Looking at the fat deskmate who looked admiring, Zhang Xiaojian glanced at the other party speechlessly, then picked up a piece of information sent by his secretary Puqi this morning and read it. The general situation of the church recently and the direction of some of the three gangs near Dongshan Middle School.

"Well, it seems that the three gangs have not been stable recently, and there are signs of fighting." Zhang Xiaojian thought to himself, "It is necessary to fight Qiufeng and take advantage of it."

The fisherman is profitable when fighting against the snipe and clam. According to Zhang Xiaojian's psychology, he will not take advantage of a fool.

Zhang Xiaojian continued to look through, but the next moment he smiled bitterly. The information told Zhang Xiaojian that the church funds were exhausted and he could not support his random use, otherwise the church would not be able to grow rapidly.

Zhang Xiaojian thought about it and thought that this was something that should have happened. Of course, he knew that the church was developing at an astonishing speed. If it weren't for Li Liang's frugality and planning well, the 100 million funds would have been exhausted long ago, so how could he spend it?

"I'm so annoying!" Zhang Xiaojian became distressed. Do you have to trade stocks again? But the last time I traded stocks, I felt dizzy, and now I want to vomit.

"A sad person!" Zhang Xiaojian couldn't help complaining. After being reborn, he did not value money, and this time he once again realized the importance of that kind of money.

"It seems that you have to think of some ways to make money, otherwise you will be poor sooner or later. The church is waiting to use money. The company established by the church cannot make profits at the moment. If Zhang Xiaojian does not make money, you have to save money." Zhang Xiaojian thought, thinking that if he could get a quick sum of money in the near future.

At this moment, a black shadow rose and grabbed Zhang Xiaojian's information book that was interesting to see.

Zhang Xiaojian raised his head and saw the Chinese teacher full of anger. He looked around and found that the classmates were smirking. He looked at his deskmate Xiaopang again, but found that the other party was looking at him innocently, spreading his hands, saying that he knew nothing.

"Look at it! Zhang Xiaojian is right! I think you are very proficient in learning. If you can translate this paragraph for me, then stand to go to class if you can't afford to translate!" The Chinese teacher followed a sentence that looked very profound, looked at Zhang Xiaojian proudly, and said to himself: "Hmph, fight me. I'm used to being late for class, but I dare to see other things in class. I think you are tired of living!"

After rolling his eyes in his heart, Zhang Xiaojian picked up a pen and translated it on a piece of manuscript paper in a few swishes. This large passage of classical Chinese translation was completed in just one minute.

"This?" The Chinese teacher picked up the manuscript paper and looked at it, thinking, "Pretend, keep pretending, it's okay for the head teacher to care about your lateness. I'm lawless in my Chinese class. Today I won't embarrass you, it will damage my reputation."

But the Chinese teacher became more and more surprised when he read it, because this translation that transcends the template made him feel a little unimaginable. The connection between each word and the explanation of the word, and some translations are even somewhat different from the template, but when he reads it, it seems that the author expresses this meaning.

"Genius?" Two words appeared in the Chinese teacher's mind. He looked at Zhang Xiaojian with a calm face in shock, and finally couldn't help asking: "Are these really translated by yourself?"

"Of course, otherwise, teacher, do you think who wrote it just now?" Zhang Xiaojian glanced at the Chinese teacher, as if he thought the question asked by the other party was a bit funny.

But the Chinese teacher seemed to have not seen Zhang Xiaojian rolling his eyes, but nodded, let Zhang Xiaojian sit down, and then walked back to his podium silently. After standing for a few minutes, he realized that he was looking at his students. He realized that he was absent-mindedly after attending this class, and he was in a panic, as if he had lost his soul and left the classroom.

"Awesome boss! I will recognize you as the boss from now on!" Zhang Xiaojian's deskmate Xiaopian looked at Zhang Xiaojian admiringly, revealing the admiration in his eyes without any concealment.

"That's right, Brother Zhang is so terrible! I've made the Chinese teacher look like he was in a daze. I think Brother Zhang is the number one!" A young man with a thin face, his hair is not long, but hedgehog, and his personality said with a smile.

"I said Brother Fan knows all this. You don't look at the teacher's class recently. Zhang Xiaojian hasn't been late? The only class that was not late is the first physical education class on Friday afternoon." The tall classmates with a little pockmark on their faces also said, and even hit him as he called Brother Fan.

"Yes!" Chen Fan looked at his good buddy Pan Li speechlessly, and kept arguing with him.

"I said..."

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Zhang Xiaojian looked at his classmates who were surrounding him and rolled his eyes repeatedly. He looked helplessly that he could not walk out of the seat, so he simply sat down, wrapped his hands around him, and stayed quietly. The information was also in the hands of the Chinese teacher. He forgot to return it to him before leaving.

He thought about how to make money quickly. Even Zhang Xiaojian wanted to rob the bank, but then he thought that this was the stupidest thing he would do, but each one was filtered, and there were only a few left in the end. Those could make money, but the results were too slow.

"It's a trick! Why don't you make money easily and easily? Forget it, let's take one step first!" Zhang Xiaojian looked at a villain book helplessly. He really couldn't think of anything that would allow him to make money quickly.

The classmates around him said one by one, spitting one by one, and saw Zhang Xiaojian trying to avoid this place of right and wrong as soon as possible.

Mu Xiaoyu, who was sitting behind the classroom, was watching this comedic scene and couldn't help but sneer, but when she saw Zhang Xiaojian's calm appearance, she felt even more certain that the other party was not an ordinary person.

"Zhang Xiaojian? I want to see what you are, making me so curious!" Mu Xiaoyu made up her mind.

Zhang Xiaojian didn't know that he was already being missed. Although Zhang Xiaojian knew that Mu Xiaoyu was a psychic, he didn't think so much.

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