The National College Entrance Examination (Gaokao) ended on July 10th.
On July 25th, the college entrance examination results were released.
"Xiaopeng, why don't you repeat a year?" Chen Qingshu said with a look of regret.
Wang Peng's score was just two points short of the admission score for Tsinghua University's School of Business Administration.
"Two points! Two points! Those damned two points!" Li Fang stomped her feet in anger. "Pengdi, why didn't you get two more points?"
"Alright, alright," Wang Peng said, both amused and exasperated.
He also felt it was a pity, as he was just two points short of getting into Tsinghua University.
“Xiaopeng, transfer to the provincial experimental high school and repeat a year. You’ll definitely get into Tsinghua University next year,” Chen Qingshu said.
"Retaking the exam is impossible," Wang Peng shook his head.
He felt that repeating a grade was a waste of time.
Chen Qingshu shook his head and began to try to persuade him.
"You should retake the exam. Your score is several tens of points higher than the provincial university's business school. It would be a waste for you to go to the provincial university."
“Mingzhu has been admitted to the provincial university’s art college. The provincial university and the experimental high school are not far apart.”
"You'll be in the same city by then, so repeating a year won't affect your relationship."
Li Fang also began to persuade him.
"Pengdi, just listen to your brother."
"The provincial university is a world apart from Tsinghua University."
"Tsinghua University graduates will definitely earn more than provincial university graduates."
"..."
Ten minutes later, Wang Peng couldn't take it anymore.
“Stop! Stop!” he said. “I don’t want to work for someone else after graduating from university. I want to start my own business.”
Chen Qingshu and Li Fang both shut up.
In their minds, a higher education level equals a higher salary.
But a high salary is not as good as being your own boss and paying other people's salaries.
The two looked at each other, unsure of what to say.
After all, Pengdi's business acumen is undeniable.
"Brother, sister, you should think carefully about how to handle the shops in the People's Department Store," Wang Peng said.
Upon hearing this, all three fell silent.
Chen Qingshu has decided to teach at the provincial capital's experimental high school, and the provincial capital will be where he will work and live from now on.
Li Fang's stationery store is located in Ping'an County, so it's definitely not going to be able to continue operating.
Transfer is mandatory.
However, the stationery store business doesn't make a fortune every day, but it can still earn eight or nine hundred yuan a month.
It's worth noting that the average wage in Ping'an County is only 300 yuan.
“Pengdi, you should think about your business first,” Li Fang said.
“That’s right,” Chen Qingshu said gloatingly. “My family’s business is like a chicken rib – tasteless to eat, but a pity to throw away.”
“Your business is a golden goose; it would be a shame to simply give it up,” Chen Qingshu added.
Wang Peng scratched his head; the stationery wholesale business was indeed giving him a headache.
In a few months I'll be going to university in the provincial capital, so I'll definitely have to give up my stationery wholesale business.
At this moment, Xu Rong and her daughter Li Mengjiao arrived.
"Aunt Xu, little sister Mengjiao." Li Fang hurriedly went out to greet them.
She took Li Mengjiao's hand and said, "Congratulations, Mengjiao, on getting into Tsinghua University!"
"Sister Fang, thank you." Li Mengjiao forced a smile.
Passing the imperial examination with flying colors is a great joy in life, but she couldn't feel happy.
For her, the best thing in the world would be if Wang Peng were also admitted to Tsinghua University, and the two of them could continue studying in the same classroom.
"Aunt Xu, Mengjiao, congratulations!" Wang Peng sincerely congratulated them.
Unfortunately, Li Longfei is still in prison.
The application to send his daughter to study in Beijing was not approved by the Ping'an County Court.
He was destined to miss out on his daughter's great happiness.
Thinking of this, Wang Peng let out a long sigh.
Fate plays tricks on people, and retribution is inevitable.
"Xiaofang, thank you. Teacher Chen, thank you for teaching Mengjiao. Xiaopeng, thank you..."
Xu Rong's voice choked with sobs, and tears streamed down her face.
Li Fang and Li Mengjiao quickly comforted her.
The group went to the main room, sat down, and started talking.
Wang Peng brewed a pot of hot tea.
"Xiao Peng, I'm going to say something that might offend you, please don't be angry, okay?" Xu Rong said weakly.
Wang Peng scratched his head and laughed, "Auntie, just say what you want to say, why are you being so polite with me?"
"Then, I'll tell you."
Xu Rong gritted her teeth and said, "Yesterday I went to visit your uncle in prison. I discussed it with him, and we plan to take over your stationery business."
The air suddenly went quiet, and everyone looked at Xu Rong.
Xu Rong felt extremely uncomfortable, and her face turned red.
“Sure,” Wang Peng quickly said, trying to ease her embarrassment.
“Auntie, I can transfer my business and customers to you,” Wang Peng said with a smile.
For the past year, Xu Rong has been responsible for delivering goods to customers, and they have gotten used to it.
If she were to take over the stationery business, theoretically, she could make a seamless transition.
"Auntie, tell me your price range. How much are you planning to pay to take over the property?" Wang Peng asked.
Xu Rong secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
"Xiaopeng, our demolition compensation is nowhere in sight, and your aunt doesn't have much money either."
"Your uncle means that you should use 70,000 yuan, plus your stationery business, to exchange for my family's Santana."
He also said that the price was negotiable, and that the 30,000 yuan could be owed to my family first.
Xu Rong blushed again at this point.
Wang Peng was completely dumbfounded.
Four years ago, Li Longfei spent 200,000 yuan to buy that Santana.
Even a four-year-old used car shouldn't be cheap.
Wang Peng estimated that this car would sell for over 100,000 yuan without any problem.
Although my stationery wholesale business is doing well, I make a maximum profit of 12,000 yuan a year.
My dear reader, there's more to this chapter! Please click the next page to continue reading—even more exciting content awaits!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
