I really don't want to be reborn.

The next day was the day for formal classes. Public administration is known as a panacea major, and the things learned are all-encompassing, including "Principles of Management", "Western Economics", "Organizational Behavior", "Applied Statistics" and so on.

In the first few classes, except for Chen Hansheng, everyone listened very carefully. Even Yang Shichao bought a new notebook, put a pair of glasses on his nose, and carefully listed "one, two, three..." on the paper.

However, after two or three days, everyone was familiar with the rhythm of the university class, and many people relaxed their minds. Chen Hansheng was still sleeping.

"Brother Chen, why don't you listen?"

Li Zhennan, who was sitting next to him, saw that Chen Hansheng was either sleeping or drawing, so he wanted to remind him to pay attention to studying.

"I'm old, and I can't remember anything I learn."

Chen Hansheng replied lazily. He had a similar experience to Yang Shichao. The first and second pages of the newly bought notebook were full of content, but the handwriting began to be sloppy from the third page, and the fifth page and later were brand new.

"The boy is incorrigible. Old Four, you better listen to me, or you will definitely need me to tutor you in the final exam."

Yang Shichao acted like the boss of the dormitory and showed off his fair and standardized class notes.

Chen Hansheng curled his lips, thinking that Shen Youchu would be my girlfriend by the time of the final exam, and he needed your tutoring. However, he couldn't stand Yang Shichao's virtue of pretending to be a scholar, so he pushed his shoulder and said, "Let's go, catch them all in one fell swoop, CS Desert Gray."

"No, no, don't interfere with my studies."

Yang Shichao refused firmly.

"I'll treat you to a chicken leg meal at noon."

Chen Hansheng continued.

"It's not about the chicken leg meal, I want to study."

Yang Shichao still refused.

"Plus a bottle of soda."

"Don't be like this, Lao Si. Our parents sent us here to study..."

"I'll pay for the internet, too."

"Let's go. If you go too late, there might be no phone. Shao Qiang, don't pretend. The teacher has already talked about the fifth page, and you're still dawdling on the third page."

In this way, the three Internet-addicted teenagers began to skip classes for the first time in college, planning to evacuate the "General Theory of Mao Zedong" class during the break.

The good boy Li Zhennan would definitely not go. Jin Yangming was essentially a poor student. He wanted to play CS, but unfortunately no one paid attention to him.

The only person closest to Jin Yangming was Dai Zhenyou, and that was because of his mobile phone.

Although Jin Yangming didn't admit it, he really wanted to hang out with Chen Hansheng. He always felt that they were the "high-end circle", but he couldn't let go of the sense of superiority of being a local in Jianye, so he was entangled.

This entanglement caused a problem in their mentality. Just when Chen Hansheng and the other two were about to leave quietly, Jin Yangming suddenly shouted: "Report to the teacher!"

The "General Theory of Mao Zedong" was taught by an old man. He was almost scared by this shout. He pushed his reading glasses and asked: "What's the matter, classmate?"

Chen Hansheng and the other two were also startled and quickly sat back in their seats. Since the General Theory of Mao Zedong was a large class and the three classes of public administration were taught together, more than 100 students looked at Jin Yangming.

Jin Yangming gave the internet-addicted teenager a warning look, and then said loudly: "Teacher, you forgot to assign homework."

Before Chen Hansheng and the others could say anything, the other students all refused, thinking that this guy must be a fool. How could he remind the teacher to assign homework?

Fortunately, the teacher of "An Outline of Mao Zedong Thought" also knew that these metaphysical political thoughts were meaningless. He waved his hand and said, "Thank you for reminding this student. We mainly focus on self-study after class."

"Sixth Brother, are you mean? You did it on purpose."

Guo Shaoqiang, who returned to his seat, asked in a muffled voice.

Jin Yangyang snorted coldly and fiddled with his mobile phone without saying anything.

Chen Hansheng thought that Jin Yangming was hypocritical enough, shook his head and said, "Sixth Brother, come together. It will be more lively with more people."

Jin Yangming pretended to hesitate for a moment, and then reluctantly said, "Then you can't compete with me for the sniper."

"Okay, okay, I'll do whatever you want."

So the three of them became the four great kings. The first time they skipped classes in college, they were excited and a little nervous, unlike the sophomore year, when skipping classes almost became a habit of life.

However, at the school gate, a security guard stopped them and insisted on their signature before letting them go. Chen Hansheng guessed that it was the order of some college leader to use this method to intimidate freshmen not to skip classes.

"Just sign it, it's useless anyway."

Chen Hansheng signed it and left.

Jin Yangming was the second one, but when he saw the words "Humanities and Social Sciences Department Public Management Class 2, Li Zhennan" in front of him, he looked up at Chen Hansheng's back, cursed him secretly, and then quickly wrote "Humanities and Social Sciences Department Public Management Class 2, Dai Zhenyou".

Yang Shichao and Guo Shaoqiang did the same. In short, everyone successfully walked out of the campus, but before entering the Internet cafe, Chen Hansheng asked them to play first, and he would be back soon because he had something to do.

"Mysterious."

Although the other three people felt strange, they were soon immersed in the gunfire of "fire the hole".

Chen Hansheng left the Internet cafe and took out the part-time job form of "Shentong Express Recruiting Campus Agents" that he had torn off in the water room. The address on it was near Tianyuan East Road, which was not far from Yiwu Commodity Center. Chen Hansheng walked there in ten minutes.

This is a row of two-story shops facing the street. However, it was quite deserted in 2002. There was no subway, the community traffic was not much, and the spending power of college students was also limited. Therefore, the business of these shops facing the street was average, far less than that of Yiwu Commodity Center.

At present, only the Jiangling branch of Shentong Express is open, and many couriers are carrying and sorting packages at the door.

"There is no uniform uniform, rough picking, unsafe storage methods, and the current Shentong is a makeshift team from top to bottom."

Chen Hansheng thought about it, walked over and handed a cigarette to the courier: "Brother, is your manager here?"

The courier saw that it was a Hongjinling, which was a level higher than the Hongtashan that he often smoked. He clamped the cigarette on his ear and pointed the way happily: "Manager Zhong is on the second floor."

Chen Hansheng thanked him and went straight to the second floor. Along the way, he saw that the packages were randomly placed and the express documents were stuffed here and there. This extensive corporate management method just illustrates the overall status of the current express industry.

Pushing open the office on the second floor, the scene inside is similar to that on the first floor, except that there are two sets of dusty desks and a water dispenser.

A man in his forties was sitting on a chair, holding a cigarette in one hand and filling out a courier form with the other. When he saw Chen Hansheng coming in, he just glanced at him and asked, "Who are you looking for?"

"I saw this part-time job form at school."

Chen Hansheng took out the recruitment information and said.

"Oh."

The man took a look and asked casually, "Which school are you from?"

"School of Finance."

"It's too late. Your school already has an agent. You can only be his downline."

The middle-aged man continued to fill in the information after he finished speaking, but he always felt that the light seemed not as bright as before. He looked up and found that Chen Hansheng was still at the door.

"Didn't I tell you to go back? Your school already has a general agent."

The middle-aged man flicked the ash of his cigarette and said impatiently.

Chen Hansheng still didn't move his feet. He looked at the middle-aged man and said, "I just want to ask one more question, how can I replace that general agent?"