Poverty alleviation variety show goes to the countryside, my talent can no longer be hidden

Chapter 40 Brother, are you kidding me?
It took a lot of effort for Zhou Hao to break free from the girls' encirclement, and he was already sweating profusely.

It's unbearable, he's like a wolf or a tiger!

Just as he was about to go home, he saw his coach running towards him with a fawning smile on his face.

"Brother, do you smoke?"

Zhou Hao was speechless. "Coach, just say what you want to say. I'm in a hurry to go home for dinner."

"Hey." The coach whispered, "Well... since you are so familiar with Xu Lingyue, can you help me get her autographed album?"

What the hell!
Zhou Hao was about to refuse, but the coach interrupted him and said, "Don't worry, I won't ask you for anything. I will help you pass the field test and the road test."

"As long as you don't crash your car into a tree, you'll pass!"

Zhou Hao sneered.

How difficult can it be to get a driver's license? It's not impossible to pass it if you are self-reliant.

"Also, you don't have to squeeze for a seat with them. Just come an hour early every morning and I'll give you a private lesson. After you finish, you can go back and enjoy the air conditioning."

This can be!
Learning to drive outside in a temperature of 36 or 37 degrees every day is really like living hell!
“Which album do you like?”

"'Blowing Dreams Back to Xizhou'!"

"Okay, got it."

"Thanks, brother." The coach grabbed Zhou Hao's hand and shook it vigorously. "I won't bother you anymore. Go slowly."

When he let go, Zhou Hao found a supermarket card in his hand.

Denomination: Five hundred.

When I looked up again, the coach had already disappeared.

This is strange. It has always been students who give gifts to coaches. I have never heard of a coach giving gifts to students...

This coach is a true fan!

When he got home, he saw Li Guiqin wearing reading glasses and typing on the computer, looking more serious than he was when he was doing the college entrance examination questions.

"Mom, what are you doing so serious?"

Snapped!
Li Guiqin slammed the table in annoyance, "What are you yelling about? You don't even know what you are getting at."

Zhou Hao leaned over to take a look...it was filled with the cost of materials used for decoration.

"Mom, you don't have to work so hard. Why don't you just outsource it to a decoration company?"

"What are you talking about? Of course you have to take care of your own house." Li Guiqin said anxiously, "Your cousin outsourced her wedding house to a decoration company, but after living there for less than half a year, there were problems everywhere. Do you think it's reliable?"

"Besides, you can save a lot of money if you purchase the materials yourself! It's not easy for you to earn a little money after working until late at night every day. You can save a little bit, because you will need money a lot in the future."

Zhou Hao shut up obediently. Ms. Li has always been stubborn and opinionated, and it is impossible to persuade her.

"Hurry up and take a shower. You stink of sweat." Li Guiqin waved her hand. "How was your study today?"

"It's not a big problem. I should be able to pass the exam in one go."

"Go ahead and brag. It won't be me who will be embarrassed if I fail the exam."

"impossible."

"Its mouth is harder than a crab claw." Li Guiqin rolled her eyes. "By the way, try not to go out the day after tomorrow."

"Why?" Zhou Hao looked curious.

"Don't you check the weather forecast?"

Li Guiqin frowned and said, "There is a typhoon. Although it landed in the northern part of Fujian Province and only touched the edge here, it is still a strong typhoon of level 15. It is powerful enough to touch the edge. It is safer to stay at home."

"Okay, got it."

After taking a shower and having dinner, Zhou Hao began to shut himself in and write.

It was already eleven o'clock in the evening when the task was completed. By then, one could clearly hear the increasingly fierce sound of wind outside the window, causing the old stainless steel window frames to rattle.

Looking out the window, the trees along the street began to shake their heads wildly as if they were on drugs, and the rustling sound of leaves rubbing against each other continued.

The typhoon is really coming.

However, this thing is basically an annual regular program in Zhouhai City, and people have long been accustomed to it.

Before going to bed, he habitually opened his mobile phone and found an unread Fetion message.

The message came from Xu Lingyue: "Where did the font on the note come from?"

Zhou Hao quickly typed a reply, his face not blushing and his heart not beating: "I just messed around with it."

There was no reply for a long time, so I thought he had gone to sleep. But when he came back from washing up, the reply was already in my phone.

"My grandpa said he had never seen this kind of font. Have you applied for copyright?"

Zhou Hao was suddenly shocked. What the hell?

I almost forgot that fonts can also be copyrighted!
Once a good artistic font is used commercially on a large scale, the profits will be staggering.

Any formal advertising company or graphic design company with a bit of class has to pay a large amount of copyright fees for various artistic fonts every year!
If you want to use a popular art font, you will have to pay at least several thousand yuan every year, and a one-time purchase price can be as high as hundreds of thousands or even more!
Multiply it by the number of related companies in China...

Every year, all kinds of strange and bizarre artistic fonts appear on the market, and they even use real names as prefixes...all of them are targeting this piece of market cake!
"Thank you for the reminder. I will go to handle the formalities in two days."

"You're welcome.gif"

After a few chats, Zhou Hao basically understood that once Xu Lingyue started posting pictures and slacking off, it basically meant "serving tea and seeing the guest off".

While the other party was still online, he quickly begged for alms: "Can you give me a signed album of "Blowing Dreams Back to Xizhou"? I need it."

"OK.jpg"

Okay, if we continue talking, I'm afraid we'll end up with cold violence.

Quickly say thank you and end.

I slept until dawn, and there was a strong wind outside the window. All the shops along the street had closed their doors, and a whole row of roller shutters were vibrating and banging.

There were basically no pedestrians on the road, and even the traffic volume was much smaller.

When he finished washing up and walked into the living room, Li Guiqin had already prepared breakfast for him, a bowl of fragrant noodles with scallion oil.

"This typhoon is so scary, it feels like it's more than level 15." Li Guiqin was cracking melon seeds while watching the live news on TV.

In the news footage, a reporter from the provincial TV station was doing live reporting in the strong wind. His raincoat was blown away with a loud noise, and he looked like a kite, as if he would soar up into the sky at any time.

Even though he was shouting at the top of his lungs, the sound coming into the microphone was still weak and unclear.

In the background picture, there is already a terrible mess. From time to time, strange things fly through the sky, which looks scary.

"Once this typhoon passes, southern Zhejiang and northern Fujian will probably suffer." Li Guiqin sighed, "I wonder how many more people will die..."

Hearing this, Zhou Hao's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

Isn’t Siyuan Village in the southwest of Zhejiang Province? ! !

He dropped his chopsticks and didn't even bother to wipe his mouth, he ran straight to the TV.

In the lower right corner of the news screen, the typhoon's movement path and future path forecast are displayed in real time.

The yellow dotted line directly passes through the area where Siyuan Village is located!
"What are you doing? Don't block me." Li Guiqin complained.

After hesitating for a while, he immediately ran back to his room, picked up his mobile phone and called Yang Tiezhu.

No one heard.

Hit again.

Still no answer.

Zhou Hao knew that something big was going to happen.

It is very likely that the entire Siyuan Village has already begun emergency mobilization...

Siyuan Village is high on the outside and low on the inside, surrounded by mountains of various sizes, like a natural washbasin. The only water storage valve, Siyuan Lake, always makes things more difficult at critical moments.

During the six years I taught there, the village was almost always flooded every time a typhoon passed through, and it was a horrible sight.

This time, Siyuan Village is facing a super typhoon of level 15 or above!

Although I have no direct relationship with Siyuan Village now, I am not a plant after all. I have stayed there for six years, so I still have some feelings for it!
How to do?
"Ding--"

The electronic sound in my mind suddenly rang.

"You have a new mission to accept."

Damn, you're coming for a mission at this time, don't you think there's not enough work?
"New mission 'Don't forget your original intention': donate 100,000 yuan to Siyuan Village within one week, and release an inspirational charity song under the name 'Teacher Zhou'."

"Mission Reward: Ability Card (Large) x1, Memory Card (Medium) x1, Entry Slot +1."

The reward was generous, but Zhou Haoren felt a little numb and couldn't say a word for a long time.

Donating 100,000 yuan is no problem, and composing a charity song is also possible.

But the question is...posting it under the name of "Teacher Zhou"?
Brother System, you want me to hide my identity, but you also want me to show off in front of others.

Are you playing with me?

(End of this chapter)