Rebirth: Starting with Capturing the Goddess Mentor

Chapter 105 Even the general public can show off now.
Chen Yan's hometown is Cixian County, a county under the jurisdiction of Ningbo City.

Although Cixian County is only a county-level city, its annual GDP is over 200 billion yuan, and it consistently ranks sixth or seventh among China's top 100 counties. Well-known brands such as Fotile kitchenware and Bull sockets originated here.

Chen Yan's family lives in Chenjia Village, Guangming Town, Cixian County. Although it is a rural area, the private economy in Jiang Province is very developed, and almost one in ten households owns their own factory.

So Chen Yan's village wasn't as poor as people imagined. On the contrary, many families in the village had built two- or three-story houses.

At this moment, in a two-story villa in Chenjia Village, a slightly plump woman was sitting in the living room. Her small eyes revealed a shrewdness, as if she was always plotting something.

At that moment, she was sitting with her legs crossed, cracking sunflower seeds. Instead of throwing the shells into the trash can, she spat them directly onto the ground with a "pui" sound.

A young man sat next to the woman. He was upright, had a refined appearance, and wore silver-rimmed glasses. But upon closer inspection, one could see that his eyebrows and eyes bore a resemblance to the slightly plump woman beside him.

The woman eating sunflower seeds is Chen Yan's second aunt, and the young man next to her is her only son, Chen Bo.

That's right, his name is Chen Bo, the "Bo" in "learned and talented," not the "bo" in "morning."

Grandpa Chen Yan had four sons. Chen Bo's father was the second oldest, and Chen Yan's father was the third oldest. The four brothers lived in the same village and would visit each other during festivals.

At this moment, Chen Yan's second aunt stopped eating sunflower seeds and smiled at He Juan beside her:

"Ah Juan, Xiao Yan is really ruthless. It's almost 11 o'clock and he still hasn't come back. He's so young, yet he's already so hardworking. He'll definitely make a lot of money in a factory later, don't you think?"

Because he didn't want his parents to worry, Chen Yan lied and said he was working during winter break to earn pocket money, without directly mentioning that he had already started a business while still in school.

He Juan felt a little uncomfortable after hearing what Chen Yan's second aunt said. The implication was that she was looking down on her son.

"hehe."

He Juan gave a forced smile: "My son at least got a bachelor's degree, so he'll have no problem getting a job at a big bank in the future."

In fact, He Juan was right. According to the trajectory of his previous life, after graduating, Chen Yan did indeed first go to work as a customer manager at a joint-stock bank.

The title "account manager" sounds prestigious, but in reality, they just do ordinary sales work.

Making 100 phone calls a day, going door-to-door to meet clients, and asking, "Hello boss, I'm a client manager from [bank name], do you have any current cash flow needs? Our bank's lowest interest rate starts at 3%..."

"Hahahahaha."

Unexpectedly, upon hearing He Juan's words, Second Aunt suddenly burst into laughter and shouted:
"Ah Juan, I'm not trying to discourage you. I'm not saying Xiao Yan didn't do well on the exam, but I think it's necessary to remind you so that you won't feel too disappointed later."

"College students today are not as sought after as we were back then. It's said online that college graduates are unemployed as soon as they graduate. Except for popular majors from top universities like 985/211, which don't have to worry about employment, it's honestly difficult for ordinary undergraduates to find a job with a monthly salary of 5000 yuan."

"Xiao Yan didn't even get into a 985/211 university. Even if she gets a job at a bank, she'll only be doing the lowest-level work and won't be able to get a good position."

Auntie seemed oblivious to He Juan's increasingly dark expression and continued to mutter to herself, "Unlike our Abo, who got into Shanghai Jiaotong University and is studying a popular major like computer science."

"Ah Juan, you have no idea, next year our Ah Bo will be interning at Alibaba!"

“You know Ali Baba, right? He’s the one who does Taobao. Once Abo gets a permanent position, he can work for a few years and save some money. His dad and I will then make a down payment on a small apartment for him in Hangzhou. We’ll find him a nice girl, and he can settle down in a big city.”

At this moment, the second aunt seemed to be thirsty, picked up the tea leaves on the coffee table, took a sip, and said to her son Chen Bo:
"Oh right, Bo, Xiao Yan is also in Hangzhou. If he can't find a good job in the future, you, as his cousin, have to help him out."

Upon hearing this, Chen Bo adjusted his glasses and said confidently:

"Don't worry, Mom. By the time Xiaoyan graduates, I'll have saved enough for a down payment on a house in Hangzhou. If he doesn't have enough money for rent, he can stay with me. I'll reserve a small room for him." *Squeak squeak~*

Just then, a sharp screech of brakes came from an electric scooter. People in the living room looked over and saw that Chen Guodong had returned from grocery shopping.

As soon as Old Chen entered the door, he saw his wife sitting on the sofa with a gloomy expression. He then glanced at Chen Bo and his mother, who seemed oblivious to everyone else, and had already guessed most of what was going on.

These days, many rural women exhibit a strong tendency to compare themselves to others and are often materialistic.

From their children's academic performance to the university they attend and the jobs they get after graduation, everything becomes a topic of conversation for them to compare.

Just like Aunt Chen Yan, once her own child has even the slightest advantage, she can't wait to show it off, completely disregarding the feelings of others.

Chen Bo clearly inherited his mother's personality.

However, since the two families were relatives and lived in the same village, seeing each other frequently, Chen Guodong didn't want to strain the relationship too much, so he politely said:
"Abo's here too. You haven't had lunch yet, have you? Why don't you eat at our house?"

"No need, Uncle. We'll have lunch at home later. I came here today to bring you some gifts."

As Chen Bo spoke, he picked up two bags of gifts from beside the sofa—a bag of Want Want gift packs and a box of cheap tea of ​​unknown variety.

Then he added, "I bought all of these with my scholarship money."

My aunt seemed to perk up again when the topic of scholarships came up:

“Oh my, Abo received a scholarship of 5000 yuan this year. I told him to keep the money for himself, but he refused and insisted on giving me and his dad 1000 yuan red envelopes each.”

My aunt was scolding me on the surface, but she was actually beaming with joy.

"Really? Abo has really grown up and knows how to be filial to his parents."

Old Chen smiled and agreed.

Auntie's smile widened when she heard Old Chen agree: "By the way, isn't Xiao Yan working a winter break job? Maybe he'll give you red envelopes when he comes back later."

"Ah Bo, you should learn from your younger brother in this respect. Xiao Yan is three years younger than you, and he's already willing to wash dishes and serve food at such a young age. You should learn from his spirit."

My aunt's life revolved around the land, the stove, and her family. Her horizons were not broad enough, and her spiritual world was relatively impoverished. In her view, what was the so-called winter vacation job? Wasn't it just washing dishes and serving food in a restaurant?

Old Chen was puzzled: I didn't even know my son went to wash dishes and serve food, but you found out first?

He Juan couldn't sit still any longer. She stood up with a dark face and said, "Are you done talking? If you're done, then leave. I need to cook for my son."

"Hey, look at you, why are you in such a hurry? Xiaoyan is probably squeezing onto the bus right now, she won't get there that quickly..."

"Drip!"

Before Auntie could finish speaking, she was interrupted by a car horn.

A brand-new black Volkswagen sedan slowly glided into the yard in front of the gate.

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