The next morning, Jiang Han was woken up by He Zhe, who was in the same room as him.
She insisted on dragging Jiang Han to drink morning tea in Xiangjiang.
Morning tea culture was not only popular in Xiangjiang, but also in the southern Fujian region of China.
He could sit for two to three hours if he ordered a basket of barbecued pork buns, a bowl of rice roll, a cup of tea, and a newspaper.
Jiang Han couldn't understand what was so special about this thing. It was no different from the morning tea in southern Fujian.
However, He Zhe insisted that Jiang Han accompany him.
She was probably afraid that she would make a fool of herself if she didn't speak Cantonese.
Jiang Han couldn't persuade him, so he could only get up and go downstairs with He Zhe.
Although he felt that He Zhe's desire to try everything he saw was a little ridiculous.
However, Jiang Han had been busy for nearly two hours last night. In fact, he was already hungry.
Accompanying He Zhe for breakfast was also a form of comfort.
However, after arriving at the place, he realized that the people who came for morning tea were basically the elderly. The young people took a portion and left directly. They ate while walking.
Jiang Han and the other two eighteen-year-old young men sat there leisurely eating barbecued pork buns. On the contrary, they had a completely different feeling from the surrounding style.
Jiang Han didn't feel anything.
With so much attention on him, Jiang Han's face naturally grew. He ate calmly and with ease.
But He Zhe was different.
He insisted on having breakfast. In the end, Jiang Han finished one and a half baskets of barbecued pork buns alone. He Zhe ate a few mouthfuls and lost the mood to eat awkwardly.
He Zhe paid for the morning tea.
Jiang Han also took a copy of today's morning newspaper.
Su Qingyi said that she would gather at the school at 10:30 to report.
There was still some time left, and he wouldn't be able to sleep even if he went back. He might as well read the newspaper to pass the time.
It was now 1998.
If it was twenty years later, Jiang Han would never read a newspaper.
Since the emergence of the internet, or rather, portals, the traditional media carrier, newspapers, had gradually been abandoned by the public.
It was only after the mobile internet became widespread.
Even an old man in his sixties or seventies had learned to read the news on his smartphone. Traditional newspapers were basically eliminated.
At least, Jiang Han hadn't seen the newspaper for a long time.
However, that was something that would happen in ten or even twenty years.
At this stage, even the Internet in China had just started. How could the mobile Internet be popularized?
The newspaper was the main channel for most people to receive news.
There was a lot of useful information in the newspaper.
For example, the headline of this morning newspaper was about Li Jiacheng becoming the richest man in China.
It simply recorded that the stock price of Li Jiacheng's Changshi Group had risen by 10% recently.
The news of Li Jiacheng's net worth soaring by 1.2 billion Hong Kong dollars.
The content inside was half-true and half-false. The information that the public could find was naturally true. The information that could not be found became false.
However, the gimmick was enough.
It was estimated that because of this headline, today's newspaper sales would increase a little.
According to Jiang Han's memory, Li Jiacheng should be the richest Chinese man who would only reach the top a year later.
However, this had nothing to do with Jiang Han.
At the very least, a 10% increase in the stock price of a company under his name would increase his net worth by 1.2 billion.
Jiang Han didn't need to think about this for the time being.
Even if he could earn money every day, Jiang Han still needed a lot of time to barely make his assets reach tens of millions or hundreds of millions.
There was still a long way to go for the small goal, and Jiang Han still needed to work hard.
An hour passed by perfunctorily with a morning newspaper.
Su Qingyi knocked on the door of her room at around ten o'clock.
He Zhe took a nap in a daze. Jiang Han went over to open the door.
Su Qingyi was wearing a white dress today, giving off a bright and pure feeling.
"Jiang Han, you and He Zhe remember to pack your things and gather in the hotel lobby.”
Su Qingyi went to knock on the door of the next room.
Jiang Han, who was standing at the door, looked away after taking a glance at Su Qingyi's back.
She closed the door and suddenly realized something.
If he remembered correctly, the school he was about to go to seemed to be a semi-closed school.
There was a difference between boarding students and general students.
Jiang Han and the others came from the mainland, so they naturally became boarding students.
Usually, he couldn't leave the school.
Jiang Han suddenly realized this and felt a headache coming on.
If he couldn't leave school, then his plan to go out and bet once a day would definitely be put on hold.
In her previous life, she didn't have such messy thoughts, so she lived on campus.
But in this life, living on campus had become the biggest obstacle to his rise.
He was somewhat caught off guard.
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