High school is not a compulsory education, and the fees for tuition and miscellaneous books in public schools are not large, and the total amount is more than 1,000 points, which is not a big burden for ordinary families, but it is a bit heavy for Fu Ping'an. He has read the list of medical expenses in the bedside table in his father's ward. It is hundreds of dollars a day. The family is already in debt. He doesn't want to ask for money, and the money cannot be paid from the account that opens a private server. He can only find a way for himself.

The tuition fee for the last semester is about to be paid. Fu Ping'an was about to sell the soft China for money. Teacher Ni, the head teacher, walked into the classroom and said, "Fu Ping'an, come with me to the office."

The teachers in the third grade of high school are very busy, and there is no one in the office. Teacher Ni said: "Fu Ping'an, I have reported to the school leaders about your family, and your progress is also seen by the teacher. The school has decided to waive all the expenses of this semester. Don't spread it everywhere, do you understand?"

Fu Ping'an knew that the teacher did this to save his face. High school students had already begun to compete. Not only did they compare their academic performance, but they also compared who played basketball better, who was more fond of the opposite sex, and whose sneakers were limited edition. Therefore, it is not a glorious thing to be exempted from tuition due to family difficulties. Fu Ping'an sincerely thanked the teacher for his carefulness and the humanity of the school. He bowed: "Thank you, teacher."

"Just understand, study hard, don't be burdened. Let's make a gentleman agreement. If you get into a first-class university, the school will help you pay the tuition for the university." Teacher Ni said.

This was a real surprise, which was equivalent to insured by his future. Fu Ping'an almost jumped up excitedly: "Teacher, I will work hard and let you get into college."

Teacher Ni corrected him: "I was admitted to university not to show it to anyone, but to my own future."

There was footsteps outside, and Teacher Ni sent Fu Ping'an back, took some money from his wallet, put it in the tuition fee collected by the class monitor, and put it on the list of Fu Ping'an's name.

...

After the school officially started, life became more regular. Fu Ping'an quit his part-time job in the Internet cafe and focused on studying. A month later, Fan Dong was finally discharged from the hospital. He was still strong when he went to the south last year. He was already a disabled person when he went home. However, the family was still happy. No matter what, he finally got out of the suffering of the hospital. During the period when Fan Dong was hospitalized, he had seen all kinds of family tragedies in the ward. He had terminal illness and had no money to treat him and returned home sadly. The old man was abandoned by his children and committed suicide by jumping off a building in the hospital. The money for hospitalization was stolen by the thief. Patients left the world every week, so his mentality had a huge turn and when he was first admitted to the hospital. Living was a kind of happiness.

Fan Dong and Fu Dongmei are both strong people. They have been hospitalized for so long and owe a lot of money and favors. They don’t want to bother their friends anymore after being discharged. Anyway, the weather is warm and the hospital is only three kilometers away from home. Taking a taxi is too wasteful. There is a tricycle at home, so the two sons asked to take leave. The whole family went out to take Fan Dong home.

After being hospitalized for one month, the hospital was almost half a home, with a lot of pots and pans, and nutritional supplements and fruits sent by relatives and friends. I ran two trips just by pulling these. Fu Ping'an would ride a tricycle, he and his brother moved things, Fu Dongmei went through the discharge procedures, and after everything was done, he finally took Fan Dong away.

The tricycle was covered with blankets and quilts, Fan Dong was sitting in the car with a coat and hat, Fu Ping'an rode a bicycle, Fu Dongmei rode an electric bicycle and followed her with her youngest son. On the way home, there was an uphill slope. Fu Ping'an stood up and couldn't even pedal, so his younger brother got out of the car to help push. The family was busy climbing the hill, when suddenly a snowflake fell and landed on Fu Ping'an's nose. He looked up and saw that under the dim street light, the snow was fluttering.

It snowed in March, and the weather was really strange. In a black Audi car passing by, a girl sitting in the back row lowered the window and reached out to catch a snowflake, but saw Fu Ping'an and his family on the slow lane. The boy riding a tricycle under the street light was like a freeze-frame scene in a documentary.

The family went home in the snow and finally arrived downstairs. There was no elevator in the old building. The patient had to rely on his son to carry it to the sixth floor. The paralyzed patient was dead. Fu Ping'an carried it to the second floor and shook his legs. As the only strong laborer in the family, he gritted his teeth and insisted. Fan Dongsheng was holding it beside him, and Fu Dongmei was holding it behind him. After finally entering the house, he relaxed immediately, as if he had finished a battle.

Before, Fan Dong lived in a convenience store downstairs. He slept as a bed during the day and was sick. Now he could only live at home. Fu Dongmei cleaned up the twelve square meters of small house. Under the bed and the large wardrobe, he lost all the annual rags. From then on, there was a paralyzed patient at home, and everyone's living habits had to change.

The first thing to be affected was Fu Ping'an. His father had to ensure sleep at night, so he could not continue to stay up late on the balcony to study, so he moved his bed to the convenience store downstairs, and the two mahjong tables became his desk and bed.

That night, the girl in Building No. 6 habitually opened the corner of the curtain and looked over. She didn't see the lights on the balcony opposite. She was a little confused, but she didn't take her heart.

...

Time passed day by day, Fu Ping'an's life was monotonous and regular. Study took almost all his time. He just went to the Internet cafe regularly to check the progress of the private server. This was the thing that made him most worried. There was no problem with software and hardware. There were dozens of players in the game, but he didn't see the profit of a cent. He only saw hundreds or hundreds of dollars spent every day.

There was also a disagreement between the three operators. During the break, the three of them looked at the noisy juniors on campus on the railing, and a sense of entrepreneurial pride and anxiety rose in their hearts.

Sun Jiebao said: "Our financial data is very bad, with only input and no output. I made an analysis and deduction. Our funds are not enough to support profits. If this continues, you may lose all your money."

Fu Ping'an said: "What do you mean?"

Sun Jiebao sighed: "It is better to stop the loss in time, just like trading stocks and cutting positions. A hero can avoid greater losses. A shopping mall is like a battlefield. You must make a quick decision and you can no longer hesitate."

"Pang Kai, what do you think?" Fu Ping'an asked.

"I think it's quite scary. Stop playing. We're going to take the college entrance examination soon. My dad said that academics are more important. Since you have tried it, you can give up. This road cannot be done." Shen Kai was worried. He was conservative and timid. He often stood on the united front with the cautious and careful Sun Jiebao in taking risks.

Fu Ping'an thought of the Eastern Wu before the Battle of Chibi. The ministers were so eager to persuade Sun Quan to surrender, because the surname Cao and Sun were just changing their signatures. They were short of money and borrowed money. They also took responsibility if they lost money. Give up halfway is of course the most worry-free approach, but if they persist, they still have hope, and if they give up, they will really lose.

"Let's do this, this matter is caused by me, and it's up to me. I decided to continue to invest. If you make a profit, we will continue to share the debt. If you lose, I will bear it alone." Fu Ping'an gave a clear reply. In fact, he had planned this way. Even if he had a debt, he would not let Sun Jiebao and Shen Kai take the responsibility. If you make a profit, everyone will be the one who loses it. However, the two best friends did not accept this. They hesitated for a while and said that they would break through the sea of ​​fire together.

After getting this done, Fu Ping'an has a new understanding of life. Some things are not about wisdom or capital, but just courage.

For example, Liu Bang, the Emperor Gaozu of Han, was not as good as Xiao He, was not as good as Fan Kuai, and was not as good as Han Xin to lead troops to fight. But why could he be the leader, rather than those who were better than those who were smart, martial arts and strategies, just because Liu Bang had the courage to sacrifice himself and dared to take the lead in raising the flag to rebel.

Thinking of this, Fu Ping'an felt a little proud.

However, it is a big problem that has not been profitable. We must find a way to solve it. We cannot let this matter involve our energy and affect our study. He thought hard, and suddenly an inspiration suddenly appeared. Didn’t we mention the bronze beard gate incident at Sister Qian’s house that day? Many men find that their teammates are the opposite sex when playing games, they will become more interested and become more addicted to games. As the saying goes, the combination of men and women is not tired of working, nor is it tired of working. Playing games is not only not tired, but also fun.

If you can find a few girls to play, one passes to ten, and ten passes to hundreds, it will naturally attract a large number of players. Why didn’t I expect such a simple truth? Fu Ping'an suddenly realized that most of his junior high school classmates were vocational and technical secondary school students, and now it is internship period, with money and leisure, and wow is a popular game. There is no young people not playing it. It is better to play in other servers in their own servers. It is covered by GM and free equipment. Why not do it?

That night, Fu Ping'an went to an Internet cafe and advertised in the QQ group of junior high school class, but there were only a few responders and no one seemed to be interested. This is reasonable. After all, there are a few as the ashes in the game life. Just like Sister Qian, she said she was very interested, but she didn't see any action. A lot of things in real life have not been dealt with, so how can she play games?

There was no turning back when he opened the bow. Fu Ping'an gritted his teeth and insisted, continued to rent servers, purchased firewalls, advertised on private server websites, continued to shout in QQ groups, and advertised in forums. These tasks were repeatedly trivial and time-consuming. What Fu Ping'an lacked the most was time. He didn't want to bother Sun Jiebao and Shen Kai who were also facing the college entrance examination. This job was only suitable for low-level laborers who had enough time and did not need to pay fees. Fu Ping'an thought of his younger brother Fan Dongsheng.

After calling home, less than ten minutes, Fan Dongsheng brought a boy to Yichuang Internet Cafe and introduced to his brother: "This is my classmate Jia Junpeng, and we will help you advertise together."

Fu Ping'an said: "I have no money to give it to you, so I can only give it to the equipment in the game."

Jia Junpeng said: "Brother, why didn't you say such a good thing earlier?"

With the joining of junior high school students, Fu Ping'an's private server career gradually improved, and some people actually recharged it. Although it was only a pitiful 100 yuan, not even a day's advertising fee was enough, but it was enough to give people confidence. Two weeks later, Sister Qian also entered the game. She was a standard RMB player and bought equipment with 1,000 yuan. However, Fu Ping'an refused to charge her money. Not only did she not charge her, she also gave the strongest equipment.

"This kid is a businessman." Sister Qian praised him like this, privately advertised for him, and brought in a group of customers. Sister Qian's circle was full of local tyrants, who opened bath centers, and those who transported soil and sand and building materials. They spent money without blinking, throwing thousands of thousands into them.

April has passed, and two months of hard work have finally achieved results, and it is a burst of explosive growth. The daily income is calculated at 1,000 yuan, and it is getting higher and higher every day. Seeing the balance in the card fluctuating up, the friends were ecstatic. They could open the server with funds. If they opened too much, they would merge the district. Like snowballing, they would get bigger and bigger, and their incomes would also rise steadily. After the summer vacation, let alone university tuition, it would be enough to buy a house and a car.

Fu Ping'an began to seriously consider something. The housing problem at home needs to be solved urgently. Should he buy a Provence garden like Sister Qian, or earn some money to buy a big villa, then buy a high-end electric wheelchair for his father, buy two automatic mahjong tables for his mother, and buy a computer for his brother.
Chapter completed!