Pan Dazhang walked out of the post office and sneezed.

"Hey, who is talking about me again?"

At this time, he was also thinking: Anyone who spends six to seven thousand yuan to install a landline phone in this era is a fool.

Even the BB machines that were born in Guangdong this year will soon start to be promoted across the country.

Each unit is more than 2,000 yuan, and the paging station fee is 15 yuan per month.

Pinned on the waist, it became a symbol of wealthy people at that time.

Three or four years later, the Big Brother sold for 28,000 yuan and became the standard equipment of Big Boss.

Sometimes people are not really stupid, but just because of their vanity.

Just like installing a telephone in someone's home now, it is a symbol of status and wealth.

There should not be a few truly wealthy people in this society.

Just like those people riding motorcycles on the street, driving by at lightning speed, attracting the envy, jealousy and hatred of countless people.

At this time, he was about to leave on his bicycle when the sound of a motorcycle braking suddenly came from behind.

"Squad Leader Pan, is it really you?"

Zheng Shusen's voice came.

"You are a kid from a rich family, and I am a poor farmer. We belong to two different classes. If we attack the local tyrants again, you will bear the brunt," he said jokingly.

"The money I have is all from my father. He doesn't like me either, he only likes my brother and my sister."

Pan Dazhang saw a pretty thirteen-year-old girl sitting on the back seat of his motorcycle.

She pouted, looking unhappy.

"Little sister, is he your brother?"

The little girl nodded.

"When you go back later, tell your dad what your brother just said, and ask your dad to beat your brother up." Pan Dazhang taught her.

The little girl nodded and said yes.

"You don't need to tell me, my dad always beats me. Did you just come out of the post office to send a letter?"

Zheng Shusen said with a smile: "Monitor Pan, how many letters of love have you received from female classmates so far?"

Why don't you, kid, if you refuse in person, just write a letter and send it to the post office?

Pan Dazhang: "I'm too lazy to write a letter. I went to the post office and made a long-distance call to my brother-in-law."

Zheng Shusen: "If you want to make phone calls in the future, you can come to my house to make calls. It's free. It's my dad's work phone number. You can make any calls you want and it doesn't cost my family any money."

"Knowing that your family is wealthy, your home must be fully equipped with all electrical appliances."

I just said that people who install telephones in their homes are fools.

Are people like the Zheng family fools who install all the public telephones in their homes?

Obviously not.

"Go and play at my house. My house is right behind the post office."

Zheng Shusen pointed to an exclusive courtyard behind the post office and said.

I don't know whether this villa-like private courtyard is a property left by Zheng Shusen's ancestors, or whether Zheng's father used his power to occupy other people's property after he got promoted and made a fortune.

"No, I still have a lot of things to do." Pan Dazhang refused directly.

"You guys are not busy meeting the female classmates who wrote notes to you, are you? I really envy you that you have so many female classmates writing notes to you."

Zheng Shusen sometimes thinks: No matter how good his academic performance is, it won't matter if he gets admitted to university. After graduation, he will just go to work as a small employee in the workplace.

There are many college graduates in the Urban Construction Bureau, and they still come to visit Lao Zheng at his home respectfully and carrying gifts.

Lao Zheng once said: "If you can study and get into college, just go to school for a few years. After graduation, find connections and get a job in a good department. If you can't study, you can become an ordinary employee after graduating from high school.

It will take you a few years to become a department-level cadre. You are so stupid. Under my protection, it is still possible to become a department-level cadre. But if you want to become a bureau-level cadre, it is beyond your ability.

"

What he wants to say is: These female students are actually blinded by superficial things, and they have no idea who is the truly valuable Wang Laowu.

Pan Dazhang smiled and said: "Am I that boring? If someone writes me a note, I will ignore them."

You know, I have a little daughter-in-law whom I am married to.

What I do is something you, a son of a government official, cannot understand.

He said goodbye to his siblings and left.

But thinking about what happened during this period, I couldn't help but smile and shake my head.

Ever since Pan Dazhang became famous at parties, he would often find inexplicable notes in his drawer.

"You are not only a great athlete, but you are also very talented and have such excellent academic performance. I really want to learn from you and have a private exchange of learning experiences. I wonder if you will dislike me for being an ugly duckling?"

This note made me think about it for a long time and I didn't know who wrote it.

The font is elegant and clean, and the same should be true for people.

"Your suona is superb. I also like to play it. I would like to ask you for advice if I have the opportunity!"

This note made him suspect that it was written by Cheng Xuemei because she could play the flute.

But the font doesn't look like it's hers.

He should be able to recognize the handwriting of more than ten girls in the class.

Cheng Xuemei treated herself coldly in her previous life, but in this life she would take the initiative to write notes to herself.

But one time, he walked into the classroom from the corridor outside and saw a girl leaving his desk in a panic.

But there was no one in the classroom.

That girl was not from their third class, and he had never noticed her before.

Only then did he realize that the person who stuffed the note in his drawer might be a girl from another class.

People are afraid of being famous, pigs are afraid of being strong.

At school, he seemed to be the focus of the whole school's attention. When walking on the campus's paths, there were girls who deliberately pretended to meet him by chance.

Pan Dazhang has never been cold to strange girls.

His mind was not on this aspect at all, and Wen Xiaoqin paid special attention to him.

So every time he received these small notes, he crumpled them into a ball and secretly threw them into the wastebasket.

Many boys in the class discovered Pan Dazhang's secret, and Zheng Shusen was no exception.

Once, Pan Dazhang just threw a small note into the wastebasket, turned around and Ling Xiang picked it out.

He handed the note to Jiang Jiacong.

Have morning self-study class.

"Ahem, let me read you a little poem, okay?"

Jiang Jiacong said loudly: "Your suona sound has torn through the defense line that has been imprisoned in my heart for many years.

Like the clouds falling from the sky,

I fell,

I can’t help but pursue your figure,

Weave your own dreams secretly!

Your delicate figure carves my longing for the future life,

Like the weeds that grow in the wilderness,

I'm growing like crazy,

It’s hard to eradicate the seeds you accidentally dropped in my heart,

Secretly blooming a shy flower."

The whole class was intrigued by him.

"Jiang Jiacong, you have a bit of a vague poetry flavor. You can try submitting it to a newspaper or periodical agency."

He Junjie clapped his hands and said.

"He Junjie, you have an elm-headed person. Haven't you heard that this is a courtship poem? A love poem, do you understand? Have you heard of "To the Oak"?"

Ling Xiang pulled it out and said.

"Yes, it has a bit of flavor. Who wrote this poem and to whom it is written. Looking back carefully, it is quite good."

"I didn't expect there are poets in our school."

"who is he?"
To be continued...