Chapter 917

Fangzhuang is a famous wealthy area in Beijing in this era.

Every day, there are housing purchase advertisements for Fangzhuang on TV. From 1,200 yuan per square meter when it opened in 1989 to now, in just three or four years, it has risen to over 2,000.

The building shapes cover slab buildings, tower buildings, as well as frog-style, windmill-style, etc. According to the current salary standard, it is the ceiling for a wage earner to save a thousand yuan a year.

Even buying a small apartment would take a hundred years to save up, which is not much different from the difficulty of buying a house in Beijing more than 20 years later. Therefore, in this era, being able to have a three-bedroom apartment in Fangzhuang is equivalent to having a central villa private mansion more than 20 years later.

And those who can live here, besides the nouveau riche who got rich first, are government agency staff from the Ministry of Foreign Trade, Ministry of Foreign Affairs, Ministry of Culture, General Administration of Sport of China, the four major banks, and the Beijing municipal government. In addition, there are film and television celebrities.

In a European-style villa with a private garden and swimming pool, Song Ziyi was wearing pajamas, leaning on a lounge chair by the swimming pool, holding a glass of red wine, shaking it gently.

Song Zihui was wearing sunglasses and a swimsuit, lying on a lounge chair on the other side. It has to be said that although this woman's character is not very good, her figure and skin are really good. Under the sunlight, it flashed with a faint luster, as if it could produce water if pinched.

Song Ziyi took a shallow sip of wine. "Reporting tomorrow, is everything prepared?"

Song Zihui said lazily, "What's there to prepare? It's not like I can live there every day."

Song Ziyi frowned. "This semester, you have to live in the dormitory every day to build a relationship with her."

Song Zihui suddenly turned over and sat up, just about to flare up, but seeing Song Ziyi's serious face, she lay back down.

"Do you know how many people are in the dormitory?"

"Eight!" Song Ziyi took another sip of wine.

"What?" At this, Song Zihui finally couldn't hold back the anger in her heart. "You want me to live with seven bumpkins and lower-class people, and also live for a semester?"

"You can choose to return to the United States." Song Ziyi said indifferently. "But I won't give you another cent of pocket money."

Song Zihui looked at her big brother angrily, weighing the pros and cons. Whether to choose to return to the United States or choose pocket money, in the end, she surrendered to money.

"Hmph!"

Song Ziyi snorted coldly. "If you want to continue living the life of an upper-class person, then you have to make sacrifices for the family."

Song Zihui lay down again and stopped bothering with Song Ziyi.

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August 23, 1993, the sixth day of the seventh lunar month, Monday!

At this time, the Academy of Fine Arts was still in Wang Fujing. The school gate was located on the west side of Xiaowei Hutong in the north-south direction. To the east, it was adjacent to Xiehe Hospital, Dongfeng Market, and the Wang Fujing Traffic Team, as well as Quanjude Roast Duck...

Zhou Andong, Jian Qiu, An Jing, and Zhou Anqin came over after finishing breakfast at Dicos.

Zhou Andong was wearing a white undershirt, floral shorts, and flip-flops, with sunglasses on his face.

This guy wanted to be low-key, but the three women were not low-key at all.

Just like sisters, wearing the same style of jeans, white shirts, and travel shoes.

Each dragging a suitcase and swaggering through the streets attracted a lot of attention.

It also brought a lot of attention to Zhou Andong, who wanted to be low-key.

Fortunately, he was wearing an undershirt, shorts, and flip-flops, and carrying a large luggage bag, making people think he was a hired laborer.

Zhou Andong stood at the gate of the Academy of Fine Arts. Two typical large iron gates from the 50s and 60s separated the campus from the bustling city. Next to it hung an iron sign for No. 5 Xiaowei Hutong.

Inside the gate was a flower bed, and in the flower bed was an old pine tree. Behind the flower bed was the main building door of the U-shaped teaching building. Dense ivy decorated the U-shaped building to be secluded and quiet. The horizontal plaque of the Central Academy of Fine Arts hung on the lintel of the main building door.

"Let's go in!" An Jing, Jian Qiu, and Zhou Anqin dragged their suitcases into the school gate.

Zhou Andong carried the luggage bag, followed behind them, listening to An Jing introducing the school to Zhou Anqin.

"This U-shaped building is the main teaching building. It has two floors, just like two horseshoes stacked together. Over there is the exhibition hall, and next to it is that twelve-story high building.

Floors 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, and 9 are student dormitories. Floors 8 and 9 are international student floors. We call that place the Special Zone floor. Floors 5, 6, and 7 are male dormitories, and floor 4 is the female dormitory.

In addition, this building has two other places. One is the staff canteen, which is much more high-end than the student canteen. In the future, you will eat in the staff canteen. Since last year, you don't need to exchange meal tickets; you can buy directly with money."

Zhou Anqin shook her head. "I'd better go to the student canteen to eat."

"You decide this yourself, but there are quite a few students who eat in the staff canteen. Sometimes, students with poor family conditions will also go to the staff canteen to improve their meals from time to time."

An Jing didn't require Xiaoqin to eat in the staff canteen. "The second place is the tiered classroom. Public courses are all held in the tiered classrooms of that building. Many celebrities have stood on the podium there to give lectures..."

The four people stood in front of the main teaching building. The five big characters 'Welcome New Students' written on red paper were pasted on the wall next to it.

Students carrying large and small bags passed by from time to time. Whether male or female, it was rare to see parents accompanying them.

Zhou Andong looked at those students. "Today is the first day of reporting. I thought there wouldn't be many new students."

An Jing asked, "You are also a college student. What was your mood when you received the admission notice back then?"

"Mood, huh!" Zhou Andong tried hard to recall. "Very excited, looking forward to the day of reporting arriving quickly every day."

"That's it." An Jing said with a smile. "Every student who receives a college admission notice will be the same as you were back then. Therefore, the first three days are the peak period for reporting."

"Classmate!" A Mandarin with a heavy Shanxi accent sounded from behind. "Excuse me, where do new students report?"

The four people turned back. Standing behind them was a girl, medium height, chubby figure, round face, and ear-length short hair. Maybe because the weather was too hot, her face was red.

She was carrying a large nylon silk bag on her shoulder, a military green backpack on her body, and a large net bag in her hand, which contained a washbasin, thermos, enamel cup, towel, and some toiletries.

"Are you a new student coming to report?"

Zhou Andong was very surprised. This girl looked like she was 23 or 24 years old. Could it be that she looked old?

"Yes!" The chubby girl nodded.

An Jing said with a smile, "Reporting is over there at the exhibition hall. You come with us."

The four people plus the chubby girl passed through the palm-sized playground between the twelve-story high building and the U-shaped building, and saw two long tables placed in front of the exhibition hall. Three teachers were sitting there, and many students were already queuing up to fill out data forms in front.