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28 . Duan Qiong!

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"Hello, everyone. I'm Duan Qiong, your new homeroom teacher. I'll be serving you for the next three years.”

On the podium, a woman wearing a white floral dress with waist-length black hair looked at the students below the stage and said,

"Although I'm much younger than Teacher Wang, it's precisely because we're not much older that I can understand what you want.”

"Other than problems in your studies, if anyone has any difficulties in life or any confusion, you can come to the office to find me…"

"Everyone, give Teacher Duan a round of applause!”

After Duan Qiong introduced himself, someone shouted. Cheers and whistles immediately came from below the stage. Of course, most of them were boys.

Although she didn't know how big Duan Qiong was, she could tell from his appearance that he was about 25 or 26 years old. After all, she said that she was about the same age as everyone else.

During their freshman year last year, their class teacher was a middle-aged man in his forties. He was a little lecherous. Although he did not dare to do anything out of line with female students, he was not welcomed by the students.

More than two months ago, when the last semester was about to end, he somehow managed to get a place to go abroad through some connections. He chose to go abroad without hesitation, and this semester, Zhang Mu's class had a new teacher.

The other students didn't know, but Zhang Mu knew that his first-year director, Wang, had never returned after he was given a place to study abroad.

In the beginning, no one noticed this, not even his wife and children. After all, he was overseas, and long-distance calls were too expensive. Very few people could afford to make international calls frequently.

However, when Zhang Mu was in his third year of university, Teacher Wang's wife brought her two children to the school and demanded that the school compensate her husband and the children's husbands. This matter then became known to everyone in the university.

However, even after Zhang Mu graduated, there was no news of Teacher Wang returning to the country. It was very likely that he had reestablished a family overseas.

It was a little sad to say, but this was the era. The general public's perception was that everything was good abroad. Many people dreamed of going abroad to work, become a 'foreigner' and live a foreigner's life.

Twenty years later, if someone dared to say that a foreign country was good on the Internet or in public, that they wanted to live abroad and never return to China again, what awaited them would definitely be countless netizens 'criticism and insults.

However, in this era, this was a very normal thing.

In fact, if someone else heard that you wanted to go to America and become an American, they would probably shout,'I want it too, I want it too!'。

Then, the two of them gathered together and talked about what was good about America. If they went to America and became Americans, they would live a wonderful life.

It couldn't be helped. The reform and development had been going on for many years, and the domestic economy had just begun to take off. It was in a state where everything was going well. There were indeed many aspects that couldn't be compared to other countries.

For example, Coke and Jianlibao were considered luxury goods.

This year, the average annual income was 3800 yuan, and the average monthly income was 316.66 yuan. One month's salary was only enough to buy 105 bottles of coke.

Of course, if there was an event or if he won a prize, he would probably be able to drink a few more bottles.

Therefore, buying a bottle of Coke now was equivalent to receiving a salary of 3,000 yuan in 20 years. Drinking a bottle of beverage that cost 30 yuan was too extravagant!

In developed areas such as Shanghai, Beijing, Guang City, and Shen City, the average income per person was much higher, but it was not so obvious.

However, in many small cities, small counties, small towns, and even many poor families, there was no way to open a pot!

In such a situation, it was understandable that some people who learned about the situation abroad through television and newspapers wanted to go abroad crazily.

Of course, many people wanted to go abroad now, but those who could really go abroad were those who had good economic conditions or were educated.

After all, he had to take a deposit of tens of thousands of yuan to guarantee his trip abroad. He could only get it back after he returned to the country. He was afraid that someone would be unwilling to come back after going abroad.

However, with the current economic situation, how many people could afford tens of thousands of yuan per person?

Even if they could afford it, they had to have connections and channels!

Zhang Mu was just a little emotional about the overseas trend. The moment he saw Duan Qiong, a scene that had been buried in his mind for many years instantly appeared in his mind.

"Student Zhang Mu, what have you been doing for the past half a month? Do you know that the school was going to expel you two days ago? If you had come back two days later, the documents would have been sent down!”

In the teacher's office, Duan Qiong looked at Zhang Mu and asked,"

In his previous life, he had been tricked into Huang Dalin's multi-level marketing organization. It was only after half a month of school that he finally arrived at the school. He had gone through a lot of trouble, and with Duan Qiong's help and the proof letter from the police station, he was finally not expelled from the school.

However, there was no way to clear the demerit that had already been recorded in the school register, which brought great difficulties to Zhang Mu's graduation.

However, demerits were only one of the problems. The biggest problem Zhang Mu encountered at that time was that he could not afford the tuition fees!

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