She thought that getting twenty or thirty yuan would be good enough, since twenty or thirty yuan was already half a month's salary for many people.

But it was obvious that the stack in his hand was not the kind of thickness that would be twenty or thirty.

"One hundred and sixty? I think I only gave you four images?"

"Yeah, forty yuan a piece, and if it sells well, there's a bonus."

This is also one of the reasons why Hongqi Garment Factory can keep producing new styles. In addition to the clothes designs provided by Gu An'an, Xiao's father basically accepts any suitable clothes from others according to this standard.

Zhao Shanshan's eyes lit up, "An'an, I love you so much!"

"Come on! I'll treat you to dinner."

Gu An'an was pulled away by her. The two didn't eat at school, but found another private restaurant. "Their food is pretty good. You should try it. If you don't like it, we can go to another restaurant next time."

Zhao Shanshan is so wealthy and powerful that it's as if she received a thousand or ten thousand yuan instead of just a hundred or so.

“An’an, do you know? I’ve loved doodling in notebooks since I was little, but my dad, that old-fashioned guy, said that doing those things was a waste of time and that I could just play around at home.”

I know he meant well, wanting me to find a more stable livelihood, but I genuinely enjoy drawing out the things in my mind; it makes me very happy.

Zhao Shanshan said a lot that day, and even shed tears when she got emotional.

After venting, he visibly felt more energetic. "Can I show you my new designs next time?"

"Just for this meal, there's definitely no problem."

If Xiao's father is willing to develop his career in Beijing, Zhao Shanshan might even become the exclusive designer for the Xiao family's garment factory. Of course, this relationship needs to be cultivated.

After dinner, the two went back to their respective homes and to their mothers.

Zhao Shanshan deliberately didn't use the money in the envelope while eating, afraid of losing it. She even put it in the inside pocket of her clothes and went home as quickly as possible.

When she got home, Mr. and Mrs. Zhao had already come home from get off work. No matter how hard she tried to remain calm, they still noticed something was wrong.

"What good thing happened that makes you so happy?"

"Mom, guess."

She said she was letting Zhao's mother guess, but her eyes kept glancing at Zhao's father.

"Did you succeed in what you talked about last time?"

Zhao Shanshan nodded, "Yes, it's done."

"Oh my! Congratulations to my darling! I knew my baby was the best."

The mother and daughter seemed to be speaking in riddles, which made Zhao's father eager to join the conversation.

"What are you two talking about? Tell me, let me have some fun too!"

Zhao Shanshan immediately stopped smiling and pretended to be serious, saying, "Dad, this is definitely not what you want to hear. You'd better not be curious."

That's what she said, but actually she had wanted to share this with Zhao's father for a long time.

However, this was always how the father and daughter communicated, and Zhao's father was used to it. The more she said this, the more curious Zhao's father became.

"Impossible. Dad wants to know everything about you."

"You really want to know?"

Mr. Zhao nodded firmly, afraid that if he was too late, the mother and daughter would kick him out of the chat group.

Zhao Shanshan took out an envelope from her pocket and shook it in front of her father. "I made money, Dad. Guess how I made it?"

Mr. Zhao took the envelope and looked at it. There was over a hundred yuan inside. "When did my Shanshan become so capable? She can earn over a hundred yuan on her own. Let Dad guess where this money came from..."

"Is it related to painting?"

It has to be said that fathers understand their daughters well.

Zhao Shanshan's mouth almost stretched to the sky. "Yes, those picture books you look down on. Just four pages sold for 160 yuan. If they sell well later, there will be a bonus."

Mr. Zhao was a little surprised that four pictures had sold for two or three months' salary. "Quickly tell Dad what happened."

Zhao Shanshan stopped hiding her story and shared her amazing experience: "I really never thought that the drawings I made casually could be exchanged for money. Once the clothes are produced, I'm definitely going to buy them all. Mom and Dad, you should also try to sell them to me."

Although Zhao's father had given her advice on what major to study, he didn't really think that his daughter's drawings were a waste of time.

Now I'm even less likely to say anything unpleasant.

"Absolutely. Tell Dad which sets you want, and Dad will help you sell them."

Parents who truly love their children are all the same; they feel happy as long as their children achieve even a little success.

"That student Gu is a nice person, you can talk to her more."

Ever since that incident, Mr. Zhao has been very afraid that his daughter would make the wrong friends again, but judging from what his daughter has said these past few times, that girl is really nice.

"Absolutely. She's my best friend now, and she's amazing. She's been working as an English translator and is very familiar with the newspaper. I can't even imagine how she manages to balance taking care of her child, going to school, and working part-time."

Her words made Zhao's father even more interested in Gu An'an.

Of course, it's purely the elders' appreciation for the younger generation.

"You can invite her over to your house sometime."

While the Zhao family was filled with joy, the Xiao family was not so happy.

Gu An'an had just arrived home when she ran into Xiao's mother, grandpa, and grandma, who were rushing out of the house.

"Mom, what happened? Where are you going?"

Seeing her return, the three of them felt relieved. "An'an, something bad has happened! Da Bao and Er Bao got into a fight at school."

Although the teacher said on the phone that neither child was injured, the children themselves know that they are not the type to cause trouble. If the other children hadn't started it, the conflict would never have happened.

No one can tolerate the thought of their own child being provoked.

"Grandpa and Grandma, you stay home for now. Mom and I will go over and check on things."

Although the road wasn't very long, they were in a hurry and walked quickly. Gu An'an was still quite worried that they might bump into something or get hurt along the way.

But Grandpa and Grandma Xiao wouldn't listen at all. "If the child has been wronged outside, we definitely have to go. An'an, don't worry, we'll walk slowly. You go first, you definitely won't get hurt."

Knowing that they wouldn't feel at ease even if they stayed at home, Gu An'an agreed, but still told them to walk slowly and be careful before riding her bicycle to take Xiao's mother away.

When they arrived, the teacher's office was already crowded with people. Besides the children's teachers, there was also a plump woman whose loud voice echoed throughout the space even before they got close.

"I don't care, it's my son who got beaten up, and these three brats have to take responsibility!"

"You motherless brat, you beat my fat son up like this! Teacher, look at yourself, his face is all bruised and swollen. I sent my child to school to learn, not to be..."

Before the woman could finish speaking, she was knocked off balance and stumbled.