As she spoke, Qiu Shui blinked her bright eyes, looking at her father and waiting for his response.

Without even thinking, Qiu Jingwen said, "Qiu Yue, isn't your dream to be a great writer? Look, there are four of us in our family who are paid. Even if you don't work, we can still support you. You can just stay home and read some books to prepare for becoming a writer. Isn't that great?"

Qiu Yue rolled her eyes twice and laughed, "Dad, writers also need to make a living. Staying cooped up at home all day with just books is useless. I need to immerse myself in the lives of workers and experience their lives. That way, what I write in the future will have a sense of life and be grounded in reality."

Qiu Jingwen laughed heartily after hearing this. He hadn't expected his seventeen-year-old daughter to have such insightful views on writing. "Qiu Yue, you're right. I'm asking you, you've read quite a few books, but have you ever tried writing anything yourself?"

"Dad, right now I'm accumulating knowledge from books and studying other people's writing methods. In the future, I want to work and find a handsome guy to date. Only with life experience can I write good things. As for what you said about trying, that's my secret, I won't tell you now."

"Qiushui, as the saying goes, all talk and no action is useless, and all action and no talk is foolish. Only by both talking and practicing can you become a true master. You can try writing some short pieces or articles when you have free time. The factory may be starting an internal newsletter soon, and you might find a place to use your skills then."

Upon hearing that the factory was going to start a newspaper, Qiuyue perked up: "Dad, really? Then please put me in the factory newspaper. I believe I can do a good job."

"Autumn Harvest, with your limited knowledge, you think you can get into the factory newspaper? Don't dream. You only graduated from junior high school. You need to improve your writing skills."

"Dad, don't underestimate me. Just tell me, will you help me or not?"

"Do you think Hongqi Factory is owned by our family? Besides, although I was promoted and I'm in charge of production, abusing my power for personal gain is something your father can't do, and even if he could, he'd have to wait for a job opening. And even then, you'd have to take an exam. If you can't even pass the written exam, you can forget about getting a job in the factory."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Qiu Shou ran in, sat down on his father's lap, and nestled against Qiu Jingwen's chest.

The fact that his father was promoted to a factory-level leader made Qiu Shou feel incredibly proud, and the feeling that his father was like a god was rekindled in his heart.

That time, Qiu Jingwen got into a fight with his classmate Zhu Xiaojun on the playground. Zhu Xiaojun called his father a big bad dog spy and said that he had been arrested by the police. At that time, Qiu Jingwen's image in his mind really plummeted. Later, when his father returned from his business trip, his work and life were not affected, and his father's image slowly recovered. Now, his father has been promoted to deputy factory director, and his father's lofty image has reached its peak.

When Qiu Shui saw her younger brother come in and interrupt her conversation with her father, she scolded him, "Little brother, what are you doing here? Go away, I'm talking to Dad about work."

Qiu Shou stuck out her tongue at her sister and said mockingly, "Sister, you're going to work? Didn't you want to be a great writer? What's so special about working in a factory?"

Qiu Shui wasn't angry. He laughed and said, "Little brother, you don't understand. I go to work to experience life. Without life, how can you become a great writer?"

Just then, the phone in the bedroom rang.

Qiu Jingwen didn't think much of it, assuming it was just a work call. However, his expression changed drastically when he heard the voice on the other end. Seeing her father's change in expression, Qiu Shui frowned and asked, "Dad, who called?"

Qiu Jingwen covered the microphone with his hand and said to Qiu Shou and Qiu Shui, "Qiu Shui, Qiu Shou, you two go out. Dad has a work call to take."

Qiu Shui and Qiu Shou naturally trusted their father, so they hurriedly left the bedroom. Qiu Shou even thoughtfully closed the bedroom door behind them.

After confirming that his son and daughter had left the bedroom and that they were not eavesdropping, Qiu Jingwen spoke into the microphone in a very low voice: "You're Butterfly, aren't you?"