The film and television world starts with being a chef

Chapter 1870: First day of school, delivery and departure
"Hello, hello, I'm Lin Miaomiao!"

As a social expert in Class 1, Grade 1, Lin Miaomiao came to Su Mingzhe as soon as the class was over and stretched out her fair little hand.

"Hello, I'm Su Mingzhe!"

Su Mingzhe smiled and held Miaomiao's little hand.

It was exactly as I remembered it, soft, fleshy, warm and a little moist.

Looking at her eyes blocked by glasses, her pupils were slightly cloudy and her skin color was not good.

This is a manifestation of excessive liver fire.

Considering the timing, Su Mingzhe could easily infer that Lin Miaomiao was worried about the upcoming midterm exam.

Lin Miaomiao naturally didn't know that the male classmate she met for the first time would treat her. She was just excitedly holding Su Mingzhe's hand and said seriously:

“Goodness knows when to stop!”

"Well, there is a limit to how good it is!"

Su Mingzhe was speechless and had a conversation with Lin Miaomiao in English.

Fortunately, the break time is only ten minutes, otherwise it would be really embarrassing.

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Seeing the Chinese teacher writing on the blackboard with his back to the students, Jiang Tianhao next to him came over and asked in a low voice:

"Hey, brother, can you understand what the teacher is saying?"

"Yes, I have passed the tenth level of Chinese."

In the dimension of "Life of Pi", Su Mingzhe and Jiang Tianhao can be considered as close friends. Naturally, they are having a great time chatting with each other at this moment.

The morning passed quickly.

Elite middle schools implement semi-military management.

Even day students are not allowed to leave school from morning to night.

Su Mingzhe followed the crowd and came to the cafeteria to eat.

Elite Middle School is a private middle school. Although the food in the cafeteria is not the best, the taste and variety are still rich and diverse.

After skillfully picking out a few of his favorite foods, Su Mingzhe sat at the same table with Jiang Tianhao and prepared to eat.

At this time, Lin Miaomiao also pulled her good friend Deng Xiaoqi over, sat opposite, and asked with a smile:
"Handsome guy, what do you eat in schools abroad?"

"Potatoes, beef brisket, peas, chicken legs, bread, ham..."

Su Mingzhe thought about it, mentioned a bunch of food, and when he saw that everyone was looking at him curiously, he quickly waved his hand and said:
"They're all not delicious, not as good as Chinese food."

"For example, for potatoes, the school cafeteria there only makes fried potato chips, or mashed potatoes, or stewed beef brisket with potato cubes."

"Beef isn't tasty either. I don't like the steak that's popular here in China. I like braised beef or braised beef in soy sauce, and pork belly..."

Lin Miaomiao, who was listening carefully to Su Mingzhe's description of the differences between domestic and foreign food, raised her hand and interrupted him:

“Pork belly is not beef, it’s pork!”

Su Mingzhe smiled like a father after hearing this:
"I also like pork, such as sweet and sour pork, twice-cooked pork, pork elbow, braised pig's trotter, sweet and sour pork tenderloin..."

"Stop talking, stop talking, my mouth is watering!"

Lin Miaomiao was a greedy person to begin with, and when she heard the man talk about a long list of dishes, her saliva was really watering. In order to prevent her useless side from being seen by others, she quickly turned around and stopped chatting with Su Mingzhe.

Had lunch.

Because it was already winter, no one went back to the dormitory to rest, but instead continued to chat in the classroom.

This time it was Jiang Tianhao who spoke first and asked:
"Brother, I heard that every household in Lighthouse has a gun. Is that true?"

"more or less."

Su Mingzhe thought for a moment and then spoke again:

"In fact, looking at the situation, the proportion of Chinese people who own guns is not as high as that of Japanese and Korean people... Normally, the longer a family lives there, the higher the proportion of guns they own."

"Then will the Chinese and Japanese often fight?"

"This... generally speaking, this won't happen, because we all have a common enemy."

"Common enemy?"

Jiang Tianhao was a little confused.

"HRHB!" Su Mingzhe briefly described the situation of the common enemy:

"Asians generally don't like HR, and HR is particularly hostile to Asians. The two sides have serious conflicts and will not live in the same area..."

“Are there many people shooting in the streets?”

"Well, compared to China, it's definitely more, almost once or twice a week... So, generally speaking, we only stay in our own community and rarely go to other communities, otherwise we'll be easily mistaken for BP members and killed by the local community police."

"Have you ever played with a gun?"

"Played with it."

“Have you ever played with AK47?”

"Where's the Desert Eagle?"

"Played with it."

"I heard that the Desert Eagle has a very strong recoil?"

"Well, it's a bit stronger than a normal pistol. It depends on what gun you compare it to. I once played with a modified shotgun that was said to be able to kill an elephant. The recoil was enough to take off a man's shoulder."

Lin Miaomiao, who was standing next to her, saw that Su Mingzhe and the man were talking endlessly about guns. She was so anxious that she pulled Jiang Tianhao away and asked a question that she had been holding back for a long time:
"Old Su, in the Lighthouse, when children reach the age of eighteen, are they kicked out of the house by their parents and become free and independent?"

"You mean a child without a father or a mother?"

Su Mingzhe looked at the girl with a caring look for the mentally retarded, and then said unhappily:

"Lighthouse's parents are still parents. How could they kick their own children out of the house?"

"But the books all say..."

"You also said that it's written in the books, in the Lighthouse, and in many other books, that the Rabbit country will collapse after joining the WTO. Isn't this getting better and better, pushing the Lighthouse to second place?"

"Lighthouse No. 2? When did it happen?"

“It’s not GDP, it’s production capacity…”

Su Mingzhe tried to use a concise tone to talk about the international situation and the current division of international comprehensive strength.

A group of students were stunned by his fright.

Just like that, a week passed in the blink of an eye.

The midterm exam is coming.

Su Mingzhe did not hold back and went all out.

In the second week, when the results were announced, Su Mingzhe directly surpassed Qian Sanyi and became the new number one in the first grade.

Before we knew it, it was December.

As the beacon country issued a resolution, international oil futures prices continued to fall.

Andy reported to Su Mingzhe that he had helped him earn $700 million.

Su Mingzhe knew that the price would continue to drop, possibly to as low as $30, but he didn't plan to continue playing.

Because Andy increased the leverage to twenty-five times.

This multiple is already quite dangerous. It can be said that if there is a slight fluctuation in the futures market, the money he earned may be lost.

Therefore, when he learned that the price of oil futures had fallen to the warning line he had marked, Su Mingzhe immediately asked Andy to leave the market.

Late December.

Su Mingzhe flew to Wall Street in person to make the final settlement.

New Year's Eve.

Su Mingzhe returned to Jiangzhou with the principal and profit of 800 million US dollars.

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"Old Qian, I am really impressed!"

Looking at the extra 600 million in the account, Zhang Kun's expression was neither good nor bad. He was silent for a long time before he smiled bitterly and said:
"If I had known your information was reliable, I would not have lent you the money, but let you take it with you!"

"Old Zhang, don't think too much. A blessing in disguise."

Su Mingzhe responded with a smile, and after Zhang Kun signed the loan repayment agreement and handed it to a lawyer for notarization, he chuckled and said:
"Believe it or not, next time I ask you for help, you will definitely not dare to agree?"

Zhang Kun looked embarrassed and could only say bitterly:

"I believe it, I believe it. Am I not timid?"