Chapter 8: Is this really the 90s?

　　 "Is it a bit too much?"
　　 After Song Xiaodan left, Shen Jiannan, who hadn't worn his pants, lay on the bed and said to himself.
　　 What he did today is a bit unnatural. He asked for money as soon as he had done it. It seemed a bit different.
　　 But Shen Jiannan soon put away this meaningless thought. Since Song Xiaodan agreed to be so neat, it can only show that he was satisfied with his service last night.
　　 "I have to thank that bowl of mutton soup, the effect is better than the legendary Mala Tang."
　　 "Just treat it as a transaction!"
　　 Shen Jiannan, who used his shamelessness to the extreme, quickly felt at ease. Anyway, everyone is an adult, and gender equality is emphasized these days. Then it is not reasonable and reasonable for him to work hard to get rewards.
　　 Dressed and got up, but when he pulled up the quilt and was about to fold it up, Shen Jiannan couldn't feel at ease.
　　 is not pretending.
　　 The corner of Shen Jiannan's mouth raised a smile, a smile that was both self-satisfied and self-deprecating.
"The essence of value is quantitative existence, which is the ubiquitous quantitative things, beings, and facts in nature and human phenomena. As a philosophical category of quantitative existence, it has the highest universality and generality, so value is quantity The value is not wrong.
　　 So what determines the value?
　　 value.
　　Theoretically, value is the value represented by various equivalent standards or exchange standards, such as cost, replacement cost, market value, etc.
　　 value embodies the socially necessary labor in a commodity, and its final quantity depends on the amount of socially necessary labor time required to produce the commodity. So in theory, things that are not processed by human labor, such as air, have no value even if they have use value for people.
　　 But in fact, the final decision when determining the magnitude of value does not depend on its cost and other factors, so the philosophical concept of value is a pseudo concept. "
　　 In a classroom of Huahai University majoring in economics, Shen Jiannan dressed in a neat Chinese tunic was standing on the podium and chatting.
He smiles like a spring breeze, giving people a very trustworthy feeling, and his powerful tone makes people involuntarily believe everything he says, so no one finds that this guy doesn’t even have a textbook in his hand, let alone knows. The words in this guy's mouth are all fallacies.
"Why do you say that?
　　 Have you heard about the Clivia in Changchun a few years ago? "
　　 Under Shen Jiannan's question, a girl in the middle of the classroom raised her hand excitedly, looking like she could not wait to speak immediately.
　　 "I would like to invite this student to speak."
　　 Shen Jiannan smiled and said to the girl who raised her hand.
　　 The girl who raised her hand blushed first and then stood up immediately, she said.
"My home is in Changchun. I was only in the third grade at that time. I heard my mother say that the minimum number of Clivia on the street is 1,500 pots, and some varieties are 20,000 to 30,000. Once I read the newspaper and saw a crown. The car cannot be exchanged for a pot of "Phoenix Crown" variety of Clivia."
"What now?"
　　 "Now there are dozens of pots of Clivia planted in the yard behind my house."
　　 When the girl's words fell, the class was silent for a moment.
　　 The lowest pot is fifteen thousand, some twenty to thirty thousand, and some pots can be exchanged for a small car. Not that dozens of pots are worth hundreds of thousands at least.
　　 "Tan Chunyan, your family is so rich?"
　　 "I'll go, Tan Chunyan, your family is the landlord master!"
　　 "Dozens of pots, isn't that at least hundreds of thousands?"
　　 "So rich."
　　 "......"
　　 The girl with a voice called Tan Chunyan blushed no different from cooked prawns, she waved her hands and said eagerly.
　　 "No, no, those are all my father picked up on the street later, and now no one wants a dollar or a pot."
　　 "No one wants a dollar or a pot?"
　　 "Isn't it said that a pot is at least one thousand five?"
　　 "Why no one wants your family to grow so much?"
　　 "My dad said that the price was so high before, now we will raise it first, and if we can raise it to half of the original price in the future, we will make a fortune."
　　 "......"
　　 The rush of discussion filled Shen Jiannan's face with a smile. He liked this feeling of being a teacher more and more. He waved his hand to stop the students from discussing, Shen Jiannan said.
"According to my investigation, Clivia was just an ordinary potted plant in some families in 1983. It was similar to the wild chrysanthemums on our campus. However, it took two years for the price to rise all the way. During this period, the role of Clivia was other than viewing. There is no other incredible effect besides sex. Its planting cost is the same as it was two years ago. It can be planted with just a touch of soil and a bowl of water.
　　 Then why does it soar to a sky-high price when the fundamentals have not changed? And why is it worthless to change from a sky-high price when the fundamentals have not changed? "
　　 Quiet, extremely quiet.
　　 Why did Shen Jiannan's two students let the students in the class look at him without blinking?
　　 Everyone wants to know this answer, and everyone knows what it means behind the meaning it represents.
　　 But at this moment, a crisp bell rang.
　　 "Dang, Dang, Dang..."
　　 "Students, this is the end of today's get out of class, now it's over."
　　 Boom!
　　 Fry the pan.
　　 "Mr. Shen, don't leave get out of class, you are telling us."
　　 "Yes, Mr. Shen. You can talk about it again."
　　 "Mr. Shen!"
　　 "......"
　　The boys in the class looked at Shen Jiannan with imploring eyes, and some bold girls even rushed to the podium coquettishly and muttered to him to talk more.
　　 Boys are directly ignored by someone, and the eyes, coquettish movements, and coquettish tone of dozens of girls at UU Reading www.uukanshu.com make someone blink and blink. They are all delicate flowers blooming, and it can be said that they are the highest quality girls of this era.
　　 "Mr. Shen, don't leave get out of class for now!"
　　 "Teacher Shen, let me talk about it. Why has the fundamentals not changed and prices have changed so much."
　　 Shen Jiannan’s stopping made some students bolder. Two girls with a sweet and fashionable appearance grabbed Shen Jiannan's arm and shook them.
　　 "Isn't it said that the girls in the 90s are very conservative? Isn't it said that the girls in the 90s are very reserved?"
　　 The tender and boneless voice and the sway of his arm made Shen Jiannan wonder if he had traveled to the fake 90s. This warm attitude made him feel a little overwhelmed.
　　 quickly broke free of those arms that held him, Shen Jiannan fled the classroom like a flee.
　　 "Haha..."
　　 "Ms. Shen is shy."
　　 "Haha..."
　　 "Is this really the nineties?"
　　 "What's special, it's no wonder that Sister Furong would say that the principal let go of that girl, if it weren't for Lao Tzu's determination, she would have to fall. Being a teacher is really stressful!"
　　 "Little Shen, get out of class is over! Come to me for tea when you have time."
　　 Shen Jiannan, who had just left the classroom, walked to the second floor of the teaching building and suddenly heard a voice from downstairs. When he followed the voice, he suddenly felt his heart for no reason.
　　 A tall and burly figure is walking down the last stairs downstairs, but only from the figure Shen Jiannan can guess who it is. Tang Jiefang, the principal of the school. The upright hair is only Principal Tang at the school.
　　 "Principal Tang didn't hear what I said just now!"