"...My master said that the workshop director was deliberately killing a chicken to scare the monkeys. With me as an example, people in the workshop dare not go against him."

Seeing that everyone looked solemn and angry, Huang Yu said, "Don't worry too much, my hard days are almost over.

The old secretary of the factory has retired. A while ago, a new secretary came in. The new secretary is upright and only promotes people based on their talents. He has dealt with several office leaders who abused their power for personal gain. The next step is probably to rectify the workshops.”

Huang Yu suddenly smiled and said, "The workshop director has not dared to trouble me recently. He can't protect himself now."

Looking at the smile on his son's face, Huang Jianjun felt extremely sad and deeply guilty.

It’s all his fault that his son has suffered for so many years.

"Okay, let's eat first. We can talk slowly after we're full."

At Huang Zhiqiu's reminder, everyone stopped talking and focused on eating.

Huang Yu and Huang Qingning lived in the factory's male and female dormitories. Each dormitory was ten square meters and housed eight people, so it was not convenient to bring Huang Zhiqiu and Huang Jianjun in.

Huang Zhiqiu booked a double room in the winery's guesthouse.

Sitting on the mattress in the guesthouse room, Huang Qingning touched and patted here and there curiously, then lay down on the bed.

"So this is a Simmons mattress. It's really comfortable to sleep on."

Huang Zhiqiu smiled and said, "Why don't you just sleep here tonight."

Huang Qingning was a little moved, "Can you sleep well?"

"Why can't we sleep? There are two beds. Your dad will sleep on one, and the two of us will sleep on the other."

Huang Qingning chuckled, "Okay, auntie, I'll sleep with you tonight."

Huang Yu belittled her, "Look how beautiful you are. This bed is so soft. It's not even as comfortable as the coir mattress at home."

"What do you know? This is called a Simmons mattress. It costs hundreds of dollars outside."

Huang Yu smacked his lips, "So expensive?"

Huang Qingning laughed at him, "You country bumpkin, when I get married, I must buy a Simmons mattress like this for my new house."

"Oh my, you're only a little old and you're already thinking about getting married. Aren't you ashamed?"

"It's none of your business."

Huang Zhiqiu signaled the two to be quiet, "Okay, stop arguing, I have something to tell you."

Huang Qingning immediately got up from the bed and sat down obediently, "Aunt, just tell me what you want to say. As long as I can help, my brother will be the first to take on any challenge."

Huang Yu glared at her, "...Why don't you go up?"

"You are a real man, so of course you have to take responsibility if there is any problem."

Seeing that the brother and sister were about to quarrel again, Huang Zhiqiu couldn't help laughing, "Okay, how old are you two? Why are you still bickering like you were when you were little?"

"This isn't a quarrel; this is reasoning."

"That's obviously a fallacy."

Huang Qingning was about to refute, but met Huang Zhiqiu's helpless eyes, and hurriedly snorted: "I won't talk to you, I'll listen to my aunt."

After the brother and sister were quiet, Huang Zhiqiu spoke slowly, "In addition to the bamboo weaving factory, there is another thing I want to ask your opinions on."

"Aunt, you say."

Huang Zhiqiu looked at Huang Qingning beside him with a gentle gaze, "Qingning, do you still want to go back to school?"

Huang Qingning didn't expect Huang Zhiqiu to bring up this matter. He stood there in a daze for a moment, unable to speak for a long time.

"Qingning, you have good grades. If you continue to study, you will have a good chance of getting into university in the future. Speaking of which, it's also my aunt's fault for not having high hopes for Huang Yao, causing her to do something wrong and implicate you."

Before he could finish his words, Huang Qingning couldn't help but feel tears welling up in her eyes and she quickly lowered her head to wipe away her tears.

Huang Jianjun didn't expect Huang Zhiqiu to talk about his daughter's studies, and it took him a while to come back to his senses.

"Zhiqiu, Qingning has dropped out of school for half a year. Can she still go back to school?"

Huang Zhiqiu nodded, "Of course, Momo reminded me of this. For someone like Qingning who has taken the high school entrance exam and achieved good results, as long as he can keep up with the courses, he can ask the school for a favor and start studying in the second semester of senior high school."

"If he can continue to study, then Qingning must go back to school to continue studying."

Hearing his son's words, Huang Jianjun nodded hurriedly, "Yes!"

This happened a little too suddenly and Huang Qingning was a little confused, but from his expression, one could tell that he was excited and thrilled about being able to continue his studies.

"Aunt, can I really go back to school?"

"Yes, as long as you are willing, auntie will do her best to help you."

Huang Qingning cried out "Wow" and threw herself into Huang Zhiqiu's arms, "Aunt, I want to continue my studies and go to college."

Huang Zhiqiu patted his niece's back and consoled her with a smile, "Okay, our Qingning will definitely be able to get into a good university in the future."

"Okay, Qingning, stop crying. Your aunt's clothes are almost soaked by your crying."

Huang Jianjun waited until his daughter had almost stopped crying before he spoke jokingly.

Huang Qingning quickly withdrew from Huang Zhiqiu's arms, and seeing that the cloth above Huang Zhiqiu's chest was really wet, he immediately showed guilt.

"Aunt, I'm sorry for getting your new clothes dirty."

"It's okay, just go home and wash it." Huang Zhiqiu took out a handkerchief and wiped the tears from her face. "But you are still a little crybaby like when you were a child. You cry so much."

Huang Qingning's tearful eyes were filled with longing, "Aunt, can I really go back to school?"

"Of course you can. You have excellent results in the high school entrance exam. As long as you make up for the first half of your freshman year during the winter break, the school will definitely not reject a good candidate like you."

That being said, it is not easy to catch up on a whole semester’s worth of knowledge in just one month of winter vacation.

What's more, she doesn't even have a textbook now.

Seeing her worry, Huang Zhiqiu comforted her, "Qingning, if you are sure you want to continue studying, then you can quit your job at the factory tomorrow and come home with us.

I met Huang Yu some time ago. She still had her first-year high school textbooks. She agreed to lend them to you and asked you to go to her house to pick them up when the time comes.

Qingning, you have the textbook, read it yourself first, and if there are any parts you don’t understand, I will teach you when Momo comes back.”

Huang Qingning nodded repeatedly, "Okay!"

Huang Jianjun was so happy that he didn't know what to say. He looked at Huang Zhiqiu with red eyes.

"Zhiqiu, when did you start planning this for Qingning? Why didn't you tell us in advance?"

"I was thinking of listening to Qingning's own thoughts first. What if Qingning doesn't want to go back to school to continue studying after I tell you? Wouldn't that make my sister-in-law happy for nothing?"

That's true.

Although his daughter-in-law didn't say it, Huang Jianjun knew that the fact that his daughter didn't finish high school has always been a concern and knot in his heart.

The daughter-in-law would definitely be happy to know that her daughter can go back to school, but if her daughter doesn’t want to go to school anymore, she would not know how disappointed and heartbroken she would be.

Second update ~ 　　Some readers feel that there are too many side plots recently, but I have no choice but to write this one. Helping the Huang family get rich is a goal that is as important to Momo as the college entrance examination. When the Huang family's bamboo weaving factory is established, it will be almost time for the college entrance examination. There are probably less than 100,000 words left.

(End of this chapter)