Chapter 50: 049 Many Things Seem Impossible, But With You, They Become Possible!

049 Many things seem impossible, but with you, they become possible!

Fang Qingye naturally had no reason to rush.

Life is important, safety comes first. He didn't want to be reborn, barely enjoy life, and then meet a car accident and die.

He returned to the shore to pack up his fishing gear, looking at the seven fish in the plastic bucket with some difficulty; it seemed he could only pour them back into the river, he couldn't possibly carry them to the municipal bank competition venue, could he?

Fang Qingye was just about to pour the plastic bucket into the river when he heard someone call out to him.

"Brother, what are you doing?"

He looked up and saw a middle-aged man in his forties standing not far away, wearing a straw hat, clearly a fishing enthusiast.

"Going to handle some urgent business; I can't take the fish, so I'm preparing to dump them." Fang Qingye told the truth.

Hearing this, the man quickly stepped forward, pulled a pack of Su cigarettes from his pocket, handed one to Fang Qingye, and said with a beaming smile: "Brother, I want to discuss something with you; can you sell the fish you caught to me? Market price!"

Fang Qingye waved his hand to indicate he didn't smoke, then asked: "What's this? Why don't you fish yourself?"

The man's face immediately became somewhat awkward.

"Sigh, my luck is just too bad today."

The man sighed again and introduced himself, saying he also liked fishing, but his skill was poor and he often came back empty-handed, which made his wife laugh at him.

Later he got smart; on days he didn't catch any fish, he would go to the city's agricultural market and buy a few fish to make up the numbers.

"Now that there are ready-made ones, I don't need to go to the agricultural market again." The middle-aged man said finally.

Fang Qingye laughed upon hearing this.

That's a good method...

"Just give them to you, why ask for money? Bring your bucket!"

"Then thank you very much!"

The man immediately scurried to a nearby fishing stall, fetched a plastic bucket, and Fang Qingye poured the fish into it.

"Heh... caught quite a lot, there's even a mandarin fish! You're a master." The man looked at the lively fish jumping in the bucket with a face full of admiration.

"Just average."

After Fang Qingye finished speaking, he packed up his stool and fishing gear and prepared to leave.

"Brother, what do you do for work? Will you come again next weekend?" The middle-aged man asked quickly.

"I work at a bank; as for next week, we'll see." Fang Qingye told the truth.

"I work at the Development and Reform Bureau; if you come fishing next week, I'll ask you to teach me how to fish." The man said.

"We'll talk about it then." Fang Qingye replied, carried the bucket, left the riverbank, got into his small car, wolfed down some bread and drank some water, then drove straight to the Jinghai city center.

It took less than an hour to arrive at the municipal bank competition venue; seeing Fang Qingye wearing a straw hat, a vest, and large shorts, everyone was shocked.

Is this the image to compete with?

Xia He also slightly frowned her beautiful eyebrows, but she knew Fang Qingye had been fishing, so it was impossible for him to be dressed like today's participants in white short-sleeved shirts and ties.

"Xiao Fang, have you eaten?" she asked with concern.

"Had some bread, it's no problem."

"That's good; the afternoon competition hasn't started yet, you find a place to rest first."

She couldn't say much more out of concern, so Xia He signaled Liu Meili to go to the organizing committee immediately to request a substitution.

At this moment, Zhang Rong, standing aside, couldn't help but ask in a low voice.

"Fang Qingye, how many characters can you type per minute?"

"That depends on the performance on the spot; it ranges from dozens to about a hundred characters." Fang Qingye told the truth.

Zhang Rong heard this and said nothing, only shaking his head slightly.

This performance is extremely unstable.

Chen Meimei, however, was very confident.

"Fang Qingye, I believe you will perform well today!"

"Why?" Fang Qingye asked.

"Because you are very calm; also, many things seem impossible, but with you, they become possible!" the Miss said.

Heh?

If it's about being calm, that is indeed true.

After all, having been reborn once and experienced many things, although he couldn't reach the state of being unmoved by favor or disgrace, or clouds rolling and unrolling, for a competition like this, there was truly nothing to be nervous about.

As for the second half of Chen Meimei's sentence, it was somewhat idealistic.

Liu Meili returned quickly, bringing news: the organizing committee agreed to the substitution.

"Xiao Fang, get ready; the competition is about to start." Liu Meili said.

Ready for what?

Fang Qingye really didn't know what was worth preparing for.

We aren't like some people who want to drink water or go to the toilet when nervous.

At two o'clock, the afternoon competition officially began.

Soon, Fang Qingye's name was called, and he entered the competition venue.

This place was originally the municipal bank's microcomputer room, temporarily used for the competition; Fang Qingye sat by computer number 7 according to the call number, and he noticed that the contestant at table number 8 next to him was a middle-aged woman with curly hair in her forties.

Isn't this Li Lifen?

Fang Qingye had seen her photo.

Li Lifen also noticed him; he was the young man temporarily substituted by the Nanxin Branch? His name was Fang Qingye.

Seeing him wearing a vest and large shorts, with a faint fishy smell on his body, she couldn't help but frown her eyebrows.

This is purely someone dragged in to make up the numbers.

The smell on this person.

So annoying!

I really want Chairman Yang to kick him out!

But she held back.

Having already used underhanded means to drive out those opponents using the Sogou input method, making this request again would be going too far.

That Liu Meili would probably come running to throw a tantrum again.

Forget it, just endure it.

Fang Qingye naturally paid no attention to the other person; he tested the computer keyboard.

Hmm... feels good.

The keyboard is quite high-end; it's actually a Logitech.

Huh, why is there a small piece of non-stick tape pasted on the top-left corner of the keyboard?

Did someone make a mark?!

A thought floated into Fang Qingye's mind.

Someone must have secretly brought their own keyboard into the computer room; naturally, one's own usual things are more convenient to use.

But how did it get installed on the computer I'm using?

A mistake?

Whatever, since it's on my own computer, I might as well use it well.

So convenient, an unexpected joy.

Of course, these thoughts flashed by in an instant,

and his attention focused on the sample text to be entered.

Fang Qingye carefully read the article; it was an economics piece.

Actually, for Wubi, whether one is familiar with the article's content or if there are technical terms doesn't matter; the key is looking at the root components of each character and how to break down the characters.

Fang Qingye quickly scanned it once, opened a Word document, placed his hands on the keyboard, and was ready for everything.

Li Lifen, over there, was somewhat nervous.

The keyboard in her hands is not the one she usually uses!

To ensure she could smoothly take first place, during lunch today, she privately approached an employee who arranged the competition—happily, someone she knew. She requested that the keyboard she normally uses be used for the competition, and she specifically made a mark on it, installing it on computer number 8.

This is the computer she will use for the competition in the future!

But she didn't expect her usual keyboard to be missing; by a twist of fate, it ended up on the neighboring Fang Qingye's computer!

Damn it!

But what could she say at this moment?

Request to swap keyboards with this Fang Qingye?

Only a fool on the other side would agree.

Moreover, wouldn't that obviously look suspicious?

At this moment, she felt a bit panicked.

The competition began quickly; the room was filled only with the crackling sound of typing.

Fang Qingye was fully focused, pushing his typing speed to the extreme.

Hmm, my condition is good today.

This keyboard is just so easy to use....