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Chapter 32 Entertainment Chapters

Chapter 32 Entertainment
(This chapter involves less content on the main line, which belongs to entertainment content. If you don’t like it, you can skip it, and it will not affect your viewing! The next chapter will return to normal!)

ps: This chapter was originally for my own entertainment. The mental state of this chapter is worrying. Because there are parts that affect the world view, the main text has been greatly deleted, and the original version has been transferred to the work.

Not recommended to watch without mental preparation!
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Early the next morning, Zhang Shijie and others got up early to buy clothes, mobile phones and apply for bank cards.

Afterwards, Zhang Shijie transferred 1 yuan to Sun Zhipeng through WeChat, and gave them valuables such as gold oceans and more valuable trophies that needed to be exchanged into RMB.

"You go sell these and then go to the second-hand car market to buy a car. Song Yunfei and I will go to the orphanage after buying some gifts. Call me in time if you have any problems!"

"Yes! Chief!"

Zhang Shijie asked Song Yunfei to carry a backpack containing the command knife seized from the leader of the First Squadron of the Songdao Brigade, Fujiwara Shinji, bought some fruits, and then took a taxi to the Qidian Orphanage.

As a Japanese nobleman, Fujiwara Shinji used an ancient sword in his family's collection. Compared with the mass-produced command swords used by other Japanese military officers, the ancient sword in the Fujiwara family's collection can be regarded as a treasure among the treasures.Although he is only a lieutenant squadron leader, his command sword is much better than that of the captain of the Matsushima Brigade, Major Matsushimaemon!

As a gift to the old dean who worked so hard to raise himself and a group of orphans, Zhang Shijie must choose the most precious one!
"I just don't know if the old dean likes this gift from me!" Zhang Shijie said worriedly.

"Chief, you are a little close to home and timid."

Zhang Shijie laughed at himself when he heard the words and did not reply.

After a 20-minute drive, Zhang Shijie and Song Yunfei arrived at the starting point orphanage.

Looking at the children running and playing in the open space of the orphanage, Zhang Shijie took out the fruits he had bought and distributed them to the children in the orphanage.

"Take it! One for everyone!"

After distributing the fruits, Zhang Shijie took Song Yunfei to the dean's office.

On the path leading to the dean's office, a boy came galloping.

Zhang Shijie stopped the child and asked, "Little friend, is the principal in the office?"

"The dean is here!"

Zhang Shijie patted his head, "Thank you!"

Zhang Shijie walked up to the dean along the path, "Dean! I'm back!"

When Chen Yuewen, the director of Qidian Orphanage, saw Zhang Shijie, his gloomy face turned into a smile.

"Stinky boy, if you still know how to come back and take a look, I didn't hurt you in vain!"

The three walked into the dean's office talking and laughing.

After entering the office, Zhang Shijie took out Fujiwara Shinji's command knife from Song Yunfei's backpack, put it on the table and pushed it towards Dean Chen.

"Dean, take a look!"

"Yo! Good stuff! Why, are you willing to give it to me?"

"Look at what you said, what is there to be reluctant to part with a knife!"

"I'm an old man, and I'm useless. The only thing that can help you children is the official contacts accumulated in the early years."

Dean Chen took out a business card from the drawer and handed it to Zhang Shijie, saying, "Go out and contact this person, he is also from our orphanage, just say that I asked you to contact him, and I can provide some help for your future plans."

Zhang Shijie took the business card and said, "I know you love me!"

 Occasionally, I also write something indecent to change my mind (/≧▽≦)/~┴┴
  
 
(End of this chapter)

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