Whether he makes money or not, Zhou Youcheng doesn't care much, but he cares a lot about his grades.
He often compares Yang Yajing to his son; Yang Yajing is the "other people's child" he always talks about.
Why is it that other people's children can earn money and get perfect scores in every subject, while my son is only barely passing?
Why have you learned how to make money, but are so behind in earning points?
He's already in third grade and has started learning English. Yang Yajing is already fluent, while my son has only learned a few words.
What a pity! He can teach Chinese, politics, and history, but English, math, physics, and chemistry... he's really not good at it! They didn't learn those things back in their day! How can someone who hasn't even properly learned pinyin help tutor?
After chatting about studies for a while, Yang Yajing suddenly had an idea: "Zhou Pengfei, what university do you want to go to in the future? How about Huamei?"
"It would be great to get into Huamei, but it sounds like a long shot. They only accept 20 people nationwide." Zhou Pengfei had the desire, but not the ability.
"Uncle Zhou, shall we add a clause to the agreement?" Yang Yajing asked Zhou Youcheng.
"Add what?"
"I guarantee Zhou Pengfei will get into Huamei University. Can you guarantee he won't quit the business before he graduates from university?"
"Can you guarantee he'll get into Huamei? That girl's got quite the nerve!" Zhou Youcheng knew his son's grades and didn't have much hope.
"It really can! I'm very confident!"
“You have confidence, but I don’t have confidence in my son!” Zhou Youcheng said with a wry smile.
"Uncle Zhou! Just watch me shine! If I get into Huamei, remember to treat me to a meal!"
"You've arranged this meal..." Zhou Youcheng laughed, "...you still have seven years until the college entrance exam, right?"
"That's right! There's plenty of time! Sign the contract! Sign the contract!" Yang Yajing said coquettishly.
This agreement is actually beneficial to everyone. Zhou Youcheng also trusts the Yang family's character and believes they won't hinder his son's development.
During the meal, Zhou Youcheng actually signed a contract with the young girl, Yang Yajing.
Of course, Yang Yajing's signature had no legal effect, so after she got home, she had Yang Guohua sign it, and then she formally handed the contract to Zhou Youcheng in duplicate.
Right on cue, the two little brats started their own studio. Of course, being minors, the studio was registered under Wang Xiufen's name.
Anyway, they have to do accounting and pay taxes all the time, so doing it all at once is the same.
At the end of the year, Zhou Pengfei encountered tax calculation for the first time. Yang Yajing refused to let Zhou Youcheng help him and forced him to calculate the tax himself.
Zhou Pengfei protested repeatedly, "I have to teach math even during the holidays! I'm going on strike!"
"Strike? Give me a break! You only need to pay taxes if you're making money. Don't take advantage of others and then act innocent!" Yang Yajing refused to back down.
The Yang family pays the business tax, so Zhou Pengfei only needs to calculate the individual income tax for each level, which is not difficult at all.
And after paying taxes, he actually had a five-figure savings account. Looking at the numbers on his bankbook, he felt quite satisfied.
Let's have math class then! He's going all out to get into Huamei!
Because he always has work to do, Zhou Pengfei only goes to the park to paint casually on Sundays. During the week, he stays at Yang's house after class. On Saturdays when he doesn't have classes, he goes to the art studio on Changle Road to learn to paint.
With his schedule packed full, there was hardly any time left to interact with Jiang Xuanxuan.
Aside from occasionally running into each other around noon, it's very quiet at other times.
Time flies, and before they knew it, they were in fifth grade.
That year, Yang Yajing tutored Zhou Pengfei every night. She basically knew what the exam would cover, although her memories from over twenty years ago weren't the clearest.
Recently, Zhou Pengfei's grades have improved by leaps and bounds. The children in his class are also envious when they hear that he improved because he received tutoring at Yang Yajing's house every day.
Fifth-grade students can occupy the classroom until 6 p.m., which is considered evening self-study.
On this day...
"Yang Yajing! I want to have extra lessons too!" Chen Jiaoyun rushed into Class 1 and blocked everyone's way when the last class ended.
"You need tutoring?" Yang Yajing didn't think Chen Jiaoyun's grades were that bad.
"You don't know, I'm bad at certain subjects! I just can't get over 70 in English and math!"
"Alright! Why don't you come home with me?" Yang Yajing readily agreed.
"Me too! Me too!" Bian Xiaoming, who had come over, also chimed in. "If I don't improve, my dad's going to beat me to death!"
"My house can't fit that many people!" Yang Yajing said, somewhat embarrassed.
"Oh my goodness! It starts in five days! Please help me pass!" Bian Xiaoming was practically crying in front of her.
"What's wrong with you?" Yang Yajing asked.
"Him?" Chen Jiaoyun said bluntly, "You should ask him which subject he passed!"
"Which door?" Yang Yajing turned to look at Bian Xiaoming.
"Hehe...no..." Bian Xiaoming shrank his neck.
"No? What do you mean no?" Yang Yajing didn't react for a moment.
"Oh dear! It means you haven't consistently passed any subject!" Chen Jiaoyun chuckled.
"So... bad?" Yang Yajing was dumbfounded. "How am I supposed to teach someone this bad?"
"It's just too bad! Otherwise, would I be getting treated to a meal of bamboo shoots and roasted pork every day?" Bian Xiaoming muttered, rubbing his sore buttocks from being hit with the measuring tape.
"I can't teach you! I don't have that much time! It'll interfere with my money-making!" Yang Yajing's petty capitalist nature resurfaced.
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