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

Chapter 338 Asking for advice
It has to be said that Wang Yong was really efficient. The next day, when Wang Tieshan and Liu Chunhua returned, they talked about the canteen.

During the meal, Wang Tieshan said with a smile:

"I saw construction going on next door during the day today."

"I was curious and asked around, and found out that it wasn't a warehouse that was being repaired, but a cafeteria."

"That's the canteen! I heard you can buy really good food at a very cheap price. The factory's benefits are really good."

No sooner had Wang Tieshan finished speaking than Liu Chunhua stomped on his foot and gave him a warning look.

My own son gave up his job because of supporting his elderly parents. To talk about how good the factory was in front of him is like rubbing salt into his wounds.

Sure enough, after Liu Chunhua's reminder, Wang Tieshan immediately realized something was wrong and said:

"Hey son, I was just talking nonsense, don't take it to heart."

"The job at Dapeng Sugar Factory is terrible. Not only do you have to work long hours every day, but the pay is also low. There's really no good place for you."

"Once you get into university, we'll assign you a better job, and maybe you can even become an official in the city."

Upon hearing Wang Tieshan's words, Wang Chengpeng said with some surprise:
"What? So working at the sugar factory isn't as great as I thought?"

“A few days ago, Director Wang told me that he wanted me to work as a technical consultant at the factory, and that I would earn a full 100 yuan a month.”

"At the time, I thought it was a good idea and planned to start working after the college entrance examination."

"Looking at it this way, I think I should just refuse Director Wang. After all, it's really not a good job."

Putting everything else aside, the idea of ​​making sugar from beets came from Wang Chengpeng, and he was the one who later taught Wang Yong the beet sugar-making method. He deserves the title of technical consultant.

This matter was something Wang Yong mentioned to Wang Chengpeng a few days ago; Wang Chengpeng obtained the position through his own abilities.

In addition, the job of a technical consultant is easy and flexible, so he felt there was nothing to be embarrassed about accepting it and immediately agreed.

In order not to affect the college entrance examination, he agreed to take up the post after the exam, which was just a good opportunity to tease Wang Tieshan.

Upon hearing Wang Chengpeng's words, Wang Tieshan was dumbfounded. He turned to look at Liu Chunhua, implying that she should quickly make amends, as this was completely different from what they had agreed upon.
If his son missed out on such a good job because of his criticism, he would truly regret it.

Putting everything else aside, that salary of a full hundred yuan is something that countless people can only dream of.

Liu Chunhua was also somewhat embarrassed; she never expected things to turn out this way. She immediately tried to smooth things over:
“Son, don’t listen to your dad’s nonsense. The jobs at the factory are great.”

"Not only is the work easy, but the salary is also very high."

"Now even the cafeteria has been built, making it much more convenient for us to eat in the future."

"Don't be fooled by how busy we are now, it's because it's beet season. Once the season is over, there'll be practically nothing to do."

"Besides, the job of a technical consultant sounds like it's not very busy. Even if we are busy, you are unlikely to be busy."

"This is a rare opportunity to find a job right here in your neighborhood. It's much more cost-effective than going to the city. You absolutely can't miss this opportunity."

Nodding in agreement, Wang Chengpeng smiled and said, "Actually, that's what I was thinking too."

"Since my parents also think so, I will go to work in the factory after the college entrance examination."

"If I get into university, then we'll see how things go then."

Hearing Wang Chengpeng agree, Wang Tieshan finally breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile:

“I knew my son was a capable person; he could find a job that others dream of.”

"When the time comes, our whole family will be working in the same factory, and that will be a family reunion."

"By the way, when Xiaoyan grows up, if she can't find a good job, she can come and work in the factory."

"I'll talk to Director Wang about it then. If it really doesn't work out, I'll step down and let Xiao Yan take over."

Listening to Wang Tieshan rambling on about the future, his eyes full of hope, Wang Chengpeng smiled broadly.

For the first time, he felt that opening the sugar factory was truly worthwhile, and that all the effort he had put in, both openly and secretly, was worthwhile.

However, now is not the time to slack off, especially for Zhu Hong, who has been out of the game for too long. If he wants to get into a suitable university, he will have to work hard.

time does not wait!
It seems that the intensive training must continue to ensure that Zhu Hong can at least get into a decent university.

While eating, Zhu Hong suddenly felt a chill and couldn't help but shiver, but he didn't know the source of the chill.

After looking around, he finally lowered his head and started picking at his food.

Having a big heart has its advantages, namely, you can simply pretend that things you don't understand didn't happen.

……

After the news of the resumption of the college entrance examination was announced, everyone's focus shifted to studying.

Even if you're not preparing for the college entrance exam yourself, as long as someone in your family is taking it, your focus will inevitably shift, since a love of learning is something ingrained in everyone's bones.

Of all professions, only studying is noble; this is a principle that has been passed down from ancient times.

It was precisely because of this that Wangjia Village became unusually quiet and entered a period of calm.

Apart from the occasional person coming to borrow books, Wang Chengpeng's home was generally peaceful and quiet.

Thump, thump, thump...

A familiar knock sounded at the door. Wang Chengpeng looked out and found that the person who came in was Song Sixi.

Since Luo Wenbin's incident, Song Sixi has increasingly admired Wang Chengpeng's words.

In particular, he personally felt the malice that other educated youths were intentionally or unintentionally emanating from him, and in the end, he followed Wang Chengpeng's advice and moved to another place to live.

However, in this way, Song Sixi would be unable to fulfill the mutual help and support he had mentioned at the previous meeting of educated youth.

Without any tutoring from other educated youths who were good at other subjects, he had to rely entirely on self-study, so you can imagine how inefficient his learning was.

It was precisely when Song Sixi was struggling to learn that he suddenly remembered what Wang Chengpeng had once said: that if he had any questions, he could ask him for help.

Song Sixi was somewhat skeptical about how much knowledge an ordinary teenager living in the countryside could possibly have. However, with no other option but to try anything, he eventually sought out Wang Chengpeng to address his doubts.

When Song Sixi arrived at Wang Chengpeng's house, he was a little puzzled because he found that Wang Chengpeng was actually teaching another big guy who looked like he had super fighting ability.

The idiom "talking past each other like chickens and ducks" inexplicably popped into Song Sixi's mind.

Wang Chengpeng didn't like the feeling of only speaking halfway, and since he couldn't delay Zhu Hong's studies, he could only say to Song Sixi with a face full of apology:

"Song Zhiqing, I'm so sorry, I'm busy right now. Please wait until I finish explaining this problem before we talk."

Song Sixi's visit to Wang Chengpeng was already a disturbance, and since Wang Chengpeng had already helped him a lot, he naturally had no objections.
He immediately sat down to wait and also wanted to see how good Wang Chengpeng's teaching skills were.

Unexpectedly, Song Sixi thought that with the college entrance examination approaching, Wang Chengpeng would be teaching high school knowledge points, but it turned out to be junior high school knowledge points, which seemed quite simple to Song Sixi.

However, it was precisely this seemingly simple knowledge point that made Zhu Hong scratch his head in frustration.
He was only at the level of an elementary school student, and it was no easy task for him to reach the level required to take the college entrance examination in just two or three months of intensive study.

Fortunately, neither of them needed to earn work points, so they had plenty of time to study from morning till night. Strictly speaking, one day was definitely equivalent to two days.

Song Sixi had simply been sitting casually to the side, listening to Wang Chengpeng's lecture.

After all, this was just a junior high school curriculum, and he had not only learned it all, but he had learned it very well, so there was no need for him to learn it again.

However, as Song Sixi listened, his expression became increasingly serious. Not only that, but his posture also changed, becoming more and more upright, much like listening to a teacher's lecture in a classroom.

There's no other reason than that Wang Chengpeng's teaching is simply too amazing.

The seemingly complex problem in front of them was quickly broken down into a combination of several simple problems by Wang Chengpeng.

The next step is to solve these simple problems one by one, and then we can combine them to get the final answer.

Solving these small problems is not difficult; the difficulty lies in simplifying complex problems. At least Song Sixi believes he cannot simplify complex problems as easily as Wang Chengpeng.

However, this was not the most shocking thing for Song Sixi. After all, he was not an arrogant person who would think he was the most powerful person in the world.

Whether the steps to solve the problem are difficult or easy is not important to him at all, since he only needs to master his own problem-solving methods and solve the problem.

Besides, this is just a junior high school question; it can't be that complicated.

What Song Sixi truly valued was Wang Chengpeng's teaching methods—his ability to break down knowledge and feed it into students' minds. Some might even believe that Wang Chengpeng was a senior teacher.

At least Song Sixi felt that Wang Chengpeng's teaching was far better than his own junior high school teacher, and Zhu Hong nodded frequently under his guidance, often showing an expression of sudden realization, clearly having gained a lot.

It was precisely because of Wang Chengpeng's extraordinary teaching ability that Song Sixi's eyes were filled with surprise. He had a premonition that he had come to the right place this time.

Wang Chengpeng explained the problems very quickly; he finished explaining a complex geometry problem in just a few minutes.

While Zhu Hong was deep in thought, Wang Chengpeng approached Song Sixi and asked curiously:
"Song Zhiqing, I wonder what brings you here to see me this time?"

"If you're borrowing books, just tell me what books you want and I'll go get them for you."

In order to keep the number of books in his collection within a controllable range and avoid the awkward situation of putting in effort for nothing and ultimately turning into a situation where "a little help is appreciated, but too much help is resented", Wang Chengpeng does not allow people who come to borrow books to go to his warehouse.

That is why those people will never know exactly how many books Wang Chengpeng has.

He would selectively borrow books based on the borrower's needs, thus keeping the borrowing process completely under his control.

This kind of thing sounds simple, but it requires extremely terrifying control and extraordinary memory.

Many people can't do things with a computer, but Wang Chengpeng can probably do them easily with his brain.

Song Sixi stood up and bowed to Wang Chengpeng before sitting down and saying:
"Comrade Wang, you've misunderstood. I didn't come here to borrow books."

"Actually, I have some problems that I really can't figure out, so I came here to ask you for advice."

At this point, Song Sixi took out the questions he had copied down and handed them to Wang Chengpeng, saying:

"This question is really too difficult to solve. I've been thinking about it for two or three days and still have no clue. I can only skip it and learn other knowledge points first."

"But this kind of half-learning and half-forgetting attitude is really not good, making it difficult for me to get a satisfactory score in this college entrance examination."

"Comrade Wang, you once said that if I had any doubts, I could come and ask you. That's why I've come to ask you for advice."

"If you know the answer, please feel free to share it with me."

"If you don't understand, that's okay. I'll go back and think about it. With more time, I'll eventually come up with a solution."

Instead of answering Song Sixi's question directly, Wang Chengpeng took the question he was given and started reading it.

In just a moment, Wang Chengpeng smiled and gave his answer, saying:
"Solving this problem isn't too difficult. I've taken a quick look, and there are roughly three ways to solve it."

Song Sixi: ...? ? ?
Wang Chengpeng's comment that it wasn't difficult was already a blow to Song Sixi, but then Wang Chengpeng went on to say that he had three different approaches to solving the problem.

This situation made Song Sixi feel somewhat ashamed.

Driven by a thirst for knowledge, Song Sixi didn't have time to think of anything else and respectfully spoke to Wang Chengpeng, saying:

"Please teach me, Comrade Wang."

Wang Chengpeng nodded, indicating he didn't mind sharing his knowledge.

However, he didn't want to waste his time, so after a moment's hesitation, Wang Chengpeng offered his suggestion, saying:

"Solving this problem isn't difficult, but I'd like Comrade Zhu Hong to come and listen as well. Song Zhiqing, do you have any objections?"

Song Sixi: ...? ? ?
Are you sure a middle school student won't misunderstand a high school student's questions?

However, since Wang Chengpeng was kindly helping him solve the problem, he naturally had no objections and readily agreed.

Zhu Hong, who was frowning, hadn't even had time to digest the knowledge he had just acquired when Wang Chengpeng called him over to learn new knowledge, making his expression even more distressed.

He sat side by side with Song Sixi, like students at the same table, listening to Wang Chengpeng gesturing on the blackboard.

To facilitate teaching, Wang Chengpeng did not skimp on purchasing teaching aids; he had all the necessary teaching tools, such as chalk and blackboard.

(End of this chapter)