Movie/TV: How could my sister be Qiao Jingjing?

The old man was heartbroken because of his carefree and unambitious attitude.

Apart from that, it has few drawbacks and many advantages.

Leaving aside the mild and reserved temperament that arises from ordinariness.

His greatest strength lies in his strategic vision.

You can tell this from how he plays video games.

The old man certainly didn't understand because he saw him playing video games.

The year Qiao Yu took the college entrance exam, with his scores, he was in danger of not only failing to get into Fudan University, but even Nanwu University was out of reach.

The old man ordered his daughter to tutor his son.

Qiao Jingjing is definitely not cut out to be a teacher.

Her father said he would teach her, and he would teach her both arts and sciences.

He taught Qiao Yu a dozen or so subjects all at once.

Qiao Yu immediately stopped, knowing full well that last-minute cramming was unreliable.

Even if you sharpen your spear to perfection at the last minute, it won't kill anyone.

He focused on his two best subjects.

Two months later, he made rapid progress and barely reached the Nanwu score line.

The room door opened.

The lights flooded in, and Qiao Jingjing stood in the doorway, coldly saying:

"time to eat."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

Qiao Yu followed him out.

The family was having dinner in the living room.

Qiao's mother, concerned about her son's health, asked:

"Does your head hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt. The hangover tea Mom made is very effective," Qiao Yu said.

"That was made by your sister."

"Thank you."

Qiao Yu said to his sister.

Qiao Jingjing snorted and ignored him.

After finishing his meal, Qiao Yu was full of energy.

Sitting at my desk, thinking.

The door was knocked twice before it was pushed open, and Qiao Yu knew who it was.

In the entire house, only the head of the household has the awareness to knock on the door.

The old man came in with a sullen face, carrying his teacup.

Qiao Yu quickly offered his chair to Laozi.

The old man sat down, while his son stood beside him.

He took a sip of tea and stared at Qiao Yu. "Why don't you go to work?"

Qiao Yu knew he was coming to talk to him.

We didn't mention it at the dinner table, firstly because the old man doesn't like to talk incessantly while eating, and secondly to save him face.

What follows is probably not going to be very pleasant.

For example, incompetence, or sponging off one's parents.

My son is all grown up now; he cares about his image.

"Do you think that just because you have a car and a house, you can live off your parents without feeling guilty and not have to work?"

In private, the old man was very outspoken.

Just as Qiao Yu was about to argue, the old man continued, "Even mountains of gold and silver will run out one day, let alone my meager savings from half a lifetime. Can you live off it for ten or eight years, or for a lifetime?"

Qiao Yu asked curiously, "Dad, how much savings do you have?"

The old man retorted angrily, "You really have your eye on my retirement money?"

"You're paying into your pension, aren't you?"

"Nonsense, pensions are one thing, savings are another..."

Qiao Yu quickly lowered his head, pretending to be a dutiful son listening attentively.

The old man said leisurely, "Not much, maybe one or two hundred thousand."

He said this while trying hard to suppress his smugness.

For locals, one or two million is really not much.

As a university professor, the old man is well-known for his good salary and benefits, and most importantly, for his lucrative career.

Don't think of the old man as a pure and upright gentleman who is incorruptible.

As long as he doesn't violate the major principles, he'll never hesitate to make money.

For example, when a graduate student is writing their thesis, they might slip a red envelope as a token of respect.

As long as the other party isn't a complete rotten piece of shit.

The old man wouldn't mind giving me some pointers.

Another example is taking on freelance work, such as writing and publishing high-quality works.

But the family had previously owed over a million yuan in loans.

The old man has used all the money he's earned over the years to pay off loans and interest.

That economic crisis really ruined my family.

But they don't actually need to take the blame, and Qiao Jingjing and Qiao Yu both have a lot of complaints about this.

However, he was kept in check by the old man and Aunt Qiao and did not show it.

"I've been looking for a job lately, but I haven't found a suitable one," Qiao Yu said.

"It's because nobody wants you. The recruitment boom for recent graduates is over, and everyone who needed to be hired has been hired. What's the point of having so many newbies?" the old man sneered.

He's a university professor; he knows it inside and out.

Qiao Yu felt awkward. "Dad, can you at least give your son some face?"

"Why don't you find a job?"

I found a tutoring job a while ago.

The old man scoffed: "How much money can a tutor earn?"

“That family is quite wealthy and powerful. I thought that in society, it’s always good to make connections with some influential people.”

"Moreover, Qiao Jingjing has no powerful connections in the entertainment industry, so I can't protect her for the time being."

"I was just thinking of building some connections, just in case."

Qiao Yu was speaking from the heart.

Then there's his ulterior motives towards Xia Qing.

He didn't say that.

The old man sneered again: "How pathetic. You think you can become an upper-class person by associating with powerful and influential people?"

"If you don't know how to strike the right balance, others will treat you like a slave."

"Besides, with your meager abilities, how could you possibly protect your sister? You're a big shot in the entertainment industry."

Those words really hurt, but they really resonated with me.

The old man always pinpointed the problem incisively.

But he didn't know that in front of Xia Qing, Qiao Yu was the boss.

They've even learned to lie still now.

"The tutoring job is over. I got along well with that family and didn't show any excessive enthusiasm," Qiao Yu said.

The old man scolded, "You've wasted more than two months of your time. Others have accumulated two months of work experience and knowledge, while you've only done a tutoring job!"

Qiao Yu retorted, "I also write novels, and I make money from that too."

"You still write novels?"

The old man's eyebrows immediately stood up.

Although he himself made money by writing novels back then to get through the first wave of hardship for his family.

However, writing novels is unstable and should never be considered a primary profession.

My daughter told me a while ago that my son is writing a novel.

He didn't care either.

But not going out to work and making novel writing your main job is not acceptable.

Because novels are unstable.

When you make money, you're all smiles; when you fail, you're doomed.

The old man knows this best.

"It's okay to have some fun, but you still have to work."

4.5 The old man took a sip of strong tea, made a gesture as if instructing his son, and said calmly:

"How many words have I written? Nobody's reading this, it's a waste of time."