Gu Mingjun went to the school to complete the registration procedures first.

What made him feel deeply happy was that Shang Hai is not losing money is a metropolis, while the Department of Finance of the School of Business is not losing money is a good major, and there are so many beauties that are dazzling.

The Department of Finance is newly established by Huali Business School, but it is only seven years old. It is understandable that it is very weak.

For girls to study finance, there are still good opportunities, there are also a wide range of employment options, and most of the jobs are easy and decent.

Gu Mingjun glanced at the class roster and found that the ratio of men and women was very eye-catching, and girls were actually taller than boys!

Since he went to kindergarten, the ratio of men and women has been unbalanced, and the social problem of more men and fewer women is fully reflected in the school.

It was not until he entered the Finance Department that the situation finally changed.

Gu Mingjun also discovered that the names of the students have their own advantages and characteristics, and most of them are full of bookish flavor. It seems that the students who come here to study are probably from pretty good families.

The entire roster, dozens of classmates, left the deepest impression on him was a name called "Wenxin".

In a long three-character name and multiple strokes, this name appears so abrupt, concise, and has a strong artistic temperament, which immediately reminds people of "Wenxin Diaolong" for thousands of years at a glance.

Gu Mingjun was thinking that this name is probably a girl, and she is a girl with a bad appearance.

I heard that the roster is arranged by the grades at the time of admission?

Gu Mingjun observed it specifically and found that it was not arranged according to the first letter of the pinyin. Is it really based on the admission score?

Speaking of this, Gu Mingjun's grades in the class are second to last!

Very dangerous!

I almost couldn't get into this school or this major!

And behind Gu Mingjun is a student named "Zhang Qingyun".

Gu Mingjun completed the admission procedures and applied to the counselor for an out-of-stay accommodation.

When the counselor heard that he wanted to stay in the room, he looked at Gu Mingjun in surprise and asked, "Are you a foreigner?"

"Well, I'm from Xingcheng."

"Then you can't stay outside."

Gu Mingjun knew that some universities are relaxed in their overseas accommodation, but some schools have particularly strict management.

"Teacher, I live in my aunt's house, and my aunt's house is not far from the school." Gu Mingjun replied.

"Then you have to ask your aunt to come and sign a letter." The counselor said, "We must be responsible to your students."

Gu Mingjun said: "Okay, then I'll let her come here! I'll submit the application first."

After completing the procedures, he went to the Information Academy to look for someone.

It was the time to welcome the new year, and the seniors were enthusiastic, and Gu Mingjun easily obtained information about the freshmen from the School of Information.

However, what disappointed him was that the name Song Qingru was not found on the entire list of freshmen.

I wonder if it was not accepted?

Or did her family call the school and resign?

Gu Mingjun is unknown.

He only knew that Song Qingru really went abroad and would not go back to China to go to college.

The wheels of history were very hard to deviate and then turned back on track.

Gu Mingjun stood down the teaching building of the School of Information, looked up at the sky, and sighed secretly.

An inexplicable feeling of loss surged into his heart.

"Hey, classmate! Can't you help? Keep standing there and staring blankly!" A crisp voice came.

When Gu Mingjun saw that he was a female classmate, holding a bucket full of various debris in one hand, carrying a backpack on her back, and a large bag of bedding on the ground.

"Help help!" The girl was wearing glasses, and fine sweat oozed from the tip of her nose.

"I'm not from the Information Department, nor from the school's welcome meeting." Gu Mingjun shrugged and turned around and was about to leave.

"Hey, why are you doing this?" The girl stomped her feet, "What's wrong with you, such a big boy, help me carry things?"

Gu Mingjun said: "I have no obligation to help you."

The girl said, "But, you are a boy!"

"I still have something to do, I don't have time to help you. Besides, boys have no obligation to help girls! You can call your information boys to help you! You are pretty good, and there must be a boy who is willing to help you." Gu Mingjun did not stop, and just as she watched, Shi Shiran left.

"I have never seen such a boy! Humph!" The girl looked at Gu Mingjun's back, anxious and hated.

For Gu Mingjun, helping is indeed a small task, and the girl is so delicate and elegant that she might be able to make an appointment after she meets her!

However, he is completely in the mood to make friends with new girls now, and he doesn't want to spoil these girls.

Why should boys ask you to call you around?

Gu Mingjun walked out of the campus and walked around the surrounding area.

Investing and making money is not an easy task.

Gu Mingjun doesn't want to take the detours he has taken before. He wants to earn the most stable and maximum returns with the shortest time and the least investment.

The storefronts near the school are open.

After walking around the whole street, I saw the most shops, all selling food and various small hotels.

Gu Mingjun is not interested in these businesses.

He has to go to school and has no time to do specific business.

He just wants to use the limited funds he has now, make reasonable investments and earn profits.

He never thought about driving Chef Gu to Shanghai.

If Chef Gu can open in Xingcheng, it will take advantage of the right time, place, and people.

The same model and the same store may not be successful when it comes to Shanghai.

Moreover, opening a hotel takes up too much time and energy.

These two points are exactly what Gu Mingjun lacks the most.

He was so busy that he was so busy during the few months he opened a store in Xingcheng.

When he visited the nearby vegetable market, Gu Mingjun saw the time and bought a few vegetables and walked back.

When we arrived at the entrance of the alley in the community, Gu Mingjun saw that the young people who were guarding here at noon were gone.

He entered the corridor, took out the key and opened the door.

"Xiaojun, you are back!" Myolie Wu's voice came from the attic.

"Well! Auntie, you're at home!" Gu Mingjun put down the dishes and prepared to cook.

He is a person who likes to live his life. Instead of spending half an hour sitting in a restaurant waiting for others to cook, he might as well cook two dishes at home, which are clean and hygienic and taste according to his own taste.

Myolie Wu was changing clothes in the attic, and her slim back was fully visible.

Gu Mingjun only took a look and then had some beautiful thoughts.

"Open the door! We know you are at home! If you don't open the door, we will smash the door!" A sudden shout came from outside.

The sound came suddenly, and Gu Mingjun was slightly shocked: "Auntie, have you offended someone?"

Myolie Wu opened the curtain and walked down, saying, "Why are these people coming again? I just called the police and drove them away! Don't you owe them some money? As for those who are chasing them so hard? Don't you ignore them! They dare not do anything! I'll call the police again!"

Gu Mingjun said: "Auntie, it doesn't work for you to call the police. It's natural to pay back the debt!"

Myolie Wu said: "It's not that I won't pay it back! I don't have the money to pay it back! When I have the money, I will of course return it to them."

Gu Mingjun said: "Where is the rent I gave you?"

Myolie Wu said: "I just went out to play mahjong and lost."

"It's been several thousand! You lost all?" Gu Mingjun was shocked and thought to himself that this was a gambler!

"I have paid off some of the debt! It's only a few thousand yuan, so where is enough to spend?" Myolie Wu gave him a blank look, blaming him for not seeing the world. "Do you think it's your little place? We play mahjong here, and we win and lose a lot! We play five yuan, ten yuan! Do you think we play five cents a yuan while playing?"
Chapter completed!