Chapter 17 Calculation

The next day, Wuzhao County No. 1 Middle School reported the fight between Wang Jianchen and Zhang Yang in the canteen on the campus broadcast, and criticized Wang Jianchen and Zhang Yang, which was regarded as beating 50 boards each.

Three days later, the provincial excellent student index of Wuzhao County No. 1 Middle School was settled. After the school leaders and the Academic Affairs Office held a meeting to study, Luo Yong was selected from Fan Fei, Wang Jianchen and Luo Yong, and recommended it to the County and Municipal Education Bureau.

In the past, for this kind of indicator, the interested parties often fought, with a sword and shadow, and even a red knife, a white knife, and a blood-striggering country, but this year is particularly harmonious. Because Fan Fei took the initiative to withdraw, and Wang Jianchen had just been criticized by the whole school, so this indicator fell on Luo Yong almost without any suspense.

It was not until this time that the focus of the whole school's teachers and students fell on Luo Yong, who had always been very low-key.

Seventeen-year-old Luo Yong, whose personality and appearance are opposite to his name, is not brave at all. He is a beautiful and polite white-faced scholar. He is not tall, only 1.7 meters tall. He is not very fastidious. He always wears a school uniform and doesn't like to socialize with others. He is low-key and introverted.

But all this may be an illusion. After careful analysis, you will find that Luo Yong had been studying in Mingzhu No. 1 Middle School, but suddenly transferred from the city to the county in the third year of high school. Although Wuzhao County No. 1 Middle School and Mingzhu City No. 1 Middle School are both provincial key middle schools, the teachers of Mingzhu No. 1 Middle School are stronger and the undergraduate promotion rate is also higher. Therefore, Luo Yong suddenly transferred to Wuzhao County No. 1 Middle School, which is relatively poor without making any mistakes, which obviously violates the law of "people go higher and water flows low". Although according to Luo Yong's statement that he would return to the county to take care of his sick mother, when Luo Yong was recommended, the reason for the transfer was easily suspected.

According to the analysis of an insider, Luo Yong's mother was not serious, she just had diabetes, so Luo Yong obviously transferred to school for the index of outstanding students in this province. Luo Yong used to win the honor of provincial excellent students in City No. 1 Middle School, but it would be difficult for him to get the index of provincial excellent students in City No. 1 Middle School. After all, it is at the municipal level, and many students have backgrounds, so it will be much more difficult for Luo Yong to win the index and be maintained to Tsinghua University in the first city.

The Luo family can still be regarded as a figure in Wuzhao County, but it is nothing in the city. After all, since liberation, the people of the three villages in Wuzhao County have mainly been in the nest, but they have never caused much storm in Mingzhu City, and they have not seen any important government positions and industries that can dominate Mingzhu City. Therefore, Luo Yong retreated to No. 1 Middle School in Wuzhao County, which was really a wonderful move. Of course, this shows that the Luo family still has some energy. At least they learned the inside information in advance, so they transferred to school in advance, and soon after the transfer, they occupied this most important index, which can be said to be hit with one blow.

Luo Yong's background did not enter the sight of everyone until he obtained this indicator. When the background of Luo Yong, the son of the village head of Luojia Village, finally surfaced, everyone was talking about it and speculated about the inside story behind it, but they dared not say anything.

Fan Fei was obviously not surprised by this matter. After all, after he learned the news of the recommended report from He Qingmei, he regarded Luo Yong and Wang Jianchen, who had passed the provincial three good students, as competitors. He had touched their bottom in advance and knew that Luo Yong was bound to get this indicator, so Fan Fei made a timely judgment that night. Bravely retreat, I didn't suffer the same loss as Wang Jianchen.

However, temporary concession does not mean forgetting.

He knows that the Luo family is very powerful and difficult to deal with, but he also knows that the Luo family is not monolithic, and there will always be flaws.

For example, Fan Fei once heard that although Luo Yong's boy has good grades and is also low-key on the surface, he is actually involved in eating, drinking, whoring and gambling. As long as he catches Luo Yong's flaws, he may be able to lose his reputation.

Fan Fei's fruit of victory was taken away by the Luo family. He couldn't get back this justice, so he could only hope that Luo Yong would not get it, and let the Luo family eat the fruit and get a karma.

This is a grassroots logic, a little shameless, but also direct, and also contains a little justice.

There was a buzzword on the Internet in 2010, which made Fan Fei think deeply - either tolerant or cruel!

Fan Fei's understanding is: "Forbearance" is a knife in the heart. You must be able to endure it, otherwise you can't become a big weapon! But if you can't stand it, you don't have to put up with it anymore, and you must be cruel, so that you can completely defeat the opponent, put an end to future troubles, and make the opponent never have the idea of revenge.

Now he is waiting for a cruel opportunity.

And letting Luo Yong show his true form and fall on the matter of the bailout is the most cruel revenge against the Luo family.

For this reason, Fan Fei now follows Luo Yong from afar on the way home from school every day, eavesdrops on his conversations with Superman's hearing, analyzes all kinds of information revealed when he chats, and looks for any opportunity to calculate him.

The word "calculation" is often derogatory, but when the strength difference between the two sides is too big, calculation is the wisest and most effective way.

Just like a few years ago, a few wild boars suddenly came down from the nearby mountain and harmed the crops, and the three mu of sweet potatoes could be arched to the sky overnight. The dogs in the village went to chase the wild boar together, but they were defeated and fled, and several of them were killed. The villagers had to scare the wild boar with scarecrows and firecrackers, but it was still effective at the beginning. Later, the wild boar was not surprised, which made the villagers helpless for a while. Finally, a group of villagers, led by the old hunter Fan Zhong, collectively went up the mountain to dig traps and put wires to catch wild boars. After a few days of hard work, they finally caught those wild boars.

That time, Fan Fei, who was only 15 years old, also went up the mountain to help. When he saw those dying two or three hundred catties of big wild boars, he knew that no matter how powerful the wild boar was, no one's brain was powerful.

"After the public security takes away our shotguns, we can only rely on two words to catch wild boars, calculation!"

Standing in the waist-deep grass, the gray-haired Uncle Zhong said a word with emotion as he collected the wire rope sleeve.

And the word "calculation" has remained in Fan Fei's heart since then.

It's just that the villagers failed to calculate the country in the end, because the wild boar is a national third-level protected animal. In the end, not only was the wild boar confiscated by the law enforcers who heard the news, but Uncle Zhong was also fined a large amount of money. This is a later story.

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When Luo Yong and two classmates walked out of the school gate, they saw a somewhat shabby black Santana parked at the school gate, and their footsteps stopped slightly.

"Yongzi, get in the car!" Luo Qiu poked his head out of the car window with a smile on his face.

"A friend of mine has something to do with me." Luo Yong smiled and explained to his classmates, and then got into the car.

Santana immediately started and went away, attracting the attention of many students.

Fan Fei, who followed Luo Yong far behind him, quietly stepped on a motorcycle and said, "Master, drive in the direction of Da Caoping."

"Good!"

Mo's driver was a middle-aged man in his thirties. He hit the accelerator with his right hand, and the motorcycle crashed out.

"Master, follow the black Santana in front of you and keep a distance of 30 meters. I'll give you 15 yuan." After saying this, Fan Fei closed his eyes and grasped the back seat steadily with both hands.

"Uh... OK." The middle-aged man was stunned, but when he heard the price offered by Fan Fei, he immediately followed without hesitation.

The county is not big. The price of a motorcycle car starts at three yuan. Generally, it costs five yuan to travel all over the city. Fan Fei's price is already high, so the driver of the motorcycle doesn't ask much, and quickly followed the car not far away.

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"Where did the broken car come from?" Luo Yong smelled the faint smell of oil in the car and frowned.

"Yongzi, after you called me just now, I quickly went to borrow this car. This car may be leaking with oil. Don't mind. I'll change the car later." Luo Qiu said with a flattering smile while driving, "The main reason is that the fourth uncle has been keeping you low-key, so I didn't dare to publicize it, and I didn't dare to drive the fourth uncle's BMW to pick you up."

"Low-key? It's been shrinking for a month, and it's killing me!" Luo Yongzhi smiled proudly and said, "Tomorrow, the school will hand in the report to the city. When it is approved, and then deal with the recommended student test, I can stay at home and play games for a few months, and then go to Tsinghua University to report, and keep a low profile!"

"That's true!" Luo Qiu sighed for a long time and praised, "Yongzi, you are fighting for a breath this time. Our Luo family has not been born in Tsinghua University and Peking University for many years. This time, the ancestral grave is really smoking!"

"It has nothing to do with the ancestors. It depends on everyone's help, especially your hard work. If you hadn't deal with Fan Fei and Wang Jianchen, this matter would have been very uncertain. Hearing this, Luo Yong said happily, "Brother Qiu, it's my father's treat at noon. It's not fun. I'll treat you brothers for a drink alone tonight, and find some beautiful girlies. Let's have fun!"

"Yongzi, you can't play this kind of thing." Luo Qiu smiled bitterly and said, "If the third uncle and the fourth uncle know, they have to skin me."

"It's okay. They won't care about me now." Luo Yong said disapprovingly, "When I left Mingzhu No.1 Middle School, the fourth uncle refused to let the swallows follow. During this period, he insisted that he let me pretend to be a student, which made me suffocated. Now that the overall situation has been decided, it's time for me to celebrate tonight, right? As long as you don't tell my father, nothing will happen.

"Odeed, it's up to you. I'll arrange it." Luo Qiu pondered for a while in some embarrassment, and then replied reluctantly, "The backstage of the Dongyun Hotel opened by Zhao Yihua is hard. There is no note to check. Let's go to him. There are often places in his store. I asked him to arrange a beautiful place for you as much as possible, so that you will be satisfied!"

"Well, it's the best to get around, so you don't have to wear a condom. That's too weak." Luo Yong squinted and smiled.

"That's right, it's like washing feet with socks, it's annoying!" Luo Qiu smiled with the same feeling.

Although Luo Qiu's car drove fast, the window was tightly closed, so Luo Qiu and Luo Yong were not worried that these conversations would be heard by pedestrians on the road.

It's just that they obviously didn't notice that in the traffic behind Santana, there was a red motorcycle following them not far away. And Fan Fei was huddled behind the motorcycle driver and listened to their every conversation quietly.

The street was relatively noisy, so after getting on the motorcycle, Fan Fei immediately closed his eyes and used the hypnotic function to stimulate his hearing to the peak state, and accurately captured the very slight sound from the window.

When he heard the following dialogue, a touch of joy suddenly appeared on Fan Fei's face. He patted the driver on the shoulder and whispered, "Master, don't follow him. Go to the People's Hospital instead."

"What's the matter?" The motorcycle driver couldn't help asking.

"A relative of mine had an accident and the car ran away. It was said to be a Santana, but I didn't remember the license plate. But I just texted and asked. He said it was a silver car, not black. It can't be the car just now. Fan Fei replied, "Master, don't tell anyone about this. I still want to continue to look for that car in the county."

Although he was only facing a motorcycle driver, Fan Fei still carefully explained a few words to prevent the driver from telling others about it.

"That driver is really immoral! Don't worry, I won't tell anyone. But it's not a matter for you to look for it so randomly. Let the traffic police investigate it. The driver nodded sympathetically.

"Hmm." Fan Fei answered casually, and then turned his head and looked at the dusty Santana, with a smile.

His smile was very bright, but his eyes were particularly gloomy, with a little excitement.

Just like the steel wire cover he set up when he saw Uncle Zhong dealing with wild boars.