Era: Starting with the struggle to refuse being taken advantage of

Chapter 297 Father, Father, Father!
"Dad, what's wrong with you? I just asked you to do a little favor and you're pretending to faint?"

In his last moments before fainting, Wang Degong could still hear Wang Jinshan's complaining voice in his ears. Finally, he gave up struggling and completely lost consciousness.

……

When Wang Degong slowly woke up, he found himself already lying in his own bed.

Turning around, he saw Wang Jinshan's eager gaze and secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that his eldest son still cared about him.

Before he could even catch his breath, he heard Wang Jinshan's impatient voice:

"Father, you're finally awake."

"Do you know what outsiders are saying? They say our family members are all fools for giving up such good jobs."

“Some people even said that my family was an undercover agent in Wangjia Village, and that we cursed the village factory to go bankrupt in public so that the brigade would not give us work points at the end of the year.”

"Dad, you should go and teach that brat Wang Yong a lesson. He actually dared to expel Xia An. He has no respect for your reputation."

"Dad, you're so capable, you'll definitely be able to keep your job at the sugar factory just like last time."

"I heard that Wang Yong, that brat, just said at the sugar factory that he was going to raise the workers' wages."

"Eighty yuan, that's a full eighty yuan. You don't earn that much even if you work in the city."

"Dad, how can you still be sleeping? Get up!"

Father, Father, ... Father, ...

Wang Degong felt that Wang Jinshan was as annoying as a fly, and wished he had never woken up, otherwise he wouldn't be suffering like this.

Turning his back directly, Wang Degong said irritably:
"Didn't you all think that this matter was settled because of that three thousand yuan last time, and that it didn't matter who went? Then why did you call me?"

"You guys had your fun ranting at the sugar factory, but I had to swallow my pride and clean up your mess."

"I don't want to get involved in your mess right now. Your children and grandchildren have their own lives to live, so you can pray for your own good fortune."

Upon hearing Wang Degong's "unreasonable" words, Wang Jinshan immediately became displeased and said:
"Dad! Aren't we out of money this time?"

"You are the head of the family, you can't abandon our whole family."

Okay, now you know I'm the head of the household?

With a muffled groan, Wang Degong simply pulled the covers over his head, deciding not to get involved in the matter any further.

The last time he went to Wang Chengpeng for help, he had exhausted the last bit of their friendship. He still had his pride, and there was no way he would ask Wang Chengpeng for help again.

Seeing that Wang Degong really had no intention of helping, Wang Jinshan's eyes flashed with a hint of resentment, and he reluctantly walked out of the inner room.

As soon as he stepped out of the inner room, Zhao Yuju eagerly came to greet him, saying:

"Jinshan, did your father agree?"

"We have to help Xia An get her job back. That's eighty yuan a month. How long would we have to work in the fields to earn that?"

"Besides, didn't they say that we weren't on the same page as Wangjia Village? Sending Wang Xia'an to work at the sugar factory will shut them up."

Most importantly, Zhao Yuju could also use Wang Xia'an's job to get revenge and retaliate for all the humiliation she had suffered.

She didn't say the reason, though, since she still had to put on a show.

With a look of resentment in his eyes, Wang Jinshan complained, "Mother, that old man inside refuses to help at all."

"Isn't it just because I teased him a little last time? He's throwing a tantrum over something so trivial. How can a grandfather be like this, not caring about his own grandson's future?"

"Mother, you're the most capable. Think quickly and see if there's any way to resolve this."

"After all, you know that if you hadn't encouraged Wang Xia'an to go to the sugar factory and yell at people, he wouldn't have lost his job."

Hearing Wang Jinshan's words, Zhao Yuju was utterly amused. What did he mean by inciting Wang Xia'an to go to the sugar factory and start a ruckus? If she really had that kind of ability, why would she need to beg Wang Xia'an to come back?
But the thought of Wang Xia'an's face, so similar to Awei's, made Zhao Yuju unable to bring herself to ignore it. She could only grit her teeth and say:

"The solution is simple: spend money."

"This old bastard really thinks he's got some skills? Give me three thousand yuan, and I can do the same thing as last time."

"Although this time there was no damage to the equipment, the act of swearing and posting notices is similar in nature."

"So I think it would take at least three thousand yuan to solve this problem."

Thinking this, Zhao Yuju asked, "Jinshan, tell me how much money you have left. Let's pool our money and resolve this matter."

Upon hearing that Zhao Yuju intended to ask him for money, Wang Jinshan immediately objected, saying:

"Money? I don't have any money."

"Last time I raised money, I gave away all my possessions, and I really didn't have any money left."

"You can't even afford a bicycle anymore, so I have to walk every time I go to work."

Faced with Wang Jinshan's complaints about being poor, Zhao Yuju looked disdainful and said, "Don't try to play the poor card. I know better than you how much money I've given you over the years."

"I won't say much, but you can at least come up with a thousand yuan."

"Xia An is your son, are you planning to just stand by and watch him die?"

Having said that, these two people who knew each other inside and out had finally reached the point of revealing their true intentions.

After a moment's hesitation, Wang Jinshan ultimately chose to compromise.

After all, Zhao Yuju was right; Wang Xia'an was his own son.

Moreover, getting the job back is a sure-fire way to make money, as it's eighty yuan a month, and with benefits and compensation, it's definitely worth a hundred yuan.

One hundred yuan a month, that's one thousand two hundred yuan a year. You can earn that back in less than three years. It's a rare find.

Thinking of this, Wang Jinshan gritted his teeth and said, "I'll give you this thousand yuan, but I don't have any more than that."

Seeing that Wang Jinshan agreed, Zhao Yuju breathed a sigh of relief and said:

"I have about 1,500 yuan in savings, which I have painstakingly saved over the years. It will come in handy."

"But... we're still short five hundred dollars at most."

Hearing this, Wang Jinshan gestured with his lip, indicating that Zhao Yuju should ask Wang Desheng for help, but was instead met with ridicule from the latter.
"Don't joke around, the old man doesn't have any money on him."

“Over the years, I’ve never given him more than two hundred yuan. Last time, I’ve definitely emptied his pockets.” “That old man is really useless. He can’t be of any use when it comes to a critical moment.”

After thinking for a long time, Zhao Yuju seemed to suddenly remember something, and slapped her forehead, saying:
"By the way, I brought some dowry with me when I came here, including a bracelet that looks like it's made of gold."

"I'll take it to the gold shop in town and see if I can get a good price to make up for the last bit of money left."

Given the mess she made back then, Zhao Yuju's family couldn't be bothered with her at all, so how could they possibly give her such a priceless dowry?

The bracelet she mentioned was clearly the one that had been taken from Wang Chengpeng's grandmother, but she brazenly took it and gave it the title of her own dowry.

Although Wang Jinshan was curious as to why Zhao Yuju didn't even know what material her dowry was made of, he didn't bother to investigate further.

After all, as long as he doesn't have to spend any more money, he's too lazy to deal with this kind of nonsense.

These two self-proclaimed cunning fellows failed to notice the two figures, one in front and one behind, who were watching them intently.

The two figures were none other than Wang Degong, who was in the inner room, and Wang Chun'an, who had just arrived nearby.

Wang Degong was not a heartless man after all; he couldn't possibly abandon his own grandson.

Although he could no longer ask Wang Chengpeng for help, he could still offer advice and suggestions. Unexpectedly, he overheard such a wonderful drama.

One thousand yuan? One thousand five hundred yuan?
This amount was after the two of them had already paid, which gives you an idea of ​​just how wealthy they are.

The thought of how he had struggled to make ends meet all these years, while they had grown fat and bloated like parasites sucking his blood, sent a jolt of heart attack through Wang Degong.

He did want to help, but as Zhao Yuju said, he had only earned two hundred yuan over the years.

Even so, he still managed to save some money, which he then readily gave to the family when they needed it most.

However, this became a synonym for his incompetence and worthlessness, so how could he not be angry?

Hearing the rest, when Zhao Yuju mentioned selling the bracelets, his heart sank even further.

As the head of the family, how could Wang Degong not know whether Zhao Yuju's dowry included a bracelet?
It was precisely because of this that Wang Degong immediately thought of the bracelet that Wang Chengpeng had mentioned.

Standing by the door, Wang Degong was torn between two conflicting thoughts. He didn't know whether he should stop it or let it happen.

On one hand, there's the future of her own grandson, Wang Xia'an; on the other hand, there's the fake bracelet given to her by Wang Chengpeng, who has no blood relation to her.

This question seems simple, but it is actually a very good choice.

"Anyway, Wang Chengpeng said he didn't care about the fake bracelet, and I helped him get the new bracelet back. I'll just pretend I didn't know anything about this."

Thinking this, Wang Degong tiptoed back to bed, looking as if he were the one who was truly hiding from the light of day.

On the other side, listening to the two's discussion, Wang Chun'an was practically driven mad with jealousy.

He already resented giving this good job to Wang Xia'an, and now, in order to get Wang Xia'an back to this job, he discovered that his family was planning to pay such a huge price twice in a row.

Such horrific differential treatment nearly consumed Wang Xia'an with rage.

Suddenly, a brilliant idea struck him: to steal the bracelet beforehand and sell it.

Then, by shifting the blame onto Wang Chengpeng, who had previously visited the Wang family, he can reap the benefits and become the true winner.

Thinking of this, Wang Chun'an deeply regretted that he had told Zhao Yuju about this because of his cleverness. Otherwise, he could have taken the bracelet directly without going through all that trouble.

Fortunately, the house wasn't very big, and there were only a few places to hide things. He figured he could find what he needed if he searched around.

“You spent several thousand yuan on Wang Xia’an, and all I did was take a bracelet that didn’t belong to you in the first place. What did I do wrong?”

With this thought in mind, Wang Chun'an's figure disappeared into the darkness until it vanished completely.

No one could have imagined that such a terrible storm was brewing in such an inconspicuous little courtyard as the Wang family's old house.

……

Wang Chengpeng's home.

Wang Chengpeng, holding the course materials and using a wooden stick as a pointer, was gesturing something on the blackboard.

Below the stage, Zhu Hong sat upright, his eyes extremely focused, quickly absorbing the knowledge taught by Wang Chengpeng.

At this moment, he was wearing a military green camouflage uniform and sitting upright, he really looked like a soldier.

His eyes were just too clear, making him seem a little dim-witted.

Setting down his pointer, Wang Chengpeng asked Zhu Hong sternly:
"Zhu Hong, how did you learn in today's lesson?"

Nodding, then shaking his head, Zhu Hong's eyes were full of confusion as he said:
"I think I understand, but I also think I don't."

It's understandable that Zhu Hong's behavior would be due to the cramming style of education, which cramed too much knowledge into him in a short period of time.

Fortunately, Wang Chengpeng's teaching level was also extremely high. The proficiency he gained from Wang Zidong came in handy at this moment, allowing him to give Zhu Hong an extremely perfect lesson.

Nodding in satisfaction, Wang Chengpeng said, "It seems like you understand."

"Understanding knowledge directly can feel very abstract, but if you can do some exercises, you can completely internalize the knowledge points."

Under Zhu Hong's fearful gaze, Wang Chengpeng slowly spoke:

"I'll give you thirty questions right now. Once you think you've answered them all correctly, hand them in to me."

Looking at his watch, Wang Chengpeng thought for a moment and said:
"Time is of the essence. I'll give you an hour, which I believe should be enough."

At this point, Wang Chengpeng quickly wrote thirty questions on the blackboard, which were Zhu Hong's homework. The sight of them made Zhu Hong's scalp tingle.

Stepping into the courtyard, although it was already autumn, the power of the late summer heat was not to be underestimated; it was still incredibly hot.

Looking at the gradually full moon on the horizon, Wang Chengpeng's eyes were filled with countless thoughts, which ultimately turned into a sigh.

Recalling his past life when he was still fawning over Liu Yanran, Wang Chengpeng felt a pang of sadness.

Fortunately, I was reborn and came to my senses. In this life, I not only did not become a burden to my family, but I also led them onto a broad and prosperous path.

After some time, once the Dapeng Sugar Factory is on the right track, it will inevitably have many more departments.

In that time, my parents will also be able to be transferred to some relatively easy departments, which can be considered the best gift I can give them.

"The Mid-Autumn Festival is coming soon, it's time to make some preparations."

(End of this chapter)