Chapter 51: 050 What a Great Place to Hide

This afternoon's competition produced a major upset.

Li Lifen, known as the "Six-Finger Typing Demon," averaged only 141 characters per minute in the Chinese character entry event — a serious underperformance.

Meanwhile, the obscure young employee from the Nanxin Sub-branch, Fang Qingye, reached a typing speed of 151 characters per minute, taking first place in the event.

Nanxin Sub-branch finally won a championship in one event, which let the participating team hold their heads high; their overall ranking could finally land in the middle of the eight teams!

After the competition came the award ceremony. Fang Qingye went up on stage to receive his award, taking the certificate and a red envelope marked with a 20,000 yuan prize from the branch leaders.

It just looked a bit comical going up to receive an award in a tank top and big boxer shorts.

Of course the envelope didn't really contain twenty thousand yuan in cash — the money would be transferred directly to the winner's payroll card afterward.

After the competition, the team had dinner in Jinghai, then happily got on the bus back to Nanxin.

Fang Qingye naturally drove his own car home.

Once home, Fang Qingye quickly took a shower and changed into a clean set of clothes, only then feeling refreshed and clear-headed.

The phone tossed on the bed rang. Fang Qingye picked it up, saw it was Xia He calling, and answered without thinking.

"Are you home?"

"Mm, I'm here."

"I really didn't expect you to type that fast."

"You've already said that several times," Fang Qingye said, a bit helpless. "Senior, you're way too excited today!"

"Of course I'm excited — you don't know, our branch sent a lot of new people to compete this time, and the other branches were all waiting to see us make fools of ourselves. You saw that look on Director Hu's face before the competition! After the results came out he totally wilted... hmph!"

"This also fully proves from another angle that my decision to heavily use new people in the competition was completely correct!"

"Senior's decision is correct! Senior's decision is wise!" Fang Qingye answered lazily.

"Heh... that's some slogan you're shouting. One more thing, don't worry — I won't treat you as just a typist, that would be too unfair to you. I've already instructed Director Wu not to assign you any extra typing tasks!"

That's more like it...

Fang Qingye was genuinely a bit worried about that issue.

In the workplace, the more capable you are, the more work you get.

But with Xia He around, that problem doesn't exist.

"Hey, Xiao Fang, you earned twenty thousand yuan in prize money. On the bus, everyone said you should treat us." Xia He added.

"Senior, it's understandable for others to ask me to treat, but you can't say that... I helped the unit, helped you earn face, and instead of treating me, you're trying to fleece me?!"

"Don't worry about that — how could I shortchange our big hero? I already discussed it with President Su yesterday: the sub-branch will match the prize money for the winners! Whatever the branch awards, we award the same! Satisfied now?

Doesn't that mean another twenty thousand yuan?

That's more like it...

"Satisfied! Senior, next time we go play, I'll treat and pay for the court!" Fang Qingye answered with a smile.

"Cheapskate! At least add a milk tea!"

On Friday, Fang Qingye and Xia He went to Yikangyuan to play, and sure enough he paid for the court and the milk tea.

After playing, Xia He held a milk tea and sipped it with great relish, sighing as she drank:

"Sigh, I'm done for."

"What's done for?"

"I'd already quit milk tea long ago, but since I started playing with you, now I'm drinking it again... if I gain weight I'm blaming you."

Fang Qingye picked up his milk tea and took a sip, too lazy to bother with her.

Life returned to calm, and his attention shifted to the stock market.

Yanjing Tourism had taken off from June 20, climbing from around 12 yuan all the way to 29 yuan now — a gain of 1.41 times. Time to sell!

After getting home that evening, Fang Qingye opened Tonghuashun and put all his 1,240 lots of Yanjing Tourism up to sell at 29.0 yuan.

Just wait for the market to open tomorrow and collect the money!

Closing Tonghuashun, Fang Qingye went invisible and logged onto QQ.

Strangely, the Dongguan girl's avatar wasn't flashing today.

He glanced at a few classmate groups — all just idle chatter with nothing of value, so naturally he ignored them. He'd left quite a few stock groups, and the ones he hadn't were basically muted — nothing to worry about.

As for that "IQ Over 150" clown group, he was even too lazy to tap it open.

The next day, all the stocks were sold. This time he netted 2,245,387 yuan, bringing his total capital to roughly 3.59 million yuan!

Not bad, not bad...

Fang Qingye was very satisfied — he could count as a small rich man now, right?

He'd rest for a while first and see.

Making money — no rush, take it slow. If all you think about every day is this, how is that any different from before the rebirth?

Fang Qingye closed Tonghuashun and opened Warcraft.

On August 8th, the Olympics opened in Yanjing, drawing the attention of the whole nation; everyone was immersed in the joy the grand sporting event brought.

Fang Qing didn't really care either.

Apart from badminton, he wasn't very interested in other sports — besides, he'd watched them before the rebirth.

Still, Old Maozi's directed opening ceremony was genuinely good. Looking back at later ones, especially Tokyo and Paris, what on earth were those?

A bunch of demons dancing wildly.

Coming home from work this afternoon, his dad Fang Jianwen — who rarely ate at home on weekday afternoons — had actually come home early. During dinner with the three of them, Fang Qingye heard his dad say: "Xiao Ye, tomorrow your mom and I are planning to go out of town for a while."

Oh...

The critical moment for choosing schools and assigning classes for the middle school entrance had arrived. These past few days people had already been coming to find his dad one after another — looks like he was going to slip away to take it easy again.

"Where are you going?" Fang Qingye asked.

"It's all planned. This time we're going to the Hulunbuir Grassland — the plane tickets are already booked."

Ouch..... what a great hiding spot.

Fang Qingye grumbled inwardly, then asked.

"Where are you two flying to? Huijing or Shencheng?"

"Shencheng, direct flight to Hulunbuir."

"Then how about I take a day off tomorrow and drive you to the airport?" Fang Qingye thought for a moment and said.

Dad disagreed: "Just focus on your job! We'll take the train or a coach bus ourselves!"

Unexpectedly, Mom said: "What's wrong with our son driving us? It's the middle of summer and you insist on squeezing onto a bus? Refusing to enjoy a blessing, really..... Xiaoye, take the day off!"

"Okay!"

After dinner, Fang Qingye sent a text message to Wu Shengli and Xia He respectively, explaining that something had come up at home and he needed a day off; it was approved almost immediately.

The next morning after breakfast, Fang Qingye loaded his parents' luggage into the trunk, drove his parents onto the highway straight to Shencheng, and it took a full three hours to reach Hongqiao Airport.

He found a nearby restaurant to have lunch, saw his parents through the security checkpoint, and only then did Fang Qingye drive back to the county. By the time he got home, it was almost five in the afternoon.

No one at home, freedom at last.....

He turned on the air conditioner, took a shower, changed into a tank top and baggy shorts, and being too lazy to cook for just himself, he went to a restaurant outside the neighborhood and had a bowl of sour bean rice. It was the middle of summer and he didn't want to go anywhere, so once home he prepared to turn on the computer and play a round of Warcraft. The game hadn't even finished loading when he heard someone knocking on the door.

He went out of the bedroom to open the door and saw a middle-aged man, nearly forty, standing at the doorway, a briefcase tucked under his arm.

"Is Principal Fang here?" The man saw Fang Qingye open the door and his face broke into a smile.

"My dad's not home. He and my mom went out traveling." Fang Qingye stood at the doorway, with no intention of letting him in.

A look of disappointment immediately crossed the man's face, and he pressed: "When will he be back?"

"I'm not sure about that, but he'll definitely be back before school starts."

The man hesitated, then finally said: "My name is Zhang Jie. Everything I asked your dad to handle is written in an envelope. Please pass it along to your father." Having said that, he pulled out a thick envelope from his briefcase and stuffed it into Fang Qingye's hand.

"No, no." Fang Qingye hurriedly refused: "I can't accept it, otherwise my dad will scold me to death when he gets back..... How about this, I'll give you my dad's cell number, and you can tell him directly whatever you need to say."

"Good, good, thank you." The man put the envelope back into his bag, and as he went downstairs he took out his own phone — it looked like he was about to make a call.

Fang Qingye laughed inwardly.

If you can get through at this time, I'll be impressed!

It turned out that Fang Jianwen's phone was a dual-SIM device, and at this time his work number had long been switched off.....