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Chapter 5 The Great Election: The Emperor¡¯s Armored Face 293 Are you my biological child?

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    According to newspaper industry statistics, the employment rate of graduates from the Peide system is as high as 95%: 70% of the candidates become officials, 10% of the candidates become preachers, and 15% of the candidates enter large companies and receive an annual salary equivalent to n coolies' annual salary for n years.  But what are the remaining 5% doing?

    No one studies it.

    About the examiner, or the unemployed wandering.

    Fat Li Mingjian must have belonged to the 5% that no one studied in the past two years.

    Although Li Mingjian is in the best middle school, he is terrible at mathematics, physics and chemistry. It is obvious that he is hopeless in the imperial examination. He is one level higher than Fang Bowen and the others. He graduated with a diploma the year before last. However, he failed miserably in the imperial examination for two consecutive years.  .

    But he is not a grassroots person. A powerless grassroots person may have gone to a big company to apply for a salary-earning position. His own family is rich, so he has been idle. Today, he came to his father's factory to take pictures of the scenery, and met someone from before.  "Classmate" pen pal.

    "At that time, you said that your review was very good. I was looking for your name in the newspaper. The characters were too small. I looked at it for a long time and took a magnifying glass" Li Mingjian patted Zhou Tianen on the shoulder.  , pretending to be looking at newspapers with a magnifying glass in his hand, but you can tell from his expression: he is not laughing, but feeling emotional.

    "I didn't pass the exam so I gave up and will take the exam again this year." Zhou Tianen laughed a few times, held Li Mingjian's arm and said with a smile: "I didn't know your family's industry was here. Well, brother, how about your review this year?  "

    Li Mingjian sighed and said: "I will definitely pass the exam. But I don't know what the exam will be for the official vacancy. Anyway, I can't pass the math, physics and chemistry. Damn it, dad has already found a job for me."

    "Ha!" Fang Bowen got excited over there and shouted: "Are you going to be a manager in the Shiligou Factory? Behind this wall is the Shaoxing Textile Factory, right? One-fifth of the families here work for your family.  Yes! We at Qiufeng Church can shepherd your workers.¡±

    The fat man Li Mingjian looked at Fang Bowen, then at the wall, grimaced, and said, "Do you think my elders will let me be a businessman? What a dream! I'm going to be a school janitor at some bird college. This is the start of my family's connections.  Got it."

    "A young master like you works as a school janitor? Why?" Fang Bowen, Zhou Tianen and Bai Yuanqing asked almost in unison.

    "What a scene. I have a job in the imperial court, and it's easy to get a blind date with a well-matched merchant from Haijing." Li Mingjian spread his hands and said helplessly.

    ¡°That college seems to be run by the imperial court, so it¡¯s not bad.¡± Xiaobai said with sincere envy.

    =====

    After encountering the "Prince" in the industrial zone, everyone didn't think too much.  Because the damn donkey cart is finally here.  Everyone rushed up to drink water. Teacher Xiaobai didn't even notice when the fat man left. At that time, he just wanted to drink more water.

    Unexpectedly, Li Mingjian came over again in the evening and wanted to see the students in the Peide System.

    "Don't say he is the rich second generation of Shiligou.  Just look at him wearing the Peide school uniform.  Xiaobai went to greet him without hesitation.  Wang Xintai will also go.

    In the end, this guy brought a set of comic strips from "War of the God Emperor" for everyone to see. Bai Yuanqing was still thinking, "Don't spoil our cram school," but they talked about it later.  I found out that this fat man has a collecting habit. He has more than 10,000 books in his home, covering all types of books, from Bibles, Bible exegesis, Chinese and foreign classics, imperial examination textbooks, comic books, and even mathematics, physics and chemistry that he doesn¡¯t understand.  He just likes to read and collect books. When he goes to a bookstore, he will ask: "What is the most expensive book you have bought recently?", and then buy it and collect it.

    Judging from the momentum of this book buyer, he was not the kind of gangster who came to cause trouble out of jealousy with ulterior motives. In addition, what he bought was the latest royal comic series that was rumored in the newspaper, so Bai Yuanqing himself came down to the podium to read along.

    As a result, three education students and an art student started chatting together in the self-study class.

    At this moment, there was a sound at the back door of the classroom, and someone laughed and said, "Ha, it's so lively, what are you looking at?"

    Everyone looked towards the back door. Fang Bowen shivered as if he had been shocked by electricity. He immediately threw the comic strip in his hand far away on the floor of the podium, pushed aside Zhou Tianen who was half leaning on the table next to him, and pulled out a copy with his trembling hands.  Paper, pick up a pen and bend over the table to study hard;

    Zhou Tianen was a little surprised when the young master pushed him away, but when he saw who it was, he was not as frightened as Fang Bowen. He just closed the comic strips in his hands, stood up straight, and smiled, saying with a smile: "Master is here?"  ;

    Bai Yuanqing was not nervous. He raised his head and smiled: "Oh, aren't these Mr. Fang and Lizai? What? Come and see the academy?"

    Fang Bingsheng pushed the door open and came in, followed by Zhou Lizai who was laughing with him. He passed other students who were studying hard and went straight to the front row. He didn't look at his son, but?I glanced at the frightened son next to me, and then opened it to take a look, my eyes couldn't even close!

    The person my son wrote he admired the most was actually Tan Tongen!

    In the article, my son wrote that he admired Pastor Tan¡¯s talent and learning, admired Pastor Tan¡¯s firm belief in not compromising with the world, admired Pastor Tan¡¯s spirit of not loving money or profit, and even wrote at the end that he hoped he could be like Pastor Tan.  of preachers.

    This is contrary to this bitch!

    "Don't say that Tan Tong'en is unsociable. He has just been repaired by the Qiu Feng Church who specially hired a thug named Zhou Lizai. Besides, you worship a fool. Don't you worship your father and me?"  Zhou Tianen worships me, but you don¡¯t worship me?  Are you sick!  Are you my biological child?

    Still want to be a preacher?  You have only two choices: either go to the palace exam, break your leg while running, and then crawl to the finish line with your broken leg; or become a preacher, I will break your leg first, and you crawl to preach!

    Looking fiercely at his son who was covered in cold sweat, Fang Bingsheng held the piece of paper and smiled: "Teacher Xiaobai, have you read this article? I just wrote it this afternoon?"

    Bai Yuanqing thought to himself: Your son is writing about Tan Tongen, who broke up with Wang Xintai. How dare I publicize it?

    After thinking about it, he smiled bitterly and said: "The Chinese language level of blog posts has always been very good, but as for this article, I think the level is poor, so I haven't read it. You see, I only gave it 68 points."

    "Very good." Fang Bingsheng sneered, and actually tore up the entire essay in front of everyone. He said with a smile: "The writing style of this article is not good, and the calligraphy is not good either, so I tore it up to prevent everyone from getting dirty!"

    In the eyes of the stunned teachers and students, Fang Bingsheng held the fragments in his hands and stuffed them into his trouser pocket: "Wang Xintai cannot see this article." This was Fang Bingsheng's thought at the time.

    But at this moment, a loud roar rang at the front door of the classroom: "Mr. Fang, what do you mean by tearing up our students' articles?"

    Fang Bingsheng turned around and saw that the fat elder Wang Xintai had arrived, and he complained endlessly.  (To be continued)
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