Chapter 201 Looking for Trouble

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

As soon as they saw Song Yan, several parents gathered around, and a middle-aged man asked:

"This classmate, are you a candidate? Why did you come out so quickly?"

"Haha, I handed in the papers ahead of time!" Song Yan replied with a smile.

"Is the question difficult this time?"

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

Seeing that there were more and more parents, Song Yan quickly found an excuse to get out.

However, just after he took a few steps, he heard some harsh voices coming from behind:

"Come out so soon, maybe you will be handed a blank paper!"

"Yeah, you must be bragging when you say that the topic is simple. Today's students are getting more and more unreliable!"

"This kid looks like a poor student! It's really not worth it for his parents."

"Nima!" Song Yan's face darkened, and he quickened his pace, lest this group of family members say anything excessive, which would make him go berserk.

Longxing Square.

After parking the car, Song Yan went straight to a shop being renovated near the square.

"Song Shao, are you here?"

As soon as he saw Song Yan, the supervisor sent by the decoration company to supervise the project greeted him with a smile.

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

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

"Young Master Song, please rest assured, it will definitely be completed within half a month!" The supervisor assured with a pat on his chest.

"Yeah." Song Yan nodded, walked around the shop and left.

The shop will be ready in the next half a month, but his jadeite is still semi-finished, so he can't sell it directly, so he still has to find a carver to carve these jadeite into jadeite pieces.

After thinking about it, he decided to leave the matter of finding a sculptor to Nangong Yuntian.

Sure enough, the Nangong family deserves to be the tyrant of Xiangcheng.

Song Yan called Nangong Tianhou within half an hour, and the other party called and told him that he had found ten good sculptors for him.

With the idea of ​​striking while the iron is hot, Song Yan decided to meet with these sculptors to settle the matter.

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

Twenty minutes later.

Song Yan drove to a high-end tea house and met ten carvers in a large box.

The person who handled this matter for Song Yan was a steward of the Nangong family named Situ Nan.

Because he had been instructed by Nangong Yuntian, he was very respectful towards Song Yan. As soon as Song Yan entered the door, he immediately stood up and saluted.

Although Situ Nan was only a steward at the Nangong family, he was a person of great status in the eyes of ordinary people. Seeing him, he was so respectful to Song Yan, how could the ten sculptors sit still and all stood up to say hello to Song Yan.

"Everyone, please sit down!"

Song Yan raised his hand, motioned everyone to sit down, and said straight to the point: "I have a batch of jade here, and I need everyone here to help me process it into jade ornaments. Do you have any questions?"

"No problem, I'll do my best to wait!"

Ten sculptors said quickly.

"Okay, since everyone gives me face like this, I can't lose everyone. This time the cost is 5 million yuan per person. What do you think?" Song Yan asked again.

The ten sculptors are all Yixi. Although they have a certain reputation in Xiangcheng, if they do well, they can earn 3 million a year, which is not bad.

Now Song Yan is five million when he opens his mouth, how can they be dissatisfied.

Situ Nan had prepared the contract for Song Yan long ago. After signing the contract, Song Yan was unambiguous. He directly paid 2 million in advance to each person's account, and gave them two days to prepare. start working.

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

The aunt had already prepared a table of dishes to reward Song Yan and Song Xue.

"Ayan, how was the test this time?"

During the meal, the aunt asked with concern.

"Play normally." Song Yan said modestly.

"What about you, Xiaoxue?" The aunt looked at Song Xue again and asked.

"It's alright." Song Xue hesitated and said, this time the question was a little off, but she was confident that 120 points would be fine.

In the afternoon, the exam will not start until three o'clock, leaving enough time for the candidates to take a lunch break.

Song Xue went back to her room to review the materials, but Song Yan had nothing to do.

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

Suddenly, a piece of news caught his attention. The big star Murong Xinyue's national tour concert will come to Xiangcheng on June 12.

It seems that the last time Murong Xinyue's manager called him and asked 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 refused the other party.

After clicking on the news, Song Yan browsed through it roughly. The news mainly described how popular Murong Xinyue's concert was, the venue was full, and the online ticket sales channel for the tour of Xiangcheng has been opened.

After reading a few news articles, Song Yan searched for the knowledge of Eastern medicine on the Internet.

During this period of time, he was running around, but he neglected to learn the knowledge of Eastern medicine. At first, he only studied Eastern medicine to hide the light of life, but as he deepened his understanding of Eastern medicine, he became more and more interested in Eastern medicine. interested.

Moreover, he also learned acupuncture secrets of "Hua Rong Golden Needle Method" in Zhao's Tibetan Sutra Pavilion.

It's just that there has been no chance to practice. For a while, Song Yan wondered if he could find a chance to practice at the Eastern Medical Center.

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

Just before he entered the door, a few tall boys suddenly jumped out and blocked his way. One of them was his neighbor in the examination room, the tall boy with acne on his face.

"Boy, you're very hung up, do you know that?" The man with acne-prone man stared at Song Yan and asked.

"It's none of your business whether I'm a dick or not!"

Song Yan said angrily.

The acne-prone boy pretended to say loudly: "I wipe it, it really is enough! Do you know that your performance in the morning makes me very dissatisfied!"

"Good dog won't get in the way, get out of the way!" Song Yan was too lazy to talk nonsense with the other party, he pushed the other party away with a flick of his hand, and then walked towards the school.

"I wipe, you dare to push me! Nima is shameless!"

The acne-prone man couldn't help being furious, and kicked Song Yan with a kick.

"boom!"

Song Yan seemed to have eyes behind his back. He turned around and kicked. The two movements seemed to be practiced thousands of times, full of the taste of running clouds and flowing water.

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

One kick kicked the person four or five meters away. Seeing this scene, several boys who came with the acne-prone boy were all shocked.

Of course, Song Yan didn't do anything ruthless, he just wanted to teach the boy with acne a little lesson, that kick would make him feel pain at most and would not hurt him.

Glancing at the other boys, Song Yan turned around and walked towards the school.

Less than ten minutes after Song Yan came to the examination room, a boy with acne appeared. However, his eyes were a little dodgy when he looked at Song Yan. It seemed that the kick made him realize that Song Yan was not easy to mess with.