"As long as the child is willing to work hard, he will definitely be able to settle down in Pingjiang," Mao Fangfei comforted him.

My niece patted her chest and assured me, "My kid can definitely endure hardship. His dad and I are both out driving, and the family is all relying on him. He takes care of his younger siblings, and the children do all the work in the fields. He doesn't give us any trouble."

"That child is indeed very sensible. He cuts pig feed, cooks pig food, and does all the cooking. He doesn't neglect the fields either, and his grades are good too." Fang's mother praised him generously. Everyone likes a sensible child. Although she is selfish, stingy, and lazy, she also likes sensible younger generations.

"He is indeed quite sensible. When is the child coming over?" Mao Fangfei felt more favorably towards this boy she had never met before. To be able to get into university under such difficult conditions, even if it's just a junior college diploma, is still very impressive.

"We'll be there in half an hour. The kid will ride his bike over," my niece's husband said hurriedly, with a hearty smile.

About half an hour later, the boy arrived as expected. To Mao Fangfei's surprise, her cousin and her husband were both plain-looking and had dark skin, making them look much older than they were. Mao Fangfei thought their child wouldn't be particularly outstanding either.

The boy had fair skin, delicate features, and was quite tall. He had a refined, scholarly air about him, which made him quite likable. He smiled shyly, his fair face flushed with a blush. He was a timid young man, and Mao Fangfei had a pretty good first impression of him.

"Junjie, quickly call for help," his niece called to her son.

Although the boy was shy, he greeted people confidently and spoke standard Mandarin.

"The boy's name is Shi Junjie, he's 22 years old, and he'll graduate in the second half of the year. His teacher told him to find an internship."

After her cousin told her about her son, Mao Fangfei asked Shi Junjie to sit down and they chatted as usual. The boy was a little shy at first, but he gradually became more fluent. To Mao Fangfei's surprise, the boy had actually joined the Communist Party at school and was an active member of the student union.

While these skills may not help in finding a job, they do indicate that the child has good social skills and at least adequate emotional intelligence. In the workplace, good emotional intelligence is sometimes much more important than academic qualifications.

Do you have any work experience from school?

"Yes, I tutor, and I also wholesale some small items with my classmates to sell, but I don't earn much," Shi Junjie said, blushing.

"What are you selling?" Mao Fangfei became interested; this child had given her quite a few surprises.

Shi Junjie blushed even more and whispered, "Girls like little trinkets, keychains, backpack charms, and cigarettes."

Fang Yanming was also quite curious, "You sell cigarettes? Do students smoke these days?"

Mao Fangfei glared at her, "College students are adults, why can't they smoke? And many of them are in relationships."

Shi Junjie quickly lowered his head. Actually, he was too embarrassed to say that he had also sold small umbrellas, selling whatever made money. But he certainly wouldn't say it in front of his elders; it would be too shameful.

"There should be a supermarket at school, right? Can your products compete with those supermarkets?" Mao Fangfei asked with great interest.

"I go to the small commodities market to buy goods, sell them cheaper, and make small profits but quick turnover. I sell cigarettes individually. Many classmates can't afford a pack, so I sell them one cigarette at a time, and the price is the same as a whole pack," Shi Junjie said, explaining his business strategy.

He also sold the small umbrellas in the same way: he would buy a box and then resell them individually. He actually made quite a bit of money, enough to cover his living expenses during university.

Fang Yanming patted him hard on the shoulder and laughed loudly, "It's such a waste for you to study computer science, you should have studied finance!"