Wang Jingjiang's father was none other than the logistics director of a textile factory, and his mother was an accountant at another garment factory. It was this kind of family background that allowed Wang Jingjiang to live a carefree and comfortable life.
As soon as Wang Jingjiang entered the door, he smelled the aroma of braised pork. His eyes lit up and he immediately asked, "Mom, how did you know I'd been craving braised pork all day?"
Wang Jingjiang's father, Wang Fugui, sat on a recliner fiddling with the radio. Upon hearing this, he said, "Eating, eating, eating. All he does all day is eat. He doesn't even think about finding a way out. What future can a grown man have if he spends all his time in a textile workshop?"
After changing his shoes, Wang Jingjiang grabbed a piece of bright red meat and put it in his mouth without even washing his hands. He said smugly, "Who said I haven't found a way out? I have!"
At this moment, Wang Jingjiang's mother came out with a plate of steamed buns, looking at him with disbelief, "What way out can you find? To live off a woman?"
Wang Jingjiang rolled his eyes, already used to his mother's merciless criticism. But as he chewed on the fragrant braised pork, a thought suddenly struck him. "Hey, Mom, can you find me a lunchbox and pack some braised pork in it? I need to invest in my future."
Wang Fugui snorted, "You're just spouting nonsense. Have you got your eye on some young girl and want to take her to curry favor with him?"
"Dad, listen to what you're saying! Even if you want to curry favor, with a face like your son's, it's others who should be currying favor with me!"
"So, Comrade Wang Jingjiang, who has found a way out, how much braised pork do you want to bring for this investment? There's a pork shortage these days. Are you sure you want to bring it for the investment?"
Wang Jingjiang paused for a moment, glanced longingly at the braised pork on the plate, then hardened his heart, thinking, "You can't catch a wolf without risking your cub," and said, "Pour out half of the plate!"
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Jiang Dianwen brought Chen Ke a few books, and Chen Ke finally stopped listening to the "books from the sky" in class.
After class ended and all the other students had left, Jiang Dianwen took out a test paper. "This is our class's final exam from last semester. Try to do it briefly first. If you can't do it, leave it blank so I can get a feel for your performance."
Chen Ke took the test paper. "Okay, Teacher Jiang."
Seeing Chen Ke start working on the problems, Jiang Dianwen also started grading the students' homework. He only gave Chen Ke one hour because the problems were difficult and he estimated that Chen Ke would leave many questions blank, so he shortened the time.
Time ticked by, and while Jiang Dianwen was grading the second group's assignments, Chen Ke came up with the papers.
"Finished?" Jiang Dianwen was somewhat surprised. He looked at his pocket watch and realized that only half an hour had passed.
"Um, shall the teacher check now?"
Jiang Dianwen took the test paper with a somewhat serious expression. "Chen Ke, although this isn't a formal exam, the test papers were all painstakingly prepared by the teachers. You should have at least some respect for them. Even if you don't know how to answer the questions, you should still maintain a proper attitude. You're so short—"
The conversation ended abruptly when Jiang Dianwen saw Chen Ke's exam paper. The entire paper was filled with answers, the handwriting was neat, and the paper was clean.
Jiang Dianwen flipped the book over in disbelief. He had actually finished the very difficult questions on the other side, and had even neatly written out the solutions.
Jiang Dianwen couldn't wait to look at the last big question, which none of his classmates had solved. He glanced at the answer first.
!!
It was actually right!
She couldn't help but look up at Chen Ke in surprise. Chen Ke's expression was calm and composed.
Jiang Dianwen then carefully examined the solution process, occasionally working out the calculations on the draft paper beside him.
After a long while, Jiang Dianwen looked at Chen Ke in shock: "Chen Ke, where have you seen this question before, or... no, no, don't misunderstand, I just want to know if this question is yours... well, that's not the right way to ask."
Seeing Jiang Dianwen's excited and somewhat incoherent manner, Chen Ke quickly said, "Teacher Jiang, I solved it myself."
"real?"
"Absolutely true."
Chen Ke didn't care about Jiang Dianwen's repeated questioning. After all, it was quite surprising that a textile worker who had never studied mechanical engineering could suddenly answer this question. Although it was a bit absurd, the pressing issue of survival forced Chen Ke to pretend to be a mechanical genius.
So, to Jiang Dianwen's astonishment, he calmly said, "This question is actually quite simple."
Jiang Dianwen: Could it be that he has encountered a genius?
With that thought in mind, Jiang Dianwen quickly started checking the questions in front of him.
Without a doubt, all the previous questions were answered correctly.
Jiang Dianwen flipped through the paper again and again, admiring it closely before exclaiming with deep emotion, "...Chen Ke, why did you become a textile worker! Your factory is truly wasting talent!"
"Teacher Jiang is too kind. Our factory has also given us the opportunity to shine, which is why I was able to attend night school."
Jiang Dianwen was surprised that Chen Ke actually defended his own textile factory.
Feng Liangchen was right after all; he was a person of good character. Jiang Dianwen appreciated Chen Ke even more, and looked at Chen Ke with the loving gaze of an elder looking at a junior. "Not bad, not bad at all. I'll bring you a few more books tomorrow. Take a good look at them. If you have time, you can also come to our university to audit classes. I'll just give you a temporary pass."
"I won't trouble you for now, Professor Jiang. I'll ask you any questions during class." Chen Ke had no intention of auditing classes at the university; he just wanted to finish the theoretical courses and build the agricultural machinery as soon as possible.
A nationwide famine is imminent. If we can promote agricultural machinery before then, we can improve efficiency and mitigate the disaster to some extent.
Jiang Dianwen felt comforted upon hearing this, proving that Chen Ke also trusted him greatly.
"That works too. I'll write down my address for you. You can come to me anytime during your vacation if you have any questions."
Chen Ke also felt the pure love for talent shown by educators in this era, and he sincerely thanked them, saying, "Thank you, Teacher Jiang. I will definitely come to visit you in the future."
Jiang Dianwen laughed heartily upon hearing this, "Then I'll be all set for you."
Having left night school, and having been delayed by exams, Chen Ke returned home under the moonlight.
The two younger children in the family were eating, each with a bowl of porridge. Chen Ke guessed that at this rate, that handful of noodles wouldn't last much longer.
After all, the original owner usually steamed coarse grain rice, and the side dishes were homemade pickles, while the noodles were made from refined grains from home. The original owner would only cook a meal when she really craved it.
They'll also stir-fry a bowl of meat sauce, drizzle some chili powder over it to make red oil, and add some chopped green onions—it smells amazing!
What I took over has now been turned into a messy paste.
Chen Yu immediately stood up when she saw Chen Ke return. "Big brother, you're back? Have you eaten?"
"Hmm, not bad, you're showing him some concern now," Chen Ke smiled at Chen Yu. "I've eaten, you can eat."
"Hey bro, bring out your dirty clothes later. I'm going to do laundry tomorrow since I have a day off, so I'll wash yours too."
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