Chapter 127: The Light Boat Ferrying People, Not Ferrying Qingzhou 1
[Author's note: These chapters are told from Ruan Qingzhou's first-person perspective, so please be careful if you mind. 】
My name is Ruan Qingzhou, it’s Qingzhou, not Qingzhou.
Born in the richest family in Nan'an, he was the only child and was treated like a treasure.
In this family, whoever sees me doesn’t say something like “I’m really going to be reincarnated”?
I have received elite education since I was a child, but I was born willful. Even though I have received education and training far beyond that of ordinary people, I still have the same growth troubles as normal people.
This kind of life where you have everything you want is actually meaningless. Nothing is difficult to do. Just ask and someone will naturally help you solve the problem.
Wherever I go, people try to curry my favor with me, and I have no interest in using my status to embarrass others.
My family has arranged everything for me, including the path I should take in the future and the right person to marry.
Come on, I'm only a teenager? What era is it now? Why is it still popular to arrange marriages?
Although there are a bunch of suitable candidates for marriage and I can choose, but, in the end it is still a marriage of arrangement!
I learned everything, and gradually, I began to feel that this life was really boring.
If someone has to give a name to this kind of thinking, I think it's probably the rebellious period.
Or is it the late second phase?
After all, I was only seventeen or eighteen years old.
I was very rebellious, so my dad said he would send me abroad to finish high school and college, and then come back to get married and inherit the family business.
Of course I was not happy about it. I argued with him and said that I did not want to inherit the family business and that I wanted to live an ordinary life.
My dad was a self-made man, and I just remember him looking at me intently and asking me, “Do you want to live a normal life?”
"Then let's make a bet. If you can stay in the world of ordinary people for a full year, I won't interfere with whatever path you want to take in the future."
I asked him, "What about our family business?"
My father: "What do you mean by our family property? This is my family property. I can give it to whoever I want."
Me: “…seems to be fine.”
"What if I lose?"
My father said meaningfully: "If you lose, you will have to find a way to take the family business from me. Don't you want to live an ordinary life? Ordinary people don't have such a large family business to inherit. If you want to get it, you have to pay a price."
I was still a teenager at that time, and my heart was filled with worry that my father seemed to have suddenly changed from a kind father into an old fox, with his eyes full of calculations towards me.
What are you planning? Are you planning to make me suffer a little so that I know how ungrateful I am?
Are you kidding? When have I, Master Ruan, ever admitted defeat?
I'm always the winner, okay?
So my father helped me convince all the elders who couldn't bear to see me suffer, and transferred me to the high school he had attended.
In a small county town.
To be honest, I have never seen such a shabby school.
Really, the walls of the school are about to be trampled down, and you don’t even need to swipe your student card to leave the school.
Are there still schools that don’t issue student cards?
Isn't this equivalent to me being able to enter and exit without any access control requirements?
When I saw students entering and leaving the school gate, I was very excited. Is this a matter of access control? This is freedom!
Although the school gate is broken, you can still get out from any direction!
For a student like me who has already completed high school courses and even basic university courses at home, I can easily get the first place in the grade, right?
Then no one will say anything if I just hang out, right?
I don't care what they say. My grades are good and I don't cause any trouble, so they definitely won't punish me.
I am sure!
I swaggered, gave my dad a smug look, and walked into the school.
He was a pretty ruthless person. In order to make me a completely ordinary person, he even wore simple work clothes when he came to take me to handle the formalities, just like a worker who had just finished plastering at the construction site near my home.
Well, that’s quite accurate. At least no one recognized him when he returned to school in such a dusty state.
I reasonably suspect that he did not contribute to his alma mater after he became rich, otherwise the school would not be in such a shabby state anyway.
When I sent this guess to my dad on my phone, he called me directly and said sarcastically, "How do you know I haven't donated money? But I don't know where the money went. You know, I'm very busy and I don't have time to monitor the movement of funds."
I asked him if this kind of thing usually needs to be publicized in a big way to create a very positive image for oneself?
My dad replied: Do I need these to establish my image? You have to understand that your father has been able to get to where he is today because of his real ability, not publicity.
It seems, probably, that's indeed the case.
You may not know how cruel my father is. In order to make me become an ordinary person like he used to be, he froze all my bank cards.
He even took my mobile phone and transferred the money in WeChat and Alipay to himself.
He took everything from my wallet, including the cash, leaving only some change.
In the end, he only left me one thousand dollars.
He said it was the living expenses for that month, and that he only had 500 yuan when he was in high school, and he increased it by 500 yuan for me. Isn’t that giving me face?
My God, what can a thousand dollars do? If I just buy a piece of clothing or a pair of shoes, it will be gone, right?
He took away my iPhone Plus, saying that no ordinary person who didn’t sell a kidney could afford this phone.
Someone gave me a second-hand smartphone that he got from somewhere. I have to say, it's a bit laggy.
I watched him take away my valuables one by one, including my clothes.
Then he threw me a pile of clothes with rough fabrics and loose threads, and very down-to-earthly found a tricycle to drag me to the school to go through the transfer procedures.
I don’t know how he managed to hide his identity. Maybe it’s because no one would recognize this richest man if he didn’t wear a suit or comb his hair back.
Anyway, no one would think he is the richest man when he walks on the street. After all, no richest man would wear shabby work clothes and drive a three-wheeled car full of food and drink to show off in the city.
I don't think it's a big deal, because I saw a lot of ordinary people like this in the county town, many of them setting up stalls on the roadside with their children.
Their hands were never idle, and even such young children would help them wipe their sweat and pass things to them.
I confess that I have never done anything to help my parents. Everything was done by someone else and I just needed to be praised.
Is this the real world? It seems quite interesting.
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I was dumbfounded, my brothers and sisters. I had never lived in a dormitory and never knew that twelve people could live in one dormitory.
If you don’t understand, just ask, is this the legendary big bunk bed?
It's still bunk beds, and each person only has space for one bed and a narrow aisle.
Is this where people sleep?
Where do you put your luggage?
Oh, put it in the cabinet against the wall, isn’t it too small? It's also rusty.
hiss! Okay, I'll put up with this. I don't have that many clothes with me anyway, and this cabinet can still be used after wiping it down.
But can anyone tell me why the toilets here are so far away from the dormitories and teaching buildings?
Can’t we be more humane and build toilets on every floor of the teaching building?
Oh, there was no such condition when the school was built.
That's fine, I'll bear it.
But I can't stand seeing a pile of other people's excrement in the pit when I want to poop.
I'm sorry, classmates. I don't mean to be pretentious, but I still have to say yue first as a sign of respect.
yue~
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