Return to School

Zhao Jiadi sat up and pulled himself out of his deep thoughts, only to realize that it was indeed a bit cold. This apartment, which was full of bourgeois, literary and youthful accents, was not so luxurious as to have floor heating, but the power of the air conditioner was obviously not sufficient for the entire living room. He wrapped himself tightly in quilts,

Zhao Jiadi opened the address book on his mobile phone. Compared with the previous year, there were more than twenty new numbers. These gods from all walks of life were all people who Zhao Jiadi was sure would not ignore him after calling him, and would not play tricks on others.

One set, not to mention the political star Chen Jing of the National Development and Reform Commission and several second- and third-generation red uncles who are either senior officials of the Central Propaganda Department or deputy general inspectors of the Bureau of Land and Resources, as well as some reckless people who followed Zhao Sanjin to conquer the world, and of course the martial arts men

For this young professor who is said to be going to school soon and becoming an official, these numbers are all that the former Jinhae Crown Prince gained from the Jinhae turmoil. Zhao Jia, who was laughing at himself and feeling sad in his heart, was the first to turn over the numbers. After flipping through the numbers, he took his mobile phone.

Hitting his forehead, he realized that the light had increased slightly. He opened his eyes and saw Tong Dong quietly turning on a beautifully crafted floor lamp, sitting on the sofa next to him, holding a coffee cup, and asked softly: "Can't sleep? Want to

Don’t you want some water?”

Zhao Jiadi apologized: "Give me a cup of tea, stronger."

Tong Dong frowned slightly and said, "It can easily hurt your stomach."

Zhao Jiadi smiled and said: "Just refresh yourself. There is a chance that you won't be able to sleep today, so just stay awake."

Tong Dong sighed and made Zhao Jiadi a cup of large-scale fried green tea. It was Yunwu tea from Tiantai. It was not rare at all. At first glance, the bottom of the cup was covered with tea leaves. Zhao Jiadi took a sip and his mouth was full of bitterness.

Seeing Tong Dong's narrowed eyes, Zhao Jiadi smiled and said, "This is too simple."

Tong Dong smiled. She had no dimples, so she was indeed the older sister. The two sisters looked so similar to each other to an uncanny level. Although their personalities were different, Tong Xia liked to play pranks and played the role of her older sister, the gentle Xiaojiabiyu.

It was easy to pick up, and in the end Zhao Jiadi could only judge it through this small detail. Zhao Jiadi was holding a white porcelain tea cup, drinking strong tea, and looking at Tong Dong holding a coffee cup painted with Van Gogh's "Starry Night", she

Graceful and gentle, like a ground cover rose, it can bloom beautifully in the courtyard, but even if it grows in the wild, it will not wither easily. After all, she is different from her sister Tong Xia. The latter is an ivy and needs to be attached.

, can show strong vitality, which reminded Zhao Jiadi of a biological phenomenon that he forgot whether it was related to wild crucian carp or eel. When there is a lack of males, sexual reversal will occur, and a female fish must take on the important task of becoming a male.

, this was not a very warm thing. When Zhao Jiadi was thinking wildly, Tong Dong hesitated and asked: "Your feet?"

Zhao Jiadi mentioned the lame leg and said with a smile: "It's okay. The lameness can be recovered in half a year. I hope that by then you won't get used to the lameness and become a real cripple. People are not handsome to begin with. If they get angry,

If you add more fuel, all your wives will be gone by then."

Tong Dong's eyes were a little sad, and he tried his best to hide them, but he was very sincere. Because of this, Zhao Jiadi was surprised. He always felt that she was rejecting him with a distance and a bottom line. Zhao Jiadi also watched sex movies.

A normal man who knows how to keep his right hand busy and how to subdue his sister, of course hopes that one day he will hug his sisters from left to right, but this kind of thought, that is, just thinking about having fun, will not really happen.

It is like the dormitory director Li Fengfeng covering the bedside bookcase with posters of a certain actress, but Li Feng is not naive enough to have a wedding with her one day. Furthermore, Zhao Jiadi

Living in the shadow of the war between Wang Banjin and the child bride's sister since he was a child, he really has not developed the mindset of Shuang Feiyan. Zhao Jiadi's biggest wish is to hold Tong Dong and Tong Xia hand in hand when he goes shopping.

It would be very comfortable and satisfying to throw out a large-scale killing group taunting technique and make a large group of onlookers jealous to death. Zhao Jiadi drank more than half a cup of strong tea, and Tong Dong took the cup on his own initiative, picked it up and put it away

He poured water into the kettle at his feet and handed it back to Zhao Jiadi. The atmosphere was far warmer than this season.

Zhao Jiadi asked: "There are many people who like Xixi, right?"

Tong Dong was a little nervous and did not answer this sensitive topic immediately.

Zhao Jiadi chuckled, "I'm not talking about those uncles who can't stand loneliness even after they have some money, but those good kids of the same age."

Tong Dong breathed a sigh of relief and nodded.

Zhao Jiadi smiled, but there was something he never said. For women, if a man treats her sincerely and well, he should not treat her casually. Those men will be sad and gloomy when they are hurt.

A girl often forgets that she has hurt some good men or is hurting some good men. Zhao Jiadi thought for a while, this is too pretentious, and it is useless to say more. It is better for her own woman to be cruel to other men than to be a cuckold.

, don’t ask for any bullshit kindness and perfection. Tong Dong indeed has extraordinary female intuition, and asked: "What did you originally want to say in the book bar during the day?"

Zhao Jiadi was honest and fair: "I plan to run a private equity fund. I planned to let you take charge of file management at the beginning, but it was a bit overwhelming. This kind of thing has no technical content, and the room for improvement and added value is almost zero. There will not be much chance of changing jobs in the future.

A glorious resume is not in line with your tastes and hobbies, so after thinking about it, I might as well forget it."

Tong Dong did not refuse or promise, and drank the slightly cold coffee in silence. Zhao Jiadi did not intend to dwell on this embarrassing topic, and asked: "Do you have paper and pen? I have a small plan to make."

Tong Dong ran to the study to get some paper and pen for Zhao Jiadi, and asked curiously: "What is it?"

Zhao Jiadi chuckled and said: "I made two assumptions. What would be the consequences if Standard & Poor's lowered the index evaluation of the United States and China respectively? It's just for my own entertainment and to find something to do."

Tong Dong, who is not a professional, did not think deeply and just said casually: "S&P? I know one thing. Hasn't the United States always been 3a? Will it decrease?"

Zhao Jiadi, who was still wrapped in a quilt, lowered his head to write and draw, and said casually: "Who knows."

This year was the beginning of 2010. It was not until the middle of 2011, when Tong Dong saw the turmoil in the newspapers about S&P's rating of the United States' credit rating as aa+, that he suddenly realized how abnormal the overall view of Zhao Jiadi, a science genius, was.

It was a deformity. At that time, someone was holding a lame leg and drinking strong tea. The prototype of the plan written on the paper she handed over had already been handed over to the top think tanks in the country.

After some rough polishing, it was handed over to several political bosses in charge of the economy for personal review. The only pity is that the original intention of this plan was just for someone's bad taste. In the future, the main signature was not Zhao Jiadi, but in a long list of names.

Zhong Zhao Jia was ranked last, and seemed as dispensable as the polishing done by the signatories in the front row.

That year, when Zhao Jiadi went to Miyun to visit the prison, Zhao Sanjin was furious when he heard about this episode. He threatened that after he was released from prison, he would let Chen Jing, a bastard who didn't even know how to protect a calf, eat him and carry him around.

Zhao Taizu's anger was dispelled with just a calm sentence, "Back then, the turmoil in the Jinhai Sea had not completely subsided, so I could only limp out of Beijing. I figured out a truth: no matter how unwilling you are to do many things, you can only do that.

One step is enough."

On this day of the year, it was still some time before the 18th National Congress of the Communist Party of China, and it was far from the snowstorm that covered the capital. Zhao Jiadi just made a small evaluation without any ambition, while Tong Dong silently stayed with him all night, responsible

Serving tea and pouring water does not feel boring.

Zhao Jiadi and his two sisters had breakfast and went to Li Tan's community to pick up the car. They did not see Secretary Li, who was chatting privately with Zhao Jiadi and mocking himself for wanting to fight with seven deputy secretaries-general and three deputy office directors.

I bumped into Li Qing who was jogging in the morning. When we were saying goodbye, Xiao Nizi regretted that she had forgotten to shoot the DVD for "Jin Jin Jiu". Zhao Jiadi smiled and said that it was lucky. She glared at him. He is not handsome or tall. The key is that he is not smart enough.

That guy, Zhao Jiadi still had to rely on his old man to do his best, and taught Xiao Nizi to be more considerate of Li Tan with special words. Li Qing didn't buy it, and asked Zhao Jiadi to get in the car and get out of here with an impatient look. Zhao Jiadi got in the car.

, rolled down the window and waved goodbye. Fortunately, Xiao Nizi still had some conscience and made a face. When Zhao Jiadi got on the expressway, she received a text message from Li Qing, reminding her that her father had put the minutes of the Three Bridges meeting in the car.

In a folder in the back seat, Zhao Jiadi didn't take the time to reply until he drove into the gas station on the way, saying that he would remember to text her the next time he went back to China for vacation and asked her to treat her to a meal. However, after this text message was sent, there was no news.

This made Zhao Jiadi a little hurt. He thought that when he has children in the future, whether he is a boy or a girl, he must be like his mother.

When he arrived in Shanghai, Zhao Jiadi found out that Ponytail had already dropped out of Fudan University and had tried to kill him first. This made Zhao Jiadi helpless and just quit. Is it possible that he was still afraid that he would not be able to support this school beauty? The biggest

The regret is that I can no longer go to Fudan to answer those jealous top students who ate swan meat. Then when I went to the old principal’s office to review that I was unorganized and undisciplined and was not a qualified party member candidate, the old man intentionally or unintentionally revealed that Chiang Kai-shek

Tan Le transferred to Beijing *** to teach. Finally, the old principal tentatively asked Zhao Jiadi if he was interested in participating in a financial research working group led by the Shanghai Municipal Government. Jiang Shimin did not go into details and just teased Zhao Jiadi if he wanted to go.

Running errands, Zhao Jia was not interested in saying anything. He was a big name, and the old man was very angry. The old man and the young man couldn't roll up their sleeves to fight, so they killed a few passes on the chess board. In Zhao Jia's words, he was the old principal.

Ah, you have been so defeated. The school leaders who were watching saw the one-sided battle, and they all tactfully left the office, not daring to look at the old principal who looked very smelly, for fear of being in trouble.

The dormitory where Li Feng is taking care of it is still so spotless that it would put all the girls' dormitories to shame. The 103 where Ma Xiaotiao is there is always full of great China. The dormitory where Shen Han is there, just look for his cabinet.

You can always steal two bottles of shochu that are not cleverly hidden, one is cheap and the other is slightly expensive. Of course, with Zhao Jiadi, there is no shortage of tea that makes people waste their money.

In a blink of an eye, I feel like I haven’t even watched a few exciting sex movies, and I haven’t even had time to show off to the school’s juicy cabbage. I’m already a fucking senior, and even some of the freshmen girls are ***

We are born in the 1990s, which made Marshal Shen, who no longer likes literary and artistic youths, unable to help but feel sad about the spring and autumn. He took the dormitory manager, who had been bickering for three years, to the balcony to sigh with emotion. He and the tree at the New Year's Eve party

The little fresh cabbage that he was shocked to be a heavenly being is still connected, but his future is estimated to be slim. To use the standard Shen's accent, it is inevitable that it will be a river of spring water. And he is also struggling to take the postgraduate entrance examination and is the only one in the 103 test dormitory.

Aspiring young people who plan to take the postgraduate entrance examination have their desks piled with postgraduate entrance examination books. They spend the day in the library and burn the midnight oil to play games at night. The basketballs and footballs under the desk have not been pumped up for a long time. In addition, the quality is not good and they are much deflated.

Zhao Jiadi has always been orderly in the eyes of his roommates. In addition to putting some professional books on the table that have remained unchanged for a hundred years, which everyone would regard as sacred books but were turned over by him, there are also some literary works, and he also makes Li Feng and Ma Xiaotiao do things that are extremely inferior to him.

Civil servants had asked real questions over the years. As the head of the dormitory, Li Feng was naturally concerned about Zhao Jiadi's lameness. Zhao Jiadi was heartbroken and said that he was lame when he was caught in bed and jumped off the building. Ma Xiaotiao really believed it and asked softly if he was the one from Hangzhou.

The young woman named Pei is as enchanting as Da Ji. Zhao Jiadi swore that it was not the case, but with valuable experience, she should not be lame next time.

Zhao Jiadi gave the collection of drawings to Zhou Xiaoman as a birthday gift. It was obvious that she was very happy. Zhao Jiadi explained that he had broken his leg during the Chinese New Year, and she believed him. Apart from attending classes during the day, Zhao Jiadi basically did everything.

Staying with her in the library, she also wants to take the civil service exam, but unlike Zhao Jiadi, who has clear goals and is extremely utilitarian, she just has a fun attitude. Since she is not in love, she is just idle.

The municipal civil service examination will be held in the middle of this month. Although Zhao Jiadi can completely regard the college entrance examination as a search for something, the practical test and application essay of the public examination are not that simple. It is not easy for Zhao Jiadi, and his ability to judge reasoning and mathematics is still unclear.

Good, but it involves language understanding and expression ability and comprehensive analysis under background links, which are difficulties that should not be underestimated. Especially the first part of the practice test can make Zhao Jiadi, who has to hold an idiom dictionary, crammed.

From time to time, he would curse in a low voice for showing off the person's lunacy, while Zhou Xiaoman would gloat a little at the right time, wondering who made his mathematics so powerful.

The senior courses are already sparse, and Zhao Jiadi has filtered out a few courses, so he has a lot of time under his own control to rush for the national examination at the end of the year. However, Zhao Jiadi will audit a course that is not related to his major.

He is in the field of public administration and is a very interesting lecturer. When he was a freshman and sophomore year, Zhao Jiadi skipped a lot of classes, but the later he got, the more he liked the course. The instructor was a funny young man in his thirties, whose surname was Xu Mingqiang.

I first came to the school to teach with a postgraduate degree. During this period, I took a self-study PhD from Fudan University. My lectures were so imaginative that I gave students the biggest feeling that they easily strayed off topic. They could go from the earliest serious proposition to something completely unrelated.

, and of course the final exam is always the course with the highest passing rate.

At first, Zhao Jiadi certainly didn't like this kind of messy-sounding diffuse teaching, about technocrats and political wisdom, about implicit and explicit contracts, and the boundless proposition of **reconstructing ideology.

As well as "argument" and "non-argument" similar to those experienced from the late 1970s to the 1990s, students were left to listen to the clouds and fog. Of course, Zhao Jiadi did not like it even more, but after getting familiar with uncles like Chen Jing and Li Tan,

I thought about it more and more, and after thinking about it for a while, I could tell that there was something different about this lecturer. In addition, his courses were conducive to argumentation, and Zhao Jiadi had a higher attendance rate than ordinary students.

Today, the instructor is undoubtedly off topic again.

"Everyone is vying for the right to speak about political reform and the moral high ground. Elites on both sides of the divide have intentionally or unintentionally elevated political reform to the ideological level, or the moral level. This kind of debate is different from the debates in the previous two decades.

It can be said to be 'anti-action oriented'. It puts the other party in a dead end in the moral context. You don't want to change, and you don't allow the other party to make changes that don't suit your needs. This kind of game is very dangerous, often just empty talk, and even very dangerous.

We may die together.”

"The 'no debate' in the 1990s was generally correct, because too much debate about whether the market economy is capitalism or socialism will only stall progress, and the market economy should not be covered with too much ideological color."

"But after the 'no debate' under strongman politics became inertia, there was a huge flaw, that is, the collective aphasia of elite political scholars. Occasionally speaking out, they were just yes-men with little contribution, and they lost their original meaning of existence. Until today.

"Elite is not a word worth showing off. If I am called an elite, I will definitely retort that your whole family is the elite."

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To be continued...