"No way, if he were coming back, he could definitely get here..."
As Yu Jinsheng spoke, he glanced outside and met Yu Mobai's gaze. For a moment, he felt a little awkward, then turned back and said, "Old woman, I think you're right."
Upon hearing this, Zheng Zhaoxia quickly wiped her hands on her apron. "Oh, the young master has gone home. He doesn't even want to make a sound?"
"I just got here."
Yu Mobai said with a smile, "Mom, are you going to ask me how many points I got on the test?"
"What's wrong? You look like you did really well on the exam?"
Zheng Zhaoxia stretched out her hand, "How many points did you get? Show them to your mother, see if you can help her have a good New Year."
"Mom, what kind of thinking is that? I'm not in junior high or high school anymore. Why should I be judged by my grades?"
Yu Mobai complained with great dissatisfaction, "When we were kids, if you did well on the exams, you got good food during the New Year; if you did poorly, you got to eat cold steamed buns on the first day of the Lunar New Year."
"You little brat, do you have any conscience?"
Zheng Zhaoxia glared at him fiercely, "So what if I let you eat a steamed bun that one time? That steamed bun was even offered as tribute, it was all good stuff. Besides, it's just a steamed bun, why hold a grudge for so many years? You have no conscience!"
Yu Mobai only said one sentence, but Zheng Zhaoxia had a whole lot to say to him. She was just an ordinary mother, with a sharp tongue but a soft heart. I'm afraid many families are like that.
Zheng Zhaoxia asked, "How did you do on the exam this time?"
"good."
Yu Mobai nodded with a grin, "Anyway, I passed."
"You passed?"
Zheng Zhaoxia looked incredulous. "Let me see it."
Yu Mobai chuckled. He knew Zheng Zhaoxia would pull this stunt, so he had already conspired with Yan Wenbin to change his grades.
It wasn't a matter of just a few words; Yan Wenbin simply communicated with the teachers of each subject and it was all settled.
After proving himself, Yu Mobai sprawled comfortably on the sofa. "Mom, I didn't lie to you, did I? I really passed every subject. I'm sure I'll have a lot of room for improvement next year."
Zheng Zhaoxia examined Yu Mobai's report card repeatedly but found no signs of alteration, so she had no choice but to believe it.
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"I'll trust you for now."
"Tch, it makes it sound like I'm faking it."
Yu Mobai complained indignantly, "What kind of mother doesn't trust her own son at all?"
"Who told you to learn how to change grades from a young age?"
Zheng Zhaoxia snorted coldly, "And you're really bold. You got a score of 10 on your junior high English test and then dared to change it to 100. Who gave you that courage?"
"Mom, the full score for junior high English is 150. It's normal for me to change it to 100, right?"
Yu Mobai started to protest again, "Besides, wasn't I just trying to maintain family harmony and prevent you from being too upset? All of this is for you."
"For me, right?"
Zheng Zhaoxia, holding onto the sofa, picked up her slippers and said, "Come here, let me see how you're doing this for your mother."
"Hey, you old lady, why are you swearing?"
Yu Mobai shuddered and flipped over the sofa to dodge the attack. "Mom, I've made a lot of money this year. I'll give you half of it as a gift. Could you put down your slippers?"
How much money did you make?
Zheng Zhaoxia stopped; she was actually a little curious herself.
Yu Mobai chuckled and wagged his index finger.
Zheng Zhaoxia deliberately asked, "One hundred yuan?"
"No, guess again?"
"One thousand yuan."
"Let's add three zeros to the end and multiply it seven or eight times."
Yu Mobai said with a grin, "How about I give you half of it as a token of my respect?"
"Tch, you dare to offer me such a paltry sum of money?"
Zheng Zhaoxia looked indifferent, still clutching Yu Mobai's report card in her hand. "I'd be happier if you got an 80 on your test than with this little bit of money."
"???"
Yu Mobai was completely bewildered. "Mom, do you now see money as dirt?"
"Alright, alright, wash your hands and get ready to eat."
Zheng Zhaoxia put down her slippers, folded the report card neatly, and placed it in the small compartment.
Yu Mobai went to wash his hands, and Zheng Zhaoxia then stared wide-eyed in the kitchen, "Old Yu, did you hear how much money your son earned in a year?"
"I heard that. They earn more than us."
Yu Jinsheng nodded.
"Your son can't go astray just because he has money, can he?"
She didn't feel happy; instead, she felt worried and nervous.
This is a normal reaction from a mother when faced with her son earning an astronomical sum of money.
After all, this was a number that neither of them would have dared to dream of before, but it actually happened.
Her biggest worry was that Yu Mobai would go astray after he got money.
Those celebrities are rich, right? So many people go to their clubs, so many people gamble there.
Once they're out of control, it's too late if something really happens.
"That is a problem."
Yu Jinsheng nodded, "If not, you can go to Shengjing to keep an eye on him. The supermarket has enough manpower; I can manage on my own."
...
Inside the bathroom, Yu Mobai was happily relieving himself, completely unaware of the messy thoughts his parents were having outside.
If he really wanted to make a lot of money, there are plenty of ways; he wouldn't need to work so hard (actually, it's not hard at all) to make money.
He can openly and honestly disclose his current assets to others, and even if someone with ulterior motives tries to verify them, there is nothing wrong with them.
If there's any minor flaw, it lies in the 600,000 yuan of start-up capital.
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