Mu Lan curled her lips. This kid really had a good idea. He walked over and was afraid of slapping Matteo's muscles and said, "Second Battalion Commander, you are really a talent."

Matteo C. didn't understand this joke. But he could hear Mu Lan praise him, grinned her teeth, and sent the flyer even harder. Suddenly Mu Lan realized something. Could it be that the pen used for writing this guy is his lipstick? After putting on makeup in the company, he threw the lipstick on the table and disappeared. It must be this guy who took it away. Mu Lan was furious and rushed over and beaten up. Matteo C. was guilty and covered his head and was beaten up.

After being taught a lesson, Matteo Ci bought two bottles of Coke to apologize. The two sat on the flower bed while drinking Coke and chatting. Matteo Ci asked for advice humbly: "How much can you earn by sending flyers?"

Mu Lan glanced at him: "Distributing leaflets is just the most basic job, and you can do it by yourself. First of all, you have to ask yourself what goals you have."

Matteo Ci said: "Just eat fried waist flowers a day."

Mu Lan raised her thumbs up: "Ambitioned young people, I admire them, but you don't want to add a large intestine sashimi or something? I think you have a good qualification and can go to the gym to be a foreign private trainer, and the business must be good."

Matteo Ci smiled evilly: "Okay, I like it, I want to be a fitness coach for the beauty."

Mu Lan said: "You are wrong. Most of the boys are picking up iron in the gym, and the stories also happen between male coaches and male clients, male clients, female clients, male clients, and male clients, but there are no scandals."

Matteo C hurriedly changed the topic: "Sister Mu Lan, what is your goal?"

Mu Lan looked at the sky and pondered for a while and said, "I have been working outside since my freshman year. I have served plates and brushed bowls in restaurants. I have worked as a young worker in McDonald's. I have done homework for elementary school students and tutored homework. My mom also had a parent who wanted to soak me. I poured coffee on it. Later, I went to Bruchamps training and finally became stable. After graduating from university, I thought that anyway, the school major was bad, so why not just do training. I learned swimming when I was a child and joined the school team. I was considered unique. Then I took the coaching certificate and lifeguard certificate. Bruchamps didn't have swimming at first. I contacted a swimming pool and a nearby primary school to integrate the three-party resources to teach swimming classes for elementary school students. Alas, it's a pity that the credit was robbed..."

Matteo asked, “How much money can you make a month?”

Mu Lan said proudly: "Five to 18,000."

Matteo Ci converted it, and he was more accustomed to using US dollars, and then said in surprise: "So many, then you still share such a bad house with others."

"I also sublet the living room to boys of unknown origin, right?" Mu Lan smiled, "Although it seems a lot, I still feel insecure. Let me tell you a secret. I want to save money to buy a house and have already saved a toilet."

Matteo Ci gave a thumbs up: "You are amazing, but the goals of young Chinese people are always so specific and single. They strive for a nest of about 100 square meters made of concrete and red bricks for life."

Mu Lan smiled self-deprecatingly: "Otherwise, will you fight for communism or run for world peace? People must first solve their own food and clothing before they can talk about their ideals. Those are extravagant requirements for me and can only exist in my dreams. I also have dreams, learn fluent English, then be a tour guide, and travel around the world. Unfortunately, I have not studied well since I was a child. I am good at playing and eating, and my sports cells are also developed. In addition to swimming, I am also taking the nutritionist certificate, yoga coach certificate, I also practice bows, arrows, kendo, and tea ceremony..."

Matteo Ci praised: "People who work hard to live are worthy of admiration."

"I've had enough rest, keep working, come on! Dry bait!" Mu Lan jumped up and chased a young man with a flyer: "Sir, let's learn about fitness and swimming."

At noon, Mu Lan brought her own lunch box, yogurt, apple whole wheat bread, and ordered a fried noodles with eggs for Matteo Ci. Before she finished eating, the manager called him in and criticized him. His performance has declined recently and failed the performance appraisal. He trained for a long time before he came out and continued to smile.

In the afternoon, Mu Lan called the prospective customers who had left their numbers at the work station. Matteo continued to go out to send flyers until the afternoon when he finished work. Dinner was served in the nearby small restaurant, and he had to go to class after dinner, but Mu Lan listened to the class instead of teaching.

In the evening, a group of young men and women gathered in the classroom. They were people who signed up for English training. Nowadays, everyone knows the importance of mastering a foreign language. If they don’t study well when they go to school, they have to spend extra money to make up for the lessons after entering society.

The manager received a call and the external English teacher was in a car accident on the way to come and could not find other teachers at the moment. The class could only be cancelled. He walked to the door of the classroom and heard someone teaching in English. He looked closely and saw that this was the foreign blind wanderer introduced by Mu Lan.

Matteo conquered these students in just three minutes. He used his language talent and could speak countless kinds of English alone, including American Eastern accents, Southern accents, Black accents, East London accents, Oxford accents, Indian accents, Singaporean accents, as well as South African and Japanese English, Russian rolling tongue English. The students were amazed and burst into laughter from time to time. Their previous teacher was an associate professor in the foreign language department in the university, and his level was far inferior to that of this Southeast Asian.

The manager was secretly happy and accidentally picked up a treasure. This is.

But this treasure did not finish the class, but just played it. After half an hour, the get out of class was over. The students were not easy to fool college students. They spent money to teach, so how could they cut corners? So they found the manager to ask for an explanation. The manager found Matteo and persuaded him with kind words.

Matteo said: "Don't talk to me, go talk to my agent."

The manager asks who your agent is.

"Mulan."

The manager found Mu Lan again, and naturally it was solved. The Bruchamps training institution officially hired Matteo as an English training teacher, and the treatment was excellent. The two of them happily left the company. It was getting late and the neon lights were everywhere. Mu Lan pointed to a building in the distance and said, "Did you see, Bank of China Building, Xiaoyang is working there."

"It's a respectable white-collar worker." As soon as Matteo finished speaking, Mu Lan found that there was something on the other side of the road. It was a Kempinski hotel. A taxi was parked at the door. Isn't it Pan Xiaoyang who got off? There was also a mature man with him.

"What's the situation?" Mu Lan muttered, took out her cell phone and called Pan Xiaoyang: "Xiaoyang, let's have a midnight snack together tonight."

"No, I work overtime tonight and may not go back."

Mu Lan hung up the phone with a complicated expression: "That man must not be her boyfriend. Oh, forget it, it's hard to worry about other people's personal affairs."

Having said that, she opened WeChat and browsed it. Sure enough, she saw Pan Xiaoyang posting a Moments at 7:30, with several pictures of dishes, and was positioned as South Beauty.

When he got home, the big red shed was opening. Mu Lan asked Matteo to have a midnight snack, ordered double fried waist flowers for him, patted him on the shoulder and praised: "Okay, I really give you my sister a face. The manager is admiring us, but there is no need to pay half of my salary. You can keep it yourself. It's not easy to leave your hometown."

Matteo Ci said: "When did I say I want to divide you half?"

Suddenly Mu Lan's cell phone rang, and she answered it casually. After hearing it for a few seconds, she stood up and walked to the side to answer the phone. After two minutes, she returned and said, "What happened, I have to go to the police station. You can go back first."

Matteo said, "I'll go with you."

Mu Lan refused repeatedly, but in the end she couldn't resist him, so she had to take Matteo Ci to the police station and pick Pan Xiaoyang out of the bed sheet. Pan Xiaoyang's face was caught with a few blood marks, his hair was messy, and he was still sobbing. The shoes on his feet disappeared. Matteo Ci quickly contributed the shoes and ran to the side of the road barefoot to stop a taxi. In the car, Mu Lan repeatedly asked Pan Xiaoyang if she wanted to go to the hospital, but she kept shaking her head.

When she got home, Pan Xiaoyang took a shower first, then locked herself in the house and didn't come out. Mu Lan went downstairs to buy iodine wine band-aid cotton yarn. No one responded when knocking on the door. She was anxious and said loudly to Xiaoyang, don't be unable to think about it.

The door opened, Pan Xiaoyang was wearing his pajamas and smiled sadly: "I'm fine, Mu Lan, I won't think about death, my family is still counting on me."

Mu Lan entered the house, and Pan Xiaoyang needed someone to accompany him the most and needed to talk to him.

...

The next day, Pan Xiaoyang did not go to work, Mu Lan and Matteo Ci continued to work. During the break of distributing leaflets, Mu Lan told Matteo Ci about Pan Xiaoyang: "She is my college classmate, her family is from the countryside, and there is a younger brother below. Xiaoyang is good-looking and has a high-spirited heart, but she always meets scumbags. The boyfriend she talked about in college was so scumbag that she cheated on her back. Later, she found another one and she was just a violent man. It's so good when she's good, but she beats her when she's bad. I can't stand it and I can't stand it and have to break up."

"Yesterday, was she injured by her boyfriend? I looked like she was beaten by a woman," said Matteo Ci.

Mu Lan said: "I was beaten by a scumbag's wife. She is a married person and a native of Ome. She has a house and a car. She has a sweet talk and a little eh, so she cheated Xiaoyang. Yesterday they went to a hotel to check in, but the scumbag's wife took someone to the hotel and caught the current situation on the spot. She beat her and took a video. I guess it has spread online now. Xiaoyang's job will definitely not be able to continue. Her family is still waiting for her to send money back every month. It takes money for her younger brother to go to school and treat her mother."

"Why is this happening? Is it because of love?" Matteo C was puzzled.

Mu Lan sneered: "Of course not. Xiaoyang has a long legs of 1.7 meters and is the dream lover of countless losers, but she only looks for rich people, thinking that this can take a shortcut, live in a big house early and drive a luxury car, but the rich man has a scumbag rate and she is simple in her mind, so she is often injured."

"She needs a kind man to soothe the wounded heart," Matteo said. "I think I'm pretty suitable."

Mu Lan looked him up and down a few times: "I'm a little frustrated."

Matteo C's eyes rolled, and he picked up the pot without opening: "Sister Mulan, why don't you find a boyfriend?"

Mu Lan said: "My temper is my, no one dares to chase after me."

Matteo Ci said: "Then you can take the initiative to pursue boys. I think Fu Ping'an is pretty good."

Mu Lan said: "I know there is a goddess hidden in Fu Ping'an's heart."

...

In early September, Jiangda finally started school. A sudden bad news caught Fu Ping'an off guard. Mr. Shi, a hundred-year-old, suddenly died without a problem and sat quietly on an outdoor bench to sleep. His funeral was full of grief, and thousands of people went to the memorial service.

Mr. Shi had left his suicide note long ago. He had no property in his name, so he had donated the money long ago. The last words were only arranged for the pension and the collection of books. The pension was donated to rural schools, and the collection of books was handed over to Shao Wenyuan for processing, and there was also something left for Fu Ping'an. It was a seal made by Mr. Shi himself with a piece of chicken blood stone. The above four seal characters: Ping'an of the good man.

Fu Ping'an is a good person, but the good person is not safe. After Mr. Shao passed away, the situation of Jiangda underwent subtle changes. Fu Ping'an's classmates successfully entered the third grade of university, but he was unable to enroll because he did not go to Cornell University as an exchange student last semester, but instead started studying in Russia privately. Although he presented the graduation certificates of the Liangzan Airborne Higher Command College and the Fulongzhi Military Academy, this was useless at all.

The department held a meeting, and Fu Ping'an changed the direction of studying abroad without authorization, which was equivalent to absent from class for one semester. He was dealt with seriously in accordance with school rules and regulations, and decided to expel the school.

This matter is not easy to work for anyone, and the school rules are as good as a mountain, so Mr. Shao will do nothing when he comes forward.

After the school registration is gone, the dormitory can naturally not be lived in. The counselor Chen Xiao came over with the order from the department and asked Fu Ping'an to find a house to move quickly.

"Everyone knows that you are wronged, but there is no way. I can still be able to make peace with you for a few days. You should find a house as soon as possible." Chen Xiao rubbed his hands and said apologetically.

If it were someone else, he would have collapsed long ago. After two years of college, he had no academic qualifications and could not accept it anyway. But Fu Ping'an was not in a hurry. This matter was unreasonable and he had to ask for an explanation. He comforted Chen Xiao: "It's okay, I'll move out immediately."

The more open-minded he is, the sadder Chen Xiao is: "Fu Ping'an, there are some ways to do it. I suggest you take the postgraduate entrance examination directly, with your academic ability and connections, this is not a problem."
Chapter completed!