Out of the examination room, the entire campus seemed empty, but there were many parents waiting for their children at the school gate.

When he saw Song Kun, several parents surrounded him, and a middle-aged man asked:

"This fellow, are you a candidate? Why did you come out so soon?"

"Oh, I submitted it in advance!" Song Yan answered with a smile.

"Is the title difficult this time?"

"It's very simple, otherwise I wouldn't be able to finish it so soon." Song Yan replied easily.

Seeing more and more parents, Song Ye quickly found an excuse to escape.

However, just a few steps later, he heard some harsh noises coming from behind him:

"Come out so soon, maybe it's Baiku!"

"Yeah, I also said that the subject is simple, and it must be bragging. Now students, it's getting more and more unreliable!"

"This kid looks like a poor student! It's really worthless for his parents."

"Nima!" Song Yan's face turned dark, and he quickened his pace, lest the family would say anything excessive that would make him run away.

Longxing Square.

After parking the car, Song Ye went straight to a shop under renovation near the square.

"Song Song, are you here?"

The supervisor who sent the decoration company to oversee the project greeted him with a smile when he saw Song Yong.

Song Ye is not short of money, so the requirements for decoration are extremely high, and the decoration cost alone is as high as 5 million. Therefore, that decoration company attaches great importance to this.

"How's the progress?" Song Yan asked.

"Song Shao please rest assured that it can definitely be completed in half a month!" The supervisor patted his chest and promised.

"Um." Song Zheng nodded, and walked around the shop and left.

The shop can be installed in the next half month, but his jadeite is still a semi-finished product, so he can't sell it directly, so he also needs an engraver to carve these jadeite into jadeite pieces.

After thinking about it, he decided to leave Nangong Yuntian to find the engraver.

Sure enough, the Nangong family is indeed the tyrant of Xiangcheng.

Less than half an hour after Song Yong called Nangong Tian, ​​the other party called and told him to find ten good engravers for him.

With the idea of ​​hitting the iron while hot, Song Yong decided to meet with these sculptors and settle things down.

Knowing that he was going to see these sculptors, Nangong Yuntian immediately arranged a place for him.

After twenty minutes.

Song Kun drove to a high-end tea house, and in a large box, he saw ten sculptors.

The one who handled this for Song Ye was a steward of the Nangong family, called Situ Nan.

Because he had been instructed by Nangong Yuntian, he was very respectful of Song Yan. When he saw Song Yan enter the door, he quickly stood up to salute.

Although Situ Nan was only a steward at Nangong ’s house, in the eyes of ordinary people, he was a man of great status. When he saw him, he was so respectful to Song Ye. How could ten sculptors sit up and say hello to Song Ye?

"Sit down, everyone!"

Song Yan raised his hand, motioned everyone to sit down, and then opened the door and said: "I have a group of emeralds here, and everyone here needs to help me process them into jade ornaments. I wonder if you have any questions?"

"No problem, I'll try my best!"

Ten engravers hurriedly said.

"Well, since everyone gives me such a face, I can't lose everyone, this time the cost is 5 million per person, what do you think?" Song Yan asked again.

Ten sculptors are all happy. Although they have a certain reputation in Xiangcheng, they are well mixed, and it is good to earn three million a year, but they are poorly mixed, but in their early hundreds of thousands.

Now Song Ye is talking about five million, how can they not be satisfied.

Situ Nan had already prepared a contract for Song Ye. After signing the contract, Song Ye was unambiguous. He directly put two million yuan in advance on each person's account and prepared them for two days. Two days later, start working.

At noon, I came to the uncle's house.

Auntie has already prepared a table of dishes, Song Luo and Song Xue.

"Ama, how are you doing this time?"

Auntie asked with care during the meal.

"Normal play." Song Yan said modestly.

"How about Xiaoxue?" Auntie looked at Song Xue again and asked.

"It's okay." Song Xue hesitated, this time the question was a little bit biased, but she was confident that it would be okay to take 120 points.

The test will not start until three o'clock in the afternoon, leaving candidates with ample lunch break.

Song Xue went back to the room to review the materials, but Song Ye was a little bit idle.

Simply turn on the computer and check some online news online.

Suddenly, a piece of news caught his attention, and the national tour of the big star Murong Xinyue will come to Xiangcheng on June 12.

It seems that Murong Xinyue's agent called him last time to ask him to accompany Murong Xinyue's concert, but at that time he was in a period of irritability because of Han Sha's affairs, so he rejected the other party.

After opening this news, Song Ye browsed around. This news mainly tells how hot Murong Xinyue's concert will be, the venue is full, and the online ticket sales channel for the tour of Xiangcheng Field has been opened.

After reading several news, Song Ye searched the knowledge of Dongyi on the Internet.

During this time, he ran around, but neglected to learn the knowledge of Eastern medicine. At first, he only learned Eastern medicine in order to cover up the light of life, but as he deepened his understanding of Eastern medicine, he became more and more familiar with Eastern medicine. Interested.

In addition, he also learned a book of acupuncture and moxibustion of "Huarong Golden Acupuncture" in the Scripture Pavilion of the Zhao Family.

It's just that there has been no opportunity for practice. For a while, Song Ye wondered if he could find an opportunity to practice at the East Medical Museum.

At half past two, Song Ye came to Xiangcheng No. 2 Middle School again.

Just before entering the gate, he suddenly jumped out of several tall boys and stopped him. One of them was his neighbor in the examination room, the tall boy with acne on his face.

"Boy, you're hanging out, do you know?" The man with acne stared at Song Yan with amusement.

"I'm ** not ** about your fart!"

Song Yan said badly.

The acne boy pretended to be aloud: "I rub it, it really hangs! Do you know that your morning performance made me very dissatisfied!"

"Good dogs don't stand in the way, get out of here!" Song Yan was too lazy to talk to the other side, and he just pushed the other side away and walked towards the school.

"I wipe, dare to push me! Nima shame!"

The acne man couldn't help being furious, and flew up and kicked Song Yan.

"boom!"

Song Yan's back seemed to have eyes, turned back, and kicked, and the two moves seemed to be practiced thousands of times, full of flowing flavor.

Then, the acne boy was kicked directly by him four or five meters away.

Kicked people to fly for four or five meters, seeing this scene, several boys who accompanied the acne boys were discolored.

Of course, Song Ye didn't play hard, just wanted to give a little lesson to acne boys, that one foot hurts him most and won't hurt.

Gently glanced at the other boys, Song Ye turned and walked towards the school.

It was less than ten minutes before Song Ye came to the examination room, and the acne boy appeared. However, the look towards Song Ye was a little dodging. It seemed that kick made him realize that Song Ye was not provoking.

[Author off topic]: Thanks [WuQin] for the great reward.