After Jia Huanhuan got into the car, she also had a magical sense: "She is the long-winded student union colleague, right?"

Wan Changsheng nodded, very satisfied with his performance today: "It shouldn't be anything more verbose. She still has work ability and is motivated enough. I handed over the work of this popular art interest class to her. Maybe she can do better than the rest of us. She can find a sense of accomplishment here and will definitely not have anything to do with me anymore."

What a precious political capital that others seem, it is just a bargaining chip in Wan Changsheng. If he could use this chip to exchange for a better situation, he would rather give up people.

Besides, he didn't want to fall into those complicated fame and fortune fairs in his heart. He firmly understood that there were only two things he had to do.

Creation and training.

Creation of one's own life and of young people's lives.

That's all.

Jia Huanhuan believed it, yes, the key point is: "Has Sister Wen deliberately avoided me these two days?"

Wan Changsheng emphasized again: "Huanhuan, I think she has considered it clearly and no longer thought like before. I am just a friend and work relationship with her. Now you only need to concentrate on the college entrance examination. You can be friends with her, but it is absolutely impossible to be that kind of concubine relationship, do you understand?"

Jia Huanhuan curled her lips and said nothing.

Wan Changsheng said a few more words: "It's the era. She is a standard urban girl. Her family conditions are quite good. She has been independent and self-reliant since childhood. These are all very good, but everyone has their own characteristics. Do your best not to be affected by this situation."

Jia Huanhuan secretly made a disapproving face.

Wan Changsheng sent Jia Huanhuan back to No. 2 Middle School, of course, there was another reason that he had to look at the intensive college entrance examination class.

Ma Zhenyu also told him to take more photos to use.

After the Spring Festival, all the registered art candidates rushed over to register for class.

Wan Changsheng faced hundreds of students he was familiar with again.

At this time, his feeling of being a role model was very strong.

Especially when everyone heard the news, they all came to see him. The expectation and intimacy were crowded with people inside and outside the classroom.

It seems that I haven't seen each other for more than a month, so I'm so intimate.

Wan Changsheng, who was originally planning to take a walk, turned on his mobile phone in this classroom and connected to the big screen TV next to the blackboard: "You are gone, the new art candidates are here again, and there are 1,200 people who will register for the first period... This credit comes from you, you live up to the tutor, the assistant teacher and my hope. You have obtained such good professional results and attracted so many people..."

Young people looked at the crowded registration scenes on the big screen and the school buildings they were familiar with, and it was impossible to say that they were not excited.

Wan Changsheng knew very well how the passion of young people was mobilized: "There is not enough place, and all classrooms and dormitories are not enough, so we expanded the classroom next to it, right on the roadside of our Yangtze River Sketching... Now your senior brothers and sisters, known as the Damei Society, are designing and modifying this classroom. Maybe when you go to Shuchuan Academy of Fine Arts in September, you will see a completely new place. At this time last year, they just walked into this place and were ready to welcome the college entrance examination with trepidation!"

The emotions of the art candidates are really mobilized, which is a kind of empathy. In a year, there is a clear direction of expectation. Maybe next year I will stand by the workbench and do what I like, like an adult!

This is how Wan Changsheng inspired them: "When we enter university, we will be useful. We have professional directors and can do what we can. You can join the Damei Society and become a member of us. Whether you are following your seniors to Damei Training School as a teaching assistant, using your professional expertise to do advertising design, shooting advertising films, or following us to expand and find art talents, and promote art hobbies among more young people and children. As long as you get into college, you will be an adult and have a lot of things to do together!"

The effect of these words is super flaming!

The applause and howling roars immediately rang out, and Fisherman took the lead in taking photos and videos, and I don’t know if they would share them in the work group.

Several cultural teachers from No. 2 Middle School also looked at Wan Changsheng happily.

The kind of happiness that your own children have a promising future.

In the end, Wan Changsheng visited and greeted the students' study and life situation like a leader.

He doesn't want this, but that's how it happens.

Fisheryan's subjective initiative made her seem much more active than Xu Chaohui. She learned to organize seven or eight people in each class from group leader to class leader management, and finally she coordinated various affairs.

Perhaps too many people will give up these errands that have no direct relationship with themselves at this critical moment.

Fisheryan took on the responsibility with all her might.

Maybe she didn't realize that she was practicing peerless martial arts that many people never learned in their entire lives.

Responsibility and management ability.

Only she could command Xu Chaohui, asking him to take advantage of the evening class like Wan Changsheng, to give him a small class and talk about any questions, but in addition, others wanted to ask him something separately, but they ignored him. They didn't even have much interest in asking him for advice. They only knew to follow Fisheryan all day long.

Fisheryan expressed helplessness about this: "I can't like a boy like him. I have also given me a few times. He has one or two million. I think he is laughing at me for being poor?"

Wan Changsheng can only say that this is the difference in thinking caused by the family environment. Du Wen probably wouldn't think so, and Jia Huanhuan won't.

Of course, Fisheryan just complained casually. She had already compiled the list of art candidates. Four or five people would go to Guanyin Village to class on weekends every week, and her father could drive to pick him up.

Although it is only half an hour away, Wan Changsheng still wants her to calculate the transportation fee into the work cost, and smiled and comforted her apprentice who kept waving her hands: "Let your horizons open your horizons, don't care too much about money. Gradually, money is not something you care about. This year, the training school has collected tens of millions of tuition fees, and the expenses will not be vague. Focus on study and work more, and you can become great in the future!"

Such a master was sent to the car with Fisherman.

Wan Changsheng really has to rush back immediately. Lao Tong, Zhao Leilei, Lao Cao and others have all come back one after another. No matter how rich and artistic these teachers are, they are now handed over to Wan Changsheng, and the annual output value is over 100 million yuan. The key is that the profit margin is so high that it squeezes out the parasitic state like the intermediary, and the profit is very high. What should I do?

There is so much money, I have to give an explanation.

It's like the general manager is going to report his duties to the board of directors.

But the place is not so serious, and it is still in a small bar that costs two or three hundred yuan.

When Wan Changsheng arrived in a dusty car, he was greeted with greasy uncles exaggeratedly: "Oh! Boss Wan sit down, Boss Wan invites you to sit down, Boss Wan drink something, I'll drive it for you!"

Even Zhao Leilei, who was always more rigorous, was happy: "At this time, I thought you were so handsome when you drove this car. I didn't get the power of a luxury car before, but now I really think, oh!"

Lao Tong threw a USB flash drive to Wan Changsheng: "It's all the photos I took while strolling in Europe. How much do you think it's appropriate to buy it?"

Wan Changsheng said in his pocket: "Then what do you think Damei Training School should go next?"

Lao Tong rubbed his hands, looked at Lao Cao and the others who were smiling, and then said: "I was surprised. The most surprising thing is that you mobilized so many students to work with you. It seems that you are good at mass movements, and you are not as good as you."

In the past, he was called Lao Gou, but now he has changed his name and respected his tone.

Wan Changsheng was also thinking: "Maybe our family mobilized everyone to try to find more helpers to participate in order to do things well. No one is so outstanding that he can conquer the world. The key is to find a core ideal that everyone can agree with."

Lao Cao laughed: "You have made an ideal choice for the art exam, and you can be considered a talent. I wish you a cup."

Everyone raised their glasses, and Wan Changsheng didn't need to reiterate their persistence in their ideals.

So Lao Tong took a deep breath: "Then... I wonder if we can set a small goal and use these funds and the existing Damei Training School as a skeleton to rebuild the affiliated high school?"

The artists holding the wine glass and bottles all calmed down, and then laughed in unison: "Okay!"

"This is a good idea!"

Zhao Leilei was the most excited and applauded warmly!

If you can find a group of tens of millions of dollars, there are no vicious people who want to hold them in your arms.

How rare this is.

Therefore, we still need to be prosperous together before we can discuss our ideals.

If the granaries are full, you know etiquette.
Chapter completed!