Chapter 139 Can’t lose at the starting line?
"Lao Xiao, I'll call you back in five minutes. I'm driving now."
The call was disconnected.
Back to the studio, I walked through the tea room, entered the "secret talk room", closed the door, and called Lao Xiao.
The voice on the other end was very excited: "Master, come and make a fortune together. I'm back in the provincial capital now. The group has commissioned me to develop a scenic spot. There is an old Taoist temple in the scenic spot..."
It turned out that they found an old Taoist temple on the outskirts of the provincial capital and planned to turn it into a Taoist venue and then develop it into a tourist attraction.
I laughed and said, "The provincial capital is too big, I dare not act rashly."
Lao Xiao felt a little regretful and said, "You will have to leave Wuxiang one day. Don't be stubborn."
When will I leave Wuxiang? I've never thought about it. At least, I'll have to live in that 180-square-meter duplex for a few years.
Just after hanging up on Lao Xiao, his phone rang again. When he picked it up, it was Chen Er calling. He said a lot of words of thanks on the phone.
I said, "Mr. Chen, will you go home for the New Year?"
"No need to celebrate the New Year. I'm not used to living here. I want to come back and live alone. Maybe next month."
I was ecstatic: "When you come back, be sure to let me know so I can welcome you back."
"You don't have to treat me. I want to treat you."
There was a knock on the door, and Yifan stuck his head in: "Someone has been waiting for you for ten minutes."
I went out and saw that it was a middle-aged woman, about forty years old.
She looked at me and asked, "Mr. Wan, can you talk to us about children's education at night?"
What's the big deal? I make money from this.
I nodded and said, "Let's go to the next room and talk about the child first."
The woman sat down and said, "My last name is Cao, you can call me Sister Cao. My child is 16 years old, very disobedient and difficult to manage. Is it because of bad luck?"
I smiled and said, "Tell me one or two specific things first."
She sighed, "He doesn't act like a son at all. My husband and I treat him like a father, but now even calling him 'father' doesn't work. He gets angry at the slightest provocation. If we don't do what he wants, he'll run away. He even threatened to jump off the building. He's so scared that we have to be humble when we talk to him..."
I waved my hand to signal her to stop talking.
She looked at me with a puzzled expression and asked, "Is your luck really that bad?"
I sneered, "His luck is good, but yours and your wife's are not."
She pointed at herself: "Us?"
"Yes, there's no need for fortune-telling or horoscope reading. I can just count your fingers for you. Your husband is at least six years older than you."
She trembled, looked at me in surprise, and nodded after a while.
"Your family isn't well off."
She nodded again.
"Your husband married late, had a son at an older age, and was only allowed to have one child, so he values his son very much."
"Yes, grandparents are more important."
I burst out laughing and counted on my fingers:
"He started kindergarten at the age of five, learned calligraphy at the age of six, art at the age of seven, and piano at the age of nine. Anyway, he never had a day off. Every weekend and every holiday was spent studying."
She was surprised and nodded repeatedly. Then she said, "That's exactly right. His father and I wanted to make sure he didn't lose at the starting line."
My face darkened and I asked, "Who told you there's a starting line?"
The woman looked at me in surprise and mumbled, "Everyone says that."
"Nonsense. Your son and the sons of the rich were not born on the same starting line."
"Mr. Wan, is this sentence wrong?"
"No matter how much your family earns combined, it's only a little over 10,000 yuan. The wealthy people in the oil-rich countries of the Middle East, when their sons are born, they're all covered in oil. Are you guys starting from the same starting line?"
The woman blushed.
“There is only one stake, and everyone is on the same starting line.”
"Which one?"
"Personality."
The woman didn't understand what I meant and looked at me.
I knocked on the table. "Cultivating a correct outlook on life and values in him is the same starting line. You may not be able to send him to an aristocratic school, nor can you send him to Oxford or Cambridge, but you can cultivate his correct values, values and a good personality."
I took a sip of tea and continued, "But many families do it the wrong way."
The woman said, "We didn't do the opposite. We have been cultivating his versatility."
I sneered, "When he was three, he wanted to buy a toy car. We already had several at home, but you bought him one when he started asking for it."
The woman said, "If you don't buy it for him, he'll roll on the ground."
"Yes, because he rolled over, you guys didn't dare say no."
"He's just a kid, he doesn't understand things, so we just indulge him."
"He's in kindergarten now. He wants whatever others have, right?"
"Yes. One time he insisted on buying me a doll, and I told him it was for girls. He slammed his chopsticks and refused to eat."
I lit a cigarette and said, "Whatever he wants, just give in and satisfy him."
The woman said, “That’s about it.”
"Then why are you talking about not losing at the starting line? You've already lost from the start."
"Lost from the start?"
"That's right. If you didn't teach him how to behave, what's the point of learning calligraphy, art, or music?"
The woman's face flushed red.
I took a sip of tea and said, "Parenting is like a school. You must teach your child how to behave from a young age. You must satisfy legitimate requests and say no to unreasonable ones."
The woman said, "We are just too soft-hearted."
I shook my head. "It's not that you're too soft-hearted, it's that you're too hard-hearted. You're raising a rebellious child. When educating a child, you must be firm: no, no. You must not compromise.
The woman asked, "Can I change it now?"
I pondered for a moment. "A person's personality is set before the age of 12. It's hard to change it now. Before 12, you give them whatever they ask for. This kind of spoiling will only cultivate a selfish and self-centered child."
The woman sighed. "Yes, that's just his personality. We must make him the center of attention."
I said coldly, "Habits become second nature. Now that he's grown up, when you can't satisfy him, he'll find another way. He used to roll on the floor, but now he yells at you and slams tables and chairs. That doesn't work, so he runs away from home."
The woman trembled even more violently.
"Why does this happen? Because you've pampered him, spoiled him, and made him a 'bully at home.' And at school, there are people who are even more bullying than him. These people won't tolerate him, won't indulge him, and may even bully, beat him, and humiliate him. So, he becomes even more bullying at home and even more bullying outside. Gradually, he becomes disillusioned with society. Anything that triggers him will lead to something out of the ordinary."
The woman pressed her hand against her heart. "That's right. One day, I secretly read his diary. Every entry was filled with hatred. He hated others for bullying him, hated himself for his poor grades, and hated his parents for disciplining him every day."
After the woman finished speaking, tears streamed down her face.
I stood up and said, "Bring him here tonight."
The woman's eyes suddenly lit up.
I think that with my Wan Shanhong's kung fu, even if it is a piece of iron, I will melt it.
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