang'an's business.

Therefore, Fang Chang'an also explained: "I don't know much. It seems that it's not because of academic or qualification issues... My uncle transferred here. It's not very convenient for me to come alone. My aunt just thought that the whole family could come over and there was a place to live..."

Xu Jing had always thought about transferring herself to her at first, but the number of points in No. 1 Middle School in the city was very dead and directly refused this condition. After a period of cold treatment and various persuasions, she also gave up on this idea and thought that she could divide a teacher apartment and have a place to live.

This problem is big, because there are many young teachers in the No. 1 Middle School in the city, saying it is small, because the school has a new batch of teacher apartments and many empty rooms. The couple originally thought that this condition should be fine.

But I don’t know if it was because of the previous conditions that made the No. 1 Middle School of the City think that the couple “unaware of the ruling”, or that no one is qualified to negotiate the conditions with No. 1 Middle School of the City. Anyway, there has been no movement until now, and the No. 1 Middle School of the City did not agree or explicitly refuse.

Fang Lujun and Fang Luyong have all speculated that they thought that the leader in charge of this matter was waiting for someone to come to the door. Should Fang Luguo come over to send some gifts or something to handle some things, but they were rejected by Fang Luguo.

According to Fang Chang'an's idea, this should be closer to the truth. But to be honest, he did not take this matter seriously and did not think about solving it, because according to the old man's temperament, it might be a good thing to stay in the No. 2 Middle School of Town, because the temple is small and the water is shallow, and he has a real level, so he doesn't have to think too much.

When you really come to No. 1 Middle School, the treatment here is better, and the benefits you can get are naturally more. It may not be a good thing for the uncle to come here.

Or, my dad and his brothers are three, none of them are the material.

Of course, Fang Changan was also very clear that he also had "deficiencies" in this regard. When he was reborn, he originally wanted to use practical actions to make up for some personality problems. After all, he didn't like these things, but he could do them.

Later, because of Chen Chengyan, these ideas were dissipated, at least not necessary at present.

These personal relationships must be indispensable for what you have to do later, but at that time there will be special people who are more suitable for these people to deal with them. You can still hold yourself a little and move forward and backward freely.

"As long as you have real talent and knowledge, other requirements can be moderate and hard-working to meet, the teaching level is the first priority."

Zhang Junhui nodded and said, "I'll go back and find out, and see what the saying is."

Shen Mo told this matter, Chen Chengli gave him support in a concealed manner, and Zhang Junhui expressed his attitude at this time. Fang Chang'an naturally thanked him immediately and said hurriedly: "I've caused you trouble."

"No, no, it's business."

Zhang Junhui waved his hand and asked again: "I seem to have seen your name... Have you signed up for any competition?"

“Speech Contest.”

In order to train his "on-the-spot expression" and prepare for future press conferences, Fang Changan specially participated in this semester's speech competition. With almost no one in the third year of high school, he has now entered the finals and is a strong contender for the first prize.

"Oh, I'm talking."

Zhang Junhui nodded suddenly, "Your last round of speech was "Is Five Thousand Years Long? I'll tell you", right? I saw it, it was written very well."

The theme of this speech was "patriotism" and he could freely play it. Fang Chang'an copied the video copy taken by a certain official media in his later generations based on his impression, and did the work himself. The effect was good, and it produced a certain "out-of-the-circle" effect in the school. Some girls from the next class who did not watch the live speech knew that there was a handsome guy named Fang Chang'an in Class 12, who was very talented, but he was shy and no one asked him to chat with him on the road.

Chen Chengli finally lost his money when he was talking here, and then he didn't say anything more. After playing the game, Chen Chengli lost half of the money.

Perhaps because of the students present, Zhang Junhui did not stay much, and chatted with Chen Chengli for a few words, made an appointment to go to a dinner together tomorrow, and then left first.

Zhang Junhui left, and Wang Ke relaxed a little later and asked Shen Mo in a low voice: "Where is Aunt?"

Shen Mo blinked: "Which aunt?"

Wang Ke also blinked his eyes, and was stunned for two seconds before he realized that he thought Shen Mo was teasing him, so he quietly hit her, "Your mother."

"How can I know which aunt I don't say it?"

Shen Mo called him back and then said, "Where did she go to my aunt? She should be back tonight."

Wang Ke nodded and said "Oh".

Chen Chengli returned to the sofa and sat down, and asked Fang Chang'an: "Why do you want a plate?"

Fang Changan thought for a moment, nodded, sat down in Zhang Junhui's position just now, and ran Hei first.

He played Go in his previous life as an arty type. He had never tried his best. He had never encountered any problems in the past few years since his rebirth. It may be fine to bully a novice. When he met Chen Chengli, who had a certain level, he would naturally show his timidity immediately. He lost his first advantage after more than ten moves and directly admitted defeat in the middle game.

Shen Mo and Wang Ke were originally sitting calmly and playing chess with Chen Cheng, and they were both curiously waiting to see the result. Seeing that they lost so quickly, they said "bang" lightly and secretly.

Fang Changan said angrily: "If you have the ability, you two come? I can let you two."

"We don't know how to play Go!"

The two girls didn't compete with him for this, so they quickly went to tease the cat. Chen Chengli slowly packed up the chess pieces and asked again: "Do you really decide to sell the stock before New Year's Day?"

"Um."

Fang Chang'an nodded, made affirmation, and secretly speculated in his heart about the friendship between Chen Chengli and Zhang Junhui.

Of course, Chen Chengli believes that he can give different answers between him and Zhang Junhui, which does not mean that he and Zhang Junhui are not in deep friendship, but should be understood as this is the norm in the adult world.

Chen Chengyan is an alien. It is reality that the prime minister knows that he still holds a sword. Chen Chengli is a businessman. Just because he is Chen Chengyan's brother, Shen Mo's father should treat him as his own.

Fang Chang'an subconsciously made these associations, but it was overturned immediately, because even if Chen Chengli had reservations about Zhang Junhui, there was no reason to think that he would deceive Zhang Junhui, and there was no reason or need.

So he mentioned this to remind himself not to think too close to Zhang Junhui and him?

Thinking of Chen Chengli's flattery and help, Fang Changan felt it was a bit strange, and felt that his future father-in-law seemed to have undergone some subtle changes in his attitude towards him.

Because Ke Ke came with him, he felt that I had no idea or threat to Mo Mo? Or was it because of Song Tang’s affairs that my performance and character were recognized?

Chen Chengli looked at his expression, smiled slightly, and continued to pack up the chess pieces. Fang Changan did not ask directly. This was not a puzzle, but if he really wanted to start a business in the future, this level of "testing" and "understanding" were all basic abilities.

Taking a step back, even if Chen Cheng immediately had a certain appreciation for him, he would not have the patience to break the truth at this stage.
Chapter completed!