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"Look, this is my bankbook. I earned over ten thousand dollars from doing business with your Phone Card. I can't possibly be lying to you about real money, right? Who would pay to be scammed?"
Jiang Yizhou received a call from that company after finishing lunch. He was now showing his mother the bankbook that he originally intended to use for starting his own company and renting servers, but in the end, it was just a small amount of money—just over ten thousand.
"And this computer on the table, which costs nearly ten thousand, is also something I earned myself. Now you should believe me, right?" Jiang Yizhou kept presenting facts and reasoning to reassure his overly worried mother.
Gao Qingzhen knew that anything could be a lie, but money was tangible and trustworthy. After a while of silence, she suddenly stood on her tiptoes and hugged her son, kissing him several times on the cheek. "You really are my good son! How come I never noticed you had this talent before? If only you had studied hard back then, you'd be a college student by now!"
His mother felt both happy and regretful. She was glad her son had found a new path and didn't have to earn a living through hard labor in the fields or construction sites. In their view, using one's brain wasn't considered hard work.
Unfortunately, it was a bit late. There were people in the village making money, but it took several years for a college student to emerge. Having a college student in the family was something to be envied. Now that her son could handle such advanced things, she thought he must have the potential for learning. Why did he drop out of school before?
It must have been the teachers' fault for not teaching well and delaying her child! Er Ya only got sent to the town school and managed to do so well!
The more Gao Qingzhen thought about it, the more she blamed those old teachers who worked hard at the Village School.
Jiang Yizhou sighed in relief, pushing his mother away. He thought to himself that if he had known earlier, he should have just borrowed a camera to take a picture of the bankbook and sent it home. Simple parents would see their son making money and, aside from worrying about where it came from, wouldn't have so many concerns!
"These two metal pieces and this board cost nearly ten thousand? Why is it so expensive?" His mother became interested in the computer he bought. The two metal pieces referred to the monitor and the main unit, while the board was the keyboard. "This thing looks like a television!"
"This is for my work. Let me demonstrate it for you. Press this power button to turn it on, enter the password and press this square to get in, and then there's this mouse..."
In the end, since he couldn't teach his mother much more practically, he simply set up a typing game for her. It featured corresponding letter balloons; pressing the corresponding keys would pop the balloons. This was basic practice for those who couldn't even grasp letters properly.
Leaving the Yinghaiwei Company, Jiang Yizhou realized there was no hope at all, as they merely wanted to recruit him to develop a corresponding product for the Yinghaiwei timeline. Yes, a dead-end job, merely an additional service.
Recalling the rapid decline of this company later on, he had initially thought that the seemingly advanced Yinghaiwei could invest in him again, but now it was clear that this was wishful thinking; it was simply not suitable for such endeavors anymore.
He had even summarized his wording last night; if he agreed, he might as well return to Jinshan to hone his skills!
The main point was that he did not want to board a sinking ship.
Giving up, he realized that connections were indeed valuable! As someone who started from scratch, aside from knowing a few people on Huiduo Network and his former boss Lin Jun, he was otherwise completely in the dark. He couldn't attract investment, and even if there was a possibility, not many would recognize him.
“Mom, I’m back!” A dejected Jiang Yizhou pushed open the door. His mother was still in the kitchen preparing dinner. He curiously asked, “Mom, why haven’t you packed your bags yet? Wouldn’t it be better to head to the train station early?”
The most suitable train ticket he bought was for the eight o'clock train; he had always taken this train because it arrived just as he woke up from his second nap.
“No rush, it’s only a little past five. I’ll finish cooking first; I’m stewing pig trotters! You wouldn’t know how to do it, so I have to get everything ready before I leave!” Gao Qingzhen planned to make a big meal for her son. In addition to the long-stewing pig trotters, she had already set out chicken feet, braised fish, and slippery meat soup on the table—thankfully all in portions.
“Why are you making so much? I can’t finish it!” Mainly because Jiang Yizhou found it too greasy.
“Just take your time eating! I bought a cover; if you can’t finish it, just cover it up to keep flies away!” In the kitchen with a ladle in hand, Gao Qingzhen was in good spirits. Seeing her son doing well made her very happy.
The couple at home were just average; nearing forty years old with various responsibilities and earning some extra money without much ambition. They just wanted their two children—especially the eldest—to marry and have kids as soon as possible so they could enjoy being grandparents…
Jiang Yizhou changed out of his formal attire into shorts and a shirt while waiting for his mother to bring the pot of tender pig trotters to the table. He eagerly served himself rice and started eating.
“Aren’t you quite fond of eating?” Gao Qingzhen noticed there was still space in her son’s bowl and immediately added a scoop of slippery meat soup while she ate her own.
"..." With his mouth full of food, Jiang Yizhou couldn't speak and didn't bother to be polite. After all, since his mother had left, he had to handle everything himself; whether he ate less or more, he still had to eat.
Once Jiang Yizhou was full and patting his belly, Gao Qingzhen came out of the bedroom carrying her bag. The change of clothes inside was still a bit damp, neatly packed in a bag.
After changing into his sneakers, Jiang Yizhou led his mother onto the bus. Upon arriving at West Railway Station, he held his mother's train ticket and bought a platform ticket at the ticket window before entering the waiting room with her.
"Son, pay attention to your clothing. I see you haven't added any winter clothes to your wardrobe. In a month or two, I'll send you some autumn shirts, long johns, sweaters, and warm pants. You should also buy some clothes for yourself; your room doesn't even have heating. It's very cold in the north during winter, so take care of your health!"
"Also, I still don't understand what kind of job you're doing. But you should conduct yourself properly and find a stable job. Look at you; this is already your third job in just a few months. Don't get involved in those speculative businesses anymore!"
Jiang Yizhou's eyes darted around. "Mom, that's not speculation; it's guaranteed profit. Do you believe I can drive back home for the New Year?"
Seeing the crowd that had already formed a line, Gao Qingzhen stuffed the water bottle into her bag. "What big talk! Take care of your health. If you can come home for the New Year, then do so. Do you hear me?"
"I heard you! I heard you! I'm leaving now; the gate has opened!"
Really... she can be a bit chatty!
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