Chapter 63
After Tao Yunzhou left that day, the An family father and son could no longer contact her. An Xingmin obviously also lived up to the belief that women are like clothes, and was not sad about her departure. After all, An Jing was still there, and he instead devoted himself to his work with even greater enthusiasm.
As a newly emerged government, Blue Continent has a lot of work to do and all its rules and regulations need to be discussed. However, An Xingmin, who is in his prime, is eager to try and urgently wants to join in and become a rising star.
"At least I have some savings from my previous business in Xia Country, so I can still maintain this kind of life. By the way, An Jing, how about I hire a foreign teacher for you?" An Xingmin adjusted the cuffs of his suit.
"No." An Jing stopped talking halfway. In fact, what he was thinking was that most foreign teachers were women, and he didn't want his father to fall in love with anyone other than his mother.
"Then can you guarantee that your grades will be as good as in Xia Country?" An Xingmin looked at his son. He was dressed the same as before, but he felt like something was missing, especially the red scarf around his neck. He tried several times but couldn't do it as well as Tao Yunzhou.
In the end, An Xingmin tied a knot casually, leaving An Jing speechless, then he put on his schoolbag and went out with his father.
Along the way, An Jing sat in his family's maglev car. He had no idea what it was worth, but his father said he had over 500,000 yuan, so he could afford it. As soon as An Xingmin got in the car, he received a call. "Brother An, are you awake? I have some great news to share with you. The article I wrote with you, 'On the Impact and Reflection of Undersea Bases on the Marine Ecosystem,' was accepted by Guangliang Daily. Editor-in-Chief Liu called me last night and might interview us!"
"Really? Has it been published?" An Xingmin seemed excited, his melancholy from last night without his wife instantly dispelled. He pulled out his other phone, handed it to his son in the back seat, and said, "An Jing, can you help me check it? Just open Guangming Daily and read today's daily recommendation."
"The red software?" An Jing clicked it and looked at it according to his father's instructions.
One recommendation a day, the result, the author’s signature is: Liu Fei.
"Liu Fei wrote it." An Jing replied, half understanding, "It wasn't written by you, Dad."
"What?!" An Xingmin immediately lost his temper, stepped on the brake, took the phone handed to him by his son, and took a look. It was indeed an article written by him and his friend, but the title was slightly changed. The most outrageous thing was that the author had directly become Editor-in-Chief Liu!
"How could he steal our article?!" An Xingmin felt a chill down his spine, his hands shaking with anger. With silent anger, he whispered, "This scholar is so shameless, he can't even explain himself."
An Xingmin angrily called Dong Shangqing and said in a low voice, "Liu Fei sent it, but the name was changed to his! I told you, it's probably because he didn't pay enough. He's taking advantage of people like us!"
"At least I have money, I can treat him to a few meals..." Dong Shangqing sighed and said, "What do I have? I can only write sour articles. This is called having talent but not being recognized, having no way to serve the country, and having nowhere else to go."
"Country? Bullshit country! Xia, An, and Jiang are the only ones worthy of being called countries. This is Blue Continent, a newly emerged underwater base, not even an island!" An Xingmin's eyes flashed with a fierce light as he said, "The problem is, even the Guangming Daily is relatively authoritative right now... Damn it, it's just a pile of shit, if you ask me! Just give him some money and treat him to a couple of meals! Did you forget? He didn't even look at the article when you handed it to him!"
Dong Shangqing: "That's right, but what else can we do?"
"I'm hanging up now. I have to take my son to school. We'll talk later when we meet." An Xingmin suppressed his temper and looked in the rearview mirror. An Jing looked terrified and whispered, "Dad, what have you been busy with lately?"
"Political matters, you know, a man's dream." An Xingmin took a deep breath, gave him a relieved smile, and said, "Thank goodness it's you, son. Dad loves you very much."
An Jing nodded, not quite understanding.
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Angel Hope Primary School.
This class was art, and An Jing liked to draw. He was coloring the marine animals distributed by the school. Because he was too focused, he didn't notice that there were several girls from other classes standing at the classroom door, not only pointing at him, but also looking at him and laughing.
"It's really cute~ Hahahaha, I think so too."
Suddenly, the drawing paper on which An Jing was working was snatched away. He looked up and saw the girl in white socks and leather shoes again. Cheng Jiacheng teased, "Boys should like playing football. Why are you so effeminate and like to draw?"
"It has nothing to do with you." An Jing said as he was about to snatch it, but Cheng Jiacheng thought it was fun, so she picked up his painting and started spinning around, while her sisters giggled beside her.
An Jing narrowed his eyes, unable to bear it any longer, and stomped on her leather shoes with a swift and accurate kick, pushed her hard, snatched back his painting, and looked at her coldly.
Cheng Jiacheng felt the pain, her balance unsteady. She took two steps back, and her head hit the corner of the classroom podium. She was likely seriously injured, if not dead. An Jing panicked, fearing blood, and quickly grabbed her wrist, pushing Cheng Jiacheng towards her friends.
"Don't bother me again. This won't happen again." An Jing took his painting and returned to his seat.
"Not cute at all." said a little sister.
It was time to go home from school. Unfortunately, it was drizzling and An Jing didn't bring an umbrella. He stood in the school security booth in a daze and saw that damn Cheng Jiacheng again. Her mother came to pick her up in a car with license plate NB999.
Not only that, she also deliberately glanced at him before getting in the car. That look was not only provocative, but definitely asking for a beating.
An Jing twisted his lips, feeling both amused and angry. Coincidentally, An Xingmin called him and told him not to rush home but to wait for arrangements. He had booked a taxi and was going to have dinner with Editor-in-Chief Liu later.
"Isn't he a bad guy? Why do we have to eat with him?" An Jing looked unhappy.
"Children should not butt in on adult matters. Your mother is gone, and you find my cooking unpalatable. I'd rather just let you enjoy your meal in peace." An Xingmin seemed to have arrived at a restaurant. An Jing could hear the noisy sounds of waiters serving dishes.
An Jing hung up the phone and said weakly, "Mom is still alive, she just doesn't want to live with you anymore."
The rain was almost stopping when An Jing finally got the ride-hailing car. He was wearing a summer school uniform and there was a cool breeze, and he was almost freezing to death. But when he got on the back seat, he found that the car was cramped and small, and it was gray and dirty.
An Jing had never seen such a scene before, and he was unhappy at first, but he held it in. Looking over, he saw a little girl next door with messy and fluffy hair, bad skin, dark skin and acne, and she was getting fat. In short, Cheng Jiacheng was indeed much prettier than her.
"Um, hi~" the little girl said shyly.
"Hello." An Jing answered politely, but he was secretly looking at her. He felt very strange. This girl was about the same age as Cheng Jiacheng, so why was there such a big difference in appearance?
Of course, this doesn't mean that An Jing would like someone like Cheng Jiacheng, who has a spoiled, domineering and bad temper.
Arriving, An Jing politely thanked the driver. As the door closed, she heard a little girl exclaim, "Wow, Daddy, he's so handsome!"
An Jing raised an eyebrow after hearing this. He often heard this kind of talk, even from his mother, but this was the first time it came from someone else. He felt a little elated, but also felt bad. He couldn't share this feeling, so he could only hide it in his heart, which gave him a little more confidence.
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There was a restaurant, but An Jing couldn't remember the name. Since he could remember, his father always took the three of them to social events. He would get tired of eating at such occasions too often.
Just thinking back to the last time when his mother was still by his side, An Jing couldn't help feeling a little sad.
Arriving at the so-called Lotus Box, which had a large round table, An Jing found a seat, put on a standard smile, put down his schoolbag, and continued to act like a good boy, admiring the exquisite platter on the table.
"This is my son An Jing." An Xingmin changed the subject and said, "Come, this is Uncle Liu. Let's have a toast."
An Jing was genuinely fed up with this hypocritical performance, but he stood up, swished his drink, and said to the only bald man present whom he didn't recognize, "Hello, Uncle Liu. I wish Uncle Liu a prosperous business, prosperity, happiness for his family, and a happy and fulfilling life. I'll drink first as a token of my respect."
"Wow, good boy, good boy." Baldy Liu's face was covered in laughter. Then he remembered the important matter and began to talk to An Xingmin: "Well, about you and Shang Qingwen's matter, it's not that I don't want to support you, but he has to follow the rules and regulations. The process is very strict."
"Editor Liu, Editor Liu, listen to me," An Xingmin said drunkenly, "We've had a few meals together. You're aware of Shang Qing's writing skills, right? He's also a student of Chinese Language and Literature at the former Xiaguo University, and so are you. You two should be the kind of people who appreciate each other and feel you've met too late..."
Dong Shangqing stood aside, looking nervous, gripping his wine glass, feeling bewildered and nervous. An Jing observed that he looked like a scholar, wearing glasses, a white shirt, and was very thin, not someone who could speak eloquently.
"No, no, no, Xingmin, listen to me." Baldy Liu tried to argue, "In the field of literature, qualifications are important. It's not just about academic performance, ability, and background. Most importantly, qualifications are important. You need to live long enough. And... what's the title of your article? It directly discusses the impact of submarine bases on the marine ecosystem. Are you trying to accuse our leader Deng of being wrong in advocating the "Go to Sea" plan?"
“…” An Xingmin finally understood.
He pushed back Dong Shangqing, who was about to stand up to defend himself, and instead said, "An Jing, take out the document bag from the second layer of your schoolbag."
An Jing looked bewildered, but not entirely surprised, as this certainly wasn't the first time. He dutifully followed his instructions and opened the compartment of his schoolbag, revealing a document bag.
An Xingmin took it and opened it slowly. Baldy Liu's eyes widened as the things inside were taken out - a photo of him and his mistress kissing in the car, and a copy of the property certificate for the house he bought, also signed by his mistress.
"You..." Baldy Liu swallowed and looked creepy.
An Xingmin patted him on the shoulder and said in a friendly voice, "Editor-in-Chief Liu, I'm not short of money, I just want to gain a good reputation. Shang Qing said that I was very kind to him, and as his elder brother, I have to do something for him, don't you think?"
"This guy, sometimes it really is true that the less you do, the fewer mistakes you make." An Xingmin filled his glass of white wine. The atmosphere suddenly changed, and it felt like coercion, but he smiled and said, "Please."
An Jing watched coldly, knowing in his heart that his father had done it again.
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