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At home.

As soon as Yang Zhuo opened the door, the young paparazzo rushed up.

"Woof woof!"

They were still so close.

However…

The yellow dog was visibly old.

The fur on his body had lost its luster, and his eyes were not as bright as before.

Yang Zhuo squatted down and rubbed its head."I'll kill some chickens tonight and give you an extra meal."

"Woof woof."

At this moment.

Zhang Yumin came out of the main room with a smile on her face."Why are you playing with it? It's very dirty.”

"It's fine."

Yang Zhuo walked to the well, held the iron handle and pressed it twice. Immediately, clear water flowed out of the well.

He casually washed his hands and dried them with a towel.

"Mom, the county high school sports meet ended last week.”

"How was it?" Zhang Yumin asked.”

"Two championships and a bonus.”

Saying that, Yang Zhuo took out a stack of 100 yuan bills from his pocket.“1100。”

"So many! It's almost as much as your father's monthly salary.”

Yang Guoqiang worked at a construction site for 50 yuan a day.

The food and accommodation conditions were very poor, and there was no guarantee.

Sometimes, he would be busy for half a year or a year, and he would not be able to get his salary.

It was really difficult.

Thinking of this, Yang Zhuo's lips moved. He wanted to ask his father to come back and not work at the construction site.

However, he held it back.

Because he did not have the ability to earn money now, even if he said it, his family would not listen to him.

Unless Yang Zhuo's income could make his family worry about nothing.

"Keep the money. You don't have to give it to me.”

"What do you want to eat tonight?" Zhang Yumin asked.”

"I want to eat meat! How about killing a chicken?"

Yang Zhuo was a bit greedy.

There were chicken drumsticks in the school cafeteria, but the taste was far inferior to the chicken stewed at home.

"Yes!"

In the evening.

Yang Zhuo was sitting in front of the stove, cooking the pot.

What was stewed in the pot was chicken.

The fragrance assailed his nostrils.

Zhang Yumin stood at the side.

The mother and son were chatting.

"Mom! I've been recommended by the Sports Bureau to participate in the National Middle School Games in August. As long as I pass the preliminaries, I'll be able to join our Nanhe Province delegation.”

Zhang Yumin was an ordinary rural woman who had not even finished junior high school.

He didn't have much knowledge.

However, she also knew that it was very impressive to be able to represent the province in the national competition.

He felt a little proud.

Yang Zhuo added some firewood into the stove, and the sound of wood burning could be heard.

"It's easy to attract the attention of the provincial team, Shuimu University, and Capital University if you're on the stage of the National Middle School Games. Do you want me to go to university or become a professional athlete?”

Hearing this, Zhang Yumin was shocked.

Could it be Shangmu and Capital University?

This was the best school in the country.

It can travel dozens of miles.

From a parent's point of view, Zhang Yumin still hoped that her son would go to university.

However…

Ever since he was young, his son had been very sensible, very independent, and had his own opinions.

She didn't want her thoughts to affect her son's decision.

"Xiao Zhuo, your father and I are uncultured and don't know much about these things. You have to choose for yourself. But remember one thing. You have to think about which path you want to take, consider the pros and cons, and ask the teacher if you don't understand.”

Yang Zhuo understood why she said that. After a moment of silence, he said,"Yes, I understand."

"Don't add more firewood. The pot will be lifted after stewing for a while.”

Five minutes later.

In the central room.

The mother and son sat at the table and ate.

The young paparazzo squatted at the side, looking forward to it.

She was almost drooling.

Yang Zhuo picked up a piece of meat and chewed it.

"The chickens raised at home are still the best. The chickens outside are all chickens from chicken farms. They grew up on feed, so the taste is far worse.”

"You're still young. Eat more."

......

At night.

The rats were strolling around on the beams, making rustling sounds.

When they fought, they would make squeaking sounds.

The timid girl would probably be too scared to run away.

But Yang Zhuo was used to it.

At this moment.

He lay in bed, thinking about his future path.

The advantages and disadvantages of both paths were obvious.

However, there was still a very important question that he had not considered before.

That was business activities.

In his previous life, Yang Zhuo knew something.

Liu Feiren's endorsement fee was deducted by 10% to the auxiliary intermediary company.

As for the rest, Feiren Liu took up 65%, the coach took up 15%, and Tian Xiehe and the Shanghai Field Management Center each took up 10%.

For example, if the endorsement fee was 1 million, Feiren Liu would eventually get 585,000 yuan before tax.

58.5%。

Actually, this was a pretty good split.

Everyone was satisfied.

However…

There was no independent manager to handle matters, and there was no studio to work in. Their autonomy was not that strong.

Yang Zhuo didn't like this mode.

What if he joined a high school team?

They were definitely qualified to participate in the Olympics.

He remembered that in his previous life, Shuimu University had a " flying man with glasses " who participated in the Olympics.

This " Flying Spectacle " belonged to Shuimu University, not the Field Management Center.

He believed that the business model was definitely different from Liu Feiren's.

Moreover, it was relatively free. He might even be able to choose his own manager.

At the thought of this.

Yang Zhuo was inclined.

When the university approached him, they would ask him about the situation first.

If it was really as he thought, then he would take the university route.

Yang Zhuo thought about it and gradually fell asleep in the rustling sound on the beam.

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