naruto-story Chapter 6 is hard to say.
Chapter 6 is hard to say.
Chapter 6 is hard to say.
"Not handsome at all!"
Yu Huan waved his hand, his voice sounding somewhat artificial.
Seeing them playfully fighting, he teased, "Go easy on him, don't beat the little handsome guy so badly that he's crippled like me!"
By 2012, the "Shamate" subculture had lost its edge against mainstream aesthetics and became a pariah on the Chinese internet, ridiculed by everyone.
Having just emerged from the tail end of the alternative culture, Yu Huan's outfit naturally creates a visual impact when she walks down the street.
The trench coat with a suit collar has actually been popular since the last century, and its popularity has not diminished even a decade later; it is both fashionable and classic.
Of course.
If you don't have a good figure, it's easy for clothes to wear you and look out of place.
If you want to dress with style.
It also depends on looks.
After joking with the high school students, he went straight into the Xinhua Bookstore.
After buying the books, Yu Huan immediately headed home.
The taxi sped along.
Suddenly, a phone call came in.
"Hey? Huan'er, Fang Yuting just asked me about you."
The other person emphasized the "er" after "huan," and the meaning behind it was self-evident.
After all, Chinese men dream of being someone's father from a young age.
This is inherent nature.
"Doggy, what did you say to her?"
Yu Huan sat in the back row with several books stacked on her lap, the top one open.
The rich local flavor permeates the text.
He had just finished reading "Frog," the novel that had just won the Nobel Prize in Literature.
"What else could I say? I told her everything: you were hit by a car, your left leg is broken, and you're hospitalized at the Provincial People's Hospital."
"I was discharged from the hospital yesterday."
"Damn it! You weren't even telling me you were being discharged from the hospital! I was planning to visit you tonight! Also, what's weird is why Fang Yuting is asking me about you?"
"I blocked her."
"Oh, I know she blocked you—Huh? What! You blocked her!?"
Yu Huan smiled brightly: "Mm."
"Damn! Good thing you blocked me! I'd been subtly warning you for a while that Fang Yuting was a green tea bitch and was just keeping you as a backup option. Huan'er, you've finally woken up!"
"Hehe, let's not talk about that. How's your business these days?"
"It's alright, so-so."
Gouzi is Yu Huan's close college roommate.
He is a local from Xingcheng, and his real name is Xie Gouhua. After graduation, his family opened a hardware wholesale store for him near Xihu Bridge.
Currently, this is a highly profitable industry.
The dog is an oddball.
Because of their relatively affluent family background, they were able to fully indulge in entertainment, conducting multi-million dollar business every night.
It should be noted that his family arranged a partner for him before he even graduated, and now their child is already a year old.
When Yu Huan was reborn, her assessment of him was: a playboy, a fun-loving, human-shaped teddy bear.
Having already prepared to dedicate himself fully to his career, he politely declined the dog's invitation to a foot massage over the phone, exchanged a few casual words, and then hung up.
Yu Huan sighed.
Xie Gouhua is a good buddy, but Fang Yuting is not a good girl.
In the years before my rebirth, I always thought of him when good things happened—foot massages, foot baths, singing, and so on.
After a ten-minute drive, we arrived at our destination.
After Yu Huan started working, she rented a house in Shizishan Community. The area consisted of old-style residential buildings, with a one-bedroom apartment, kitchen, and bathroom, costing only 500 yuan a month.
Teacher Wu returned to the county last night. Yu Huan isn't paralyzed; her daily life is mostly fine. Naturally, Teacher Wu's teaching work shouldn't be delayed.
During the ten-plus days he was in the hospital, his aunt would take a half-hour bus ride to deliver his meals.
Living on the fourth floor, Yu Huan, who has a limp, could only move up the stairs one step at a time while carrying a stack of books in her arms.
Before leaving the house, Yu Huan made sure to open the window to let in fresh air.
When he got home, as soon as he opened the door, the air circulated and the cold wind rushed towards him, making him shiver.
He quickly closed the window.
Through the glass window, all I could see was a dark blue sky, with a few deep clouds drifting by, completely obscuring the sun.
He had just sat down on the peeling wooden sofa, panting, when Old Lin suddenly called him.
After the call connected, Yu Huan quickly said, "Uncle Lin, I'm home."
"Okay, Xiao Yu, then you should rest well and take good care of your health."
Yu Huan looked up and glanced at the old-fashioned electronic calendar hanging on the yellowed wall.
Tuesday, April 2012, 11.
13 points.
October 14th.
The year of Ren Chen, the year of the dragon.
He suddenly said, "Uncle Lin, I've rested for twenty days, that's long enough." "Why?"
"I want to go back to work tomorrow."
"what?"
"My leg injury is nothing serious and won't affect my work."
Old Lin hesitated for a moment before saying, "Then you'd better think it over. Paid leave is a rare treat."
"I figured it out."
Yu Huan was resolute.
As soon as he finished speaking, there was silence on the other end.
Bye?
He put down his phone to check, but it was still on a call, so he quickly put it back to his ear.
The only sound was the faint sound of a door closing.
Then Old Lin asked in a low voice, "Xiao Yu, what do you think of You Rong?"
“It’s great, Uncle Lin,” Yu Huan said without hesitation. “It’s just that Sister Rong doesn’t seem to have any romantic feelings for me.”
A moment of silence.
I just heard Lao Lin say, "Then let's see what fate brings you young people. By the way, Xiao Yu, our newspaper is planning to set up a new media department. We need to draw staff from various departments to join major social media platforms and open up new fronts. I wonder if you have any ideas?"
Hear the words.
Yu Huan nodded repeatedly.
He has such great ideas!
I know perfectly well that the date of the establishment of the new media department will be announced internally, just a few days later, on December 1st. At that time, a survey will be conducted to select a group of young people from various departments.
Those who performed slightly better were given permanent positions.
Moreover, Lao Lin's powerful backer, whether before or after his rebirth, is right in front of him at this point in time, and he can cling to him as he pleases.
Although Lao Lin is currently the head of the editorial department, the editor-in-chief is about to retire, and he will soon be promoted to take over. His influence in the Jiangnan Morning Post will be second only to the president.
Before his rebirth, he was pushed forward to co-manage the new media department's projects with the editor-in-chief's nephew, who was also his 'arch-rival' before his rebirth. He was competing for the top position in the department.
For Yu Huan before her rebirth, a government-affiliated job was her dream at this point in time.
But now.
He doesn't want any administrative positions offered to him.
I'm tired of being a workaholic!
There are too many rules.
It's hard to have a side hustle, and it's even harder to make money.
Copying novels and songs might work, but how much money could you possibly make?
not enough!
Xu fought a bloodbath from 3 yuan to 200 billion yuan.
In 2012, unprecedented opportunities began to emerge one after another.
Even with only 100,000 in initial capital, Yu Huan is confident that in ten years, even if he just relaxes and develops, he will at least have 10 small goals.
The vivid memory that Yu Huan gained in his mind was an immeasurable treasure!
Even though she didn't want to be a workaholic, Yu Huan didn't want to miss this opportunity.
He doesn't want a permanent position, he doesn't want a government-affiliated job, he just wants to make things difficult for people.
Incidentally, he also helped his former employer ride the wave of new media, allowing Lao Lin, the future head of the newspaper who had been so kind to him, to live a more comfortable life.
After all, even a pig can fly when the wind is blowing right!
At last.
When I went to the clothes, I learned the name and the name.
Yu Huan said confidently, "Uncle Lin, in other words, the Jiangnan Morning Post will have two versions in the future: a print version and an online version. The online version will have more interaction and a style that is closer to contemporary young people."
"You've hit the nail on the head." Old Lin's tone was full of laughter: "That's right, Xiao Yu, then you should do a good job. This is a rare opportunity, and I have high hopes for you!"
"Yes, thank you, Uncle Lin. I will work hard and won't let you down."
"I'm relieved to hear that, Xiao Yu. I'll hang up now so as not to disturb your rest."
"It's nothing, I won't bother you. Goodbye, Uncle Lin."
The other person smiled.
Immediately.
The phone beeped with the disconnection tone...
After hanging up the phone, Lao Lin looked down at the green plants below through the clear window.
He frowned and pondered.
"How about it?"
A voice suddenly rang in his ear, startling him.
He hurriedly turned around.
Only the tigress could be seen standing furtively behind him.
He let out a long sigh of relief: "You appeared and disappeared so suddenly, you scared me to death!"
"Hey, I asked you how it is?"
Old Lin shook his head: "It's hard to say."
"What do you mean it's hard to say?"
"Neither of them seems to have any ideas."
(End of this chapter)