How Should I Choose?

A few days later, Mingyang received a call from Zheng Qian, in which Zheng Qian informed Yang Zhe of the outcome.

Yang Zhe is a uneducated person, but he is very tough and insists on not saying anything. He clearly knows that if he does say something, no one will be able to help him. As long as he does not say anything, someone will naturally do it. Things to come.

The task force is also helpless, but it has completed the task of Secretary Zheng of the provincial capital ZFW and has now returned to the provincial capital.

Mingyang also sighed after hanging up the phone. Although he knew who was behind Yang Zhe, there was no evidence to bring him down.

Simply don’t think about it anymore.

Ming Zhonghe also acquired Zhao Qitai's company. The company under Yang Zhe's name has been sealed and will be auctioned in the near future.

Zhao Qitai also had no use for him. He originally wanted to kill Yang Zhe with his own hands, but unexpectedly the Qilin Group took action and sent him directly to prison. This also made Zhao Qitai feel the strength of the Qilin Group.

But Ming Zhonghe still tried his best to invite Zhao Qitai to take charge of the renamed Qilin Pharmacy chain. Zhao Qitai hesitated for a moment. Although Yang Zhe had already joined, his company had been sold, and he had spare money, he could continue to run pharmacies all his life. He doesn't know anything else.

What's more, if they continue to operate, they will face the wealthy Kirin Group.

Zhao Qitai finally agreed.

Mingyang had nothing to do these days. He worked out at home, played games, and continued to harvest U.S. stocks in the evening. On Friday night, the total assets of the three U.S. stock accounts reached 21.5 billion U.S. dollars. Mingyang did not hesitate and transferred them all to own HSBC account in Hong Kong.

Mingyang has no intention of transferring money back to China in the short term. The balance of his domestic bank card has exceeded 100 billion, so there is really no need to transfer it back.

Zhang Zimeng and Huang Jiawen wanted to come to the villa on Friday, but Mingyang stopped them because tomorrow is Saturday and the day of the civil service examination.

…

Mingyang got up early on Saturday morning, took the admission ticket he printed out a few days ago, and drove his Bentley Continental GT to the examination room. There was not much traffic jam along the way. The examination center where Mingyang was located was very remote, and it was not. Wherever there is a traffic jam during the morning rush hour, Mingyang arrived in twenty minutes.

Under the envious eyes of other candidates, Mingyang parked the car nearby.

After looking at his watch, it was already 8:30, and after estimating the walking time, Mingyang got out of the car and walked towards the test center with his admission ticket.

The passing candidates felt strange about Mingyang.

If this person is so rich, why should he still take the civil service exam? This line of work is so demanding now? Come to the exam in a Bentley!

Mingyang ordered a huazi before entering the examination room. He thought about whether to give him a perfect score for a while. Thinking that a perfect score would be a bit arrogant, Mingyang shook his head and thought to himself, "I'll be done with just a few mistakes in a while."

Mingyang sat in the classroom and waited for the arrival of 8:50. At this time, the test papers will be distributed. Some anxious candidates will sneak a few glances when the test papers are handed out. Candidates who are discovered will also be reminded by the invigilator. A few scare words.

"Dear candidates, we will now start distributing test papers. Please ask two candidates to come forward and bear witness."

The invigilator randomly selected two candidates and opened the test paper in front of the eyes of all the candidates.

As the test papers continued to be distributed, candidates began to write their own information.

Mingyang also wrote calmly after receiving the test paper.

After I finished writing, I didn’t even have the desire to turn over the test paper.

Mingyang looked around and saw that there were many people looking at the test papers secretly, but there were too few candidates like Xiang Mingyang who followed the rules and disciplines!

If he didn't have special powers, Mingyang would definitely be like the other candidates around him, but now Mingyang just wants time to pass quickly.

The bell rang at 9 o'clock on time.

Mingyang skipped the step of writing and drawing on the test paper. He had plenty of time, so he directly picked up the question card and looked at the questions one by one.

After deliberately filling in a few questions incorrectly, Mingyang rubbed his sore neck and looked at his Patek Philippe watch. Twenty minutes had just passed.

Mingyang checked it again and found that everything else was filled in correctly except for the ones he deliberately filled out incorrectly.

Mingyang raised his hand at this time.

The invigilator came over, approached Mingyang and asked, "What's wrong? Is there something wrong?"

The invigilator is a middle-aged man in his fifties.

"Teacher, I have finished writing. I want to hand in the paper in advance!" Mingyang's voice was not loud, but it seemed abrupt in the quiet classroom!

It caused a critical hit of 10,000 points to the surrounding candidates.

"Holy crap, is this person really fake? He finished his answer in just half an hour?"

"That's nonsense. I definitely took the exam naked and came here to try my luck!"

"If I can pass the exam, I will stand on my head and eat flying!"

The candidates around me thought in their hearts.

The invigilator was also a little confused. He comes to invigilate exams every year, but this was the first time he heard that papers were handed in early.

"This examinee, we have regulations and cannot hand in papers in advance!" the invigilator said calmly.

After he finished speaking, he glanced at Mingyang's answer sheet.

It’s all filled in, but I don’t know the accuracy.

Hey, this kid doesn’t know what he’s here for. In such a short time, he’s completely blind at first glance. The invigilator was a little disdainful of Mingyang's behavior.

When Mingyang heard the invigilator's answer, he reluctantly said "I understand" and lay down on the table.

Civil service examinations are not allowed to submit papers in advance to avoid leaking examination paper information in advance and to ensure the fairness of the examination to the greatest extent.

The previous Mingyang exams didn't have enough time, so how could they pay attention to such a thing.

Mingyang lay on the table and fell asleep in a daze.

The invigilator just shook his head when he saw it. As long as he didn't hand in the papers in advance and didn't affect other candidates, he could just sleep.

Ring ring ring~

The bell rang, and Mingyang woke up in shock. He patted his chest, cursed under his breath, and shook his numb arm.

The teacher is also collecting papers.

Behind him, a young man in his twenties wearing glasses poked Mingyang with a pen.

Mingyang turned around blankly and asked, "What's wrong, buddy!"

"Brother, aren't you just wasting your registration fee? It's quite expensive!"

Mingyang was speechless, I didn't spend your money!

But Mingyang still said politely: "You misunderstood, buddy. I know all these questions. I can know the answers at a glance. It's too simple for me, hey!"

The young man at the back listened to Mingyang's bragging and scolded Mingyang for pretending, but he still said: "Brother, you are awesome." After that, he shut his mouth.

Mingyang had no desire to continue talking to him.

There will also be a scientific application discussion in the afternoon.

After handing in the paper, Mingyang ignored the phone he handed in and followed the other candidates out of the classroom.

In the afternoon, in the same seat, Mingyang looked at the application paper in his hand and shook his head slightly. After a brief glance at the four questions, Mingyang knew that it was stable. There were no new question types, it was still the same as before.

Mingyang spent one and a half hours to finish the first three small questions, and another fifty minutes to finish the final essay.

Mingyang shook his sore hands, waited until the bell rang, and handed in the paper.

The candidates in the back were also a little confused. Why did the guy in front of him sleep in the morning and answer the questions seriously in the afternoon? But judging from the way he did in the morning, his chances of passing the exam should be low!

After handing in the paper, Mingyang drove the Bentley back home.