Live Stream: Overly Pampered Education Creates Three Superstars in One Family

The next morning, Chen Chu changed into a clean dark jacket, combed his hair neatly, and polished his leather shoes until they shone.

Chen Ziran followed behind him with her schoolbag on her back, head down, like a little dog that had done something wrong, and remained silent the whole way.

When I entered the dean's office, the door was already open.

Old Feng sat behind his desk with a stack of materials in front of him, including Chen Ziran's letter of self-criticism, several confiscated cell phones, and a pile of small commodities found in the classroom.

He raised his head, his gaze sweeping over Chen Chu and then Chen Ziran, before tapping the table with his fingers, producing a dull sound.

"Chen Ziran's father, do you know why I asked you to come today?"

Chen Chu sat down in the chair in front of his desk, sitting upright and speaking calmly: "I know. My son was doing business at school, and you caught him."

Seeing Chen Chu like this, Lao Feng felt much more at ease.

It seems that Chen Chu knows he was wrong, so he doesn't dare to act rashly.

That's fine.

Otherwise, he was really afraid that Chen Chu would throw a tantrum.

Do you realize how serious the problem is?

Old Feng thought to himself, and raised his voice a little.

"They charge classmates two yuan per charge. They buy lunch for them and charge an extra delivery fee. They're even reselling goods on campus. In just a few days, more than a dozen students have gotten involved. This is illegal business!"

After he finished speaking, he looked at Chen Ziran.

"And you, starting to engage in speculation and profiteering at such a young age, I don't even want to think about what you'll become when you grow up!"

"Is this how a student should behave?!"

Chen Ziran lowered his head.

Many students gathered outside to watch the spectacle.

They all cast sympathetic glances at Chen Ziran.

The father and son were scolded like dogs.

According to their guess.

Chen Ziran is definitely going to get scolded.

Do not!

They're going to get beaten up.

The difference is whether we'll be eating chicken stir-fried with leather belt or chicken stir-fried with bamboo shoots later.

Just thinking about that scene...

hiss.

I seem to be looking forward to it.

The head of the teaching department went on a tirade for half a day.

Chen Chu did not interrupt him, and listened quietly to the entire reprimand, his expression unusually calm.

After a while.

Old Feng took a sip of tea, finally tired of talking.

Do you know where you went wrong?

The question wasn't just directed at Chen Ziran, but also at Chen Chu.

It's obvious that they were both being reprimanded as students.

Chen Chu nodded and said slowly.

"Director Feng, you've finished speaking. Now, I'd like to say a few words?"

He leaned back in his chair, speaking calmly and unhurriedly: "I don't think there's anything wrong with my son selling water."

Just as Lao Feng was about to speak, Chen Chu raised his hand to stop him.

"Let me finish. He said he sells water so that students can get water nearby after playing ball."

He helps people charge their phones because there aren't enough outlets in the dormitories for boarding students, so he charges their phones and returns them the next day.

I'm buying lunch for someone else; I'm tired of the cafeteria food and want to try something different.

Everything he did was aimed at solving other people's needs.

He shrugged. "It's convenient for both classmates and myself. So who's inconvenienced?"

Old Feng frowned, about to say something.

Chen Chu continued to attack.

"It's you, Director Feng."

Chen Chu said calmly, "Because they don't want oversight or to take responsibility, they simply opted for a blanket ban."

Ignoring the students' real needs, they push all the responsibilities that they should bear onto the children.

Do you think this is the right thing to do?

The office was silent for a few seconds.

Old Feng was stunned for a moment, then asked dryly, "What if something goes wrong? What if they get food poisoning? What if they take the money and don't do the job? I'm the dean of students; I'm responsible for all the students in the school!"

"So you're afraid of problems, so you simply won't let it be done, is that your logic?"

Chen Chu looked directly at him. "Because you're afraid the students will get sick from eating, you forbid anyone from selling any food. Because you're afraid the students will be cheated, you forbid any form of private transaction. Because you're afraid of taking responsibility, you've shut down every possible possibility of problems. But have you ever considered that you're not just shutting down problems, but also the students' opportunity to solve problems themselves?"

Old Feng opened his mouth, but after a long while, he managed to stammer out, "How...how could you say that?"

"I'll just ask you one question," Chen Chu looked at him, "Do you think it's right for your child to be doing business while at school?"

"Of course not!"

"Why is that wrong?" Chen Chu pressed. "Is there anything wrong with cultivating a child's business acumen? Is doing business something that is inherently unacceptable?"

He paused, tilting his head slightly. "Or are you saying you look down on people in business?"

Old Feng opened his mouth, his expression changing several times, but in the end he didn't say anything.

He's the dean of students; he can't very well say on camera, "Yes, I look down on people who do business."

Chen Chu did not pursue them further, but turned to look at Chen Ziran standing beside him.

He looked his son up and down, then gave him a bright smile and patted him on the shoulder with both hands.

"Son, you're amazing! When I was your age, I was still flirting with girls at school, and you've already learned how to do business. You're much better than your old man! We're on completely different levels!"

His expression turned serious, and he frowned slightly. "I'm starting to worry now. What if you become the richest person in Xia Country someday? What if someone comes to borrow money? Should I lend it to them or not? It's a real dilemma!"

After saying that, Chen Chu showed a frustrated expression, as if he had already lent money but couldn't get it back.

The comments section was completely overwhelmed.

[Dude, it's not even evening yet, and you're already fantasizing about time?]

[You've only sold two bottles of water and you're already fantasizing about being the richest man in Xia Kingdom? You're dreaming even more than the Duke of Zhou in the classic novel!]

[Could this be the legendary... ultimate fantasy!]

[I achieved a score of one second in this "hold on tight" contest, why don't you give it a try!]

[Haha, I really didn't expect Chen Chu's turn of events. One second he was arguing with the head teacher, and the next he was fantasizing about his son becoming the richest man in the world!]

The head of the teaching department took a deep breath; he could tell.

Chen Chu hasn't changed.

Still difficult to deal with.

He chickened out.

His tone carried a weariness that said, "I don't want to argue with you anymore."

"Okay, okay, you're right, you're absolutely right. Let's not talk about this anymore. You're not allowed to do business on campus anymore, and this matter ends here."

Chen Chu turned to look at him: "Not allowed to do business? Look at you, so impatient."

"Why am I getting anxious again...?"

"Have we solved the problem and you're just thinking of letting it go?"

Chen Chu interrupted him without any politeness.

Old Feng was speechless, his face turning red: "No... who exactly was called in for a talk today?"

Chen Chu didn't answer directly, but instead pointed to the camera filming nearby: "Director Feng, let's make this clear in front of millions of viewers today. You say you won't let my son sell water at school, fine, I have no objection. But have you asked him why he wants to sell it? Have you asked the students why they want to buy it?"

His tone was calm and measured, but every word carried weight: "You didn't ask anything; you just wanted to get rid of the person who raised the issue. Do you think that's the right thing to do? Do you think you're qualified to be the dean of students?"

Old Feng's face went from flushed red to ashen.

No, they're here for my seat?

His hands clenched and unclenched, his chest heaving a few times; he was clearly on the verge of exploding.

But just a second before he was about to slam his fist on the table, he saw the dark camera lens next to him. The camera crew of the "Good Parenting" program was pointing directly at him, with the microphone hanging less than a meter away.

He opened his mouth, his breath hanging in mid-air, but he finally forced it back down.

He let out a long breath and thought to himself, "Forget it, forget it."

He rubbed his temples, remained silent for a while, then looked up at Chen Ziran again, his tone changing from scolding to questioning: "Chen Ziran, tell me the truth, why did you do these things?"

Chen Ziran stood in front of the desk, head down.

He remained silent for a long time after hearing the question, then slowly raised his head.

He glanced at Chen Chu beside him, but Chen Chu didn't answer for him; he just looked at him quietly.

He turned to the head of the teaching department, his voice low but firm: "Because I don't want my dad to come in last place on the show."

The air in the office seemed to have been paused.

The barrage of comments poured down in the next instant.

Holy crap... this kid...

I retract all my previous statements that he was just a rich kid who relied on his father.

【No, Ziran, you really treat him like a father? I thought you two were brothers!】

The expression on his face when he said that wasn't faked; he was serious.

[666, that brat actually has some sense of responsibility.]