Xueba's computing system

Chapter 101 Resolutions on Certain Historical Issues

Although Lin Yuan had only worked as a tutor for one month during the summer vacation, he still received very good reviews.

At that time, he also participated in various parties held by several employers' homes, and thus had some connection with the middle class of Zijin City.

These middle-class people are middle-class in the true sense, not just middle-class in statistics.

In Lin Yuan’s opinion, a more reasonable name for the middle class in statistics should be the median class.

As the name suggests, these people are in the middle of the income ranking system. The characteristics of this type of people are that they are temporarily free from the worries of livelihood, but due to their shallow foundation, they are at risk of falling back into poverty at any time.

Take the vast number of programmers for example. Taking advantage of the IT boom in recent decades, a large group of programmers bought houses and settled down in big cities or local provincial capitals, but they knew very well that if the next generation did not study well, they would most likely return to the class of their parents.

Therefore, using the word "middle class" to describe this group seems a bit funny no matter how you look at it.

Compared to those pseudo-middle class people whose lives are as fragile as paper, those people who live in high-end communities at the foot of Zhongshan Mountain and have assets worth tens of millions of yuan are qualified to be called "middle class".

Of course, these real middle-class people are not without worries.

Although their next generation, even if they have average qualifications, will most likely have a good livelihood. If that is not possible, they can rely on inheriting the assets of the previous generation and buying some stable financial management such as government bonds to ensure that two or three generations can have a stable life with no worries about food and clothing.

However, most people in the world want more. They also want to go further, just like Vice President Li.

For these people, a few hundred thousand extra dollars in income a year is just icing on the cake.

Lin Yuan used to be somewhat complacent about his annual salary of 50 at such a young age. But after calming down a little, he realized that with an annual salary of 50, after deducting personal income tax and food, drink, and toilet expenses, he would still not be able to afford a small villa at the foot of Zhongshan Mountain in his lifetime.

Although Lin Yuan is no longer a beast of burden, he still hasn't seen Rome.

Based on Lin Yuan's superficial understanding of Gu Xuan, he might be from a real middle-class family.

Therefore, in front of them, Lin Yuan's annual salary of 50 is nothing to brag about. Lin Yuan finally realized this painful fact.

He also quickly understood that those parents were willing to give him face because, firstly, they valued his potential to enter the higher education system in the future, and secondly, they valued his current entry into the circle of large Internet companies.

To sum it up in one sentence: they value Lin Yuan’s future connections.

Therefore, Lin Yuan easily found a private dance instructor for Xia Ye who paid 400 yuan per hour, and the parents of the two girls were willing to cooperate with Lin Yuan to hide their identities from Xia Ye.

Lin Yuan's excuse was that he didn't want his girlfriend to think that he was helping her behind the scenes. He wasn't stupid enough to tell others that he pretended to be a delivery man and played a love game with Xia Ye.

In order to avoid being exposed, Lin Yuan turned around and warned Xia Ye, "Don't say that you have a boyfriend who is a delivery man, otherwise it will lower your level."

Xia Ye was very confused by this, "I don't dislike you, what's wrong with delivering food, I even worked in a maid shop."

Lin Yuan quickly covered her mouth, "If you want to earn the money of rich people, you must maintain your status. Do you understand? Don't mention a word about delivery man and maid shop. You are going to teach dancing, so talk less and do more."

"Oh." Perhaps because he was hit hard by society, Xia Ye never thought of himself as too noble.

Even after half a month, when Xia Ye went to those high-end residential areas several times, she was not changed by the lifestyle there.

At first, Xia Ye would secretly bring some leftover desserts from her employer's house to Lin Yuan. After Lin Yuan's strict discipline, she gave up this loser behavior.

She then turned around and used funny body language to show Lin Yuan the etiquette lesson she had seen at her employer's home.

"They teach their children to drink tea like this, to take a sip first. The small spoon for adding milk should be placed like this, to open the lid with your hands first, and then scoop out the milk one spoonful at a time. Never pick up the whole thing and pour it into the teacup..."

"Also, you have to sit like this. Keep your legs together and sideways, and your back straight..."

Lin Yuan looked at Xia Ye, who looked like a skit actor, and said, "The village evening party should give you a chance to perform on stage."

"I'm serious. Hey, when I look at those two kids, I feel tired for them."

"Did they complain to you?"

"sometimes."

"Then did you feel very uncomfortable in that kind of environment?"

"Of course, once I walked through that door, I felt like I was going to class myself."

"What do you think of the life of rich people?"

"Hmm~~, I can't really tell."

"Then just tell me what you want to say, and let me see it."

"I feel," Xia Ye raised her head and tried to organize her words, "talking to them is so tiring. They always look at me with a smile, but I don't like talking to them." "Why?"

Xia Ye thought hard for a while, "I don't know. If it weren't for the money, I'd rather work in a milk tea shop."

"Don't you feel tired in the milk tea shop?"

"In a milk tea shop, I can talk loudly and laugh freely, and sit on the floor when I'm tired. But there, I have to do this, straighten my back, cross my arms, and think before I speak."

“It feels like I’m taking a four-hour class every time I go there?”

"Yeah, it's like taking a dance class for four hours straight."

"Well," Lin Yuan teased, "it seems that you are not born to be rich. You deserve to be the wife of a delivery man."

"That's good too. My family doesn't have any money anyway, and I have a dark history."

"Huh? Dark history? You didn't really work as a playmate, did you?" Lin Yuan asked casually.

"What's the matter? Would you be disgusted if I really did it to you?"

"I, I'm just asking." Lin Yuan was still very confused about this. After a pause, he couldn't help but asked, "Then do you have..."

"Humph, you men are like this, and you are like this too. I don't mind you delivering food, and you are not allowed to mind me either."

"Okay." Although Lin Yuan said this, he still wanted to know the answer. If he was really a delivery man, then there was really nothing to ask.

As the saying goes: A poor man does not choose his wife; a hungry man does not choose his food.

With Xia Ye's looks and figure, even if she reaches Song Xiaoxiao's level, she will not fall to the point of having to find a delivery man to take over her business.

But Lin Yuan is not a delivery man, so he feels uncomfortable.

But now he was in the role of a delivery man, and he was confused about how to start the conversation tactfully.

"Forget it, I'll ask again when I have the chance." Based on his understanding of Xia Ye, it shouldn't be too exaggerated, playing with her should be the bottom line.

"Are you feeling uncomfortable?" Unexpectedly, Xia Ye spoke first.

"Uh..." How could Lin Yuan not feel uncomfortable? Which man wouldn't feel uncomfortable?

"That's it. It's written all over your face." Even if Xia Ye was dumb, she still had a woman's intuition.

"I haven't done it. If I had met you later, I would probably have really been a playmate. I'm answering you now, and you are not allowed to ask me again. Otherwise, I won't like you anymore." Xia Ye said with a tearful voice, "I really won't like you."

Lin Yuan hugged her in his arms and said, "Okay, I won't ask anymore. As a delivery boy, I don't have the face to dwell on this kind of question, but I just can't help wanting to know. This is my fault."

"Don't say that. I understand you, but I just can't stand the look you gave me just now. Even though I stood in front of that store for a few days wearing stockings, I swear, I was clean inside and out. Don't look at me like that again."

Lin Yuan himself didn't care what his eyes were just now. Could it be that the man was worried about his green grassland? However, it didn't matter whether his eyes showed it or not, because that's what Lin Yuan thought in his heart.

"I admit that I mind that, but I won't ask you unilaterally. I, Lin Yuan, can make sure you have enough food and clothing for the rest of your life."

"We'll both work on this together. If you don't like it, I won't teach there."

"What don't I like?"

"I'm going to teach in a wealthy neighborhood. You ask me so many questions. Are you worried that I'll leave you alone if I meet someone rich?"

Lin Yuan suddenly realized that although Xia Ye was stupid, she was not stupid at times. No wonder she told him so much about her class experience there.

But as the mastermind who recommended Xia Ye to the school, Lin Yuan knew everything about Xia Ye's activities there. Those parents even sent him videos of Xia Ye's classes.

Just like,,, kindergarten teachers send videos of children to parents.

Lin Yuan was suddenly at a loss for words, "I'm so afraid that you won't want me..."

"I won't give up on you..."

. . .

In the midst of the fights, Lin Yuan and Xia Ye reached a resolution regarding some of Xia Ye's historical issues.

(End of this chapter)