Chapter 9

Yang Wei and Gao Wan had no choice but to agree to execute the contract, but Xia Ping was not interested in watching it anymore because it was already late and he needed to go home for dinner.

As soon as he got home, Xia Ping immediately smelled a strong smell of meat, which was so fragrant that even the cells in his whole body were longing for it, so he couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

"Mom, what dish did you fry today, why is it so delicious?"

A chubby middle-aged woman wearing an apron leaned out. She was Xia Ping's mother, Huang Lanxin, and smiled slightly: "This is the flaming beast meat that I just bought. Today you are lucky."

"Fire bear meat? Did you get rich today? Why would you buy these?" Xia Ping's eyes widened. This fiery beast is a famous and powerful monster in Yanhuang Star. It is difficult to catch, and it is invulnerable, even ordinary guns can't kill it.

But this meat is very precious, it contains a lot of life energy, if you boil it and take it, you can improve your physique, and even enhance your body's true energy, and your strength will increase greatly, no less than the great tonic pill, and it is many times better than those ginseng and deer antlers on the earth .

But the price is also very expensive, 600 federal currency per catty is considered a luxury, and ordinary people can't afford it at all. They can only have a meal occasionally during the holidays.

"If you don't get rich, you can't buy it. Occasionally, you have to have a luxurious meal. If you earn money and don't spend it, should you bring it into the coffin?" Dad Xia Chuanliu, who was sitting in the living room, coughed, showing a very generous look.

Xia Ping was speechless. He remembered that his father, Xia Chuanliu, was a civil servant who worked in the city administration and was responsible for managing the small businesses in the city. Simply put, he was the city management. There was a staff, and the monthly salary plus benefits was five or six thousand. Commonwealth currency.

And my mother is a small business hawker who sets up a stall on the street, selling snacks. Although she doesn't earn much every month, she still has 3,000 federal currency. It seems that a family's income is more than 10,000 federal currency.

The problem is that this house is also bought with a loan, with a 30-year period, and 3,000 federal currency has to be repaid every month, plus the monthly living expenses, and Xia Ping's tuition, etc., it is a bit stretched of.

Eating flaming beast meat once, if it’s not a holiday, I really can’t bear it.

"Okay, okay, don't talk so much, come and eat quickly." Mother Huang Lanxin quickly brought up a plate of dishes, filling the table, five dishes and one soup, dazzling, fragrant, very rich.

Seeing such a sumptuous dish, Xia Ping's heart skipped a beat. This is a Hongmen banquet. My father, who is usually very stingy and smokes a cigarette until there is only a cigarette butt left, is usually not so generous.

"Father, to be honest, is our family in debt to usury? After this last supper, we planned to pack up our parcels and run away. Just tell me the truth, I can stand it." Xia Ping looked serious, staring at own father.

He felt very emotional in his heart. This day finally came. He also knew his father's character, and he was usually a bit gambler.

"Son, what kind of eyes do you have, why are you owed usury, why are you planning to run away, do you think of me as your father?" Dad Xia Chuan's nose was so angry that it crooked.

Xia Ping blinked his eyes: "Did you owe usury?"

"Of course not."

Father Xia Chuanliu said proudly: "I am also a civil servant, and I am well-established. I have a higher level of ideological awareness than ordinary people. How can I be addicted to gambling. Of course, a small gamble once in a while can also cultivate sentiment. Isn't there a saying like this? A small gamble Yiqing, big bets to get rich, bad bets to ashes."

"Okay, tell me what's going on with this meal?" Xia Ping was still a little skeptical.

Seeing that his son still doubted him, Xia Chuanliu's face was a little embarrassed, who told him that his usual image was not good, he coughed: "It's nothing wrong, it's all said to this level, let me tell you straight, Today, your school should also start to talk about the way forward, and you plan to fill in your volunteers. What are your plans for the future?"

He looked at Xia Ping with burning eyes.

"I plan to take the university entrance examination." Xia Ping replied casually.

Mother Huang Lanxin exclaimed: "You, you plan to go to university?!"

"Son, is it true or not, you still have such an idea?" Dad Xia Chuanliu looked at Xia Ping in horror.

The corner of Xia Ping's mouth twitched. What was going on? Aren't parents very happy when they hear that their son wants to go to college? These two guys seem to have seen a ghost.

"I have such an idea."

Xia Ping said honestly.

"Son, this idea is wrong, it's deviant."

Xia Chuanliu had a heartbroken look on his face: "What's so good about going to university? After four years of study, it's only three or four thousand federal currency a month. And you have to pay tuition fees for four years, which is not a small sum.

Dad, I have already thought it out for you. After graduating from high school, you will come out and work in the government department. Don't go to other departments, just go to your dad's city administration.

Don't look at your dad's low-key look, he has worked for twenty years, and he still has some connections. He usually plays mahjong with the minister, and usually flatters and hugs his thighs.

At that time, I will stuff a few cigarettes in the past, bribe the minister, go through the back door, and you will be safe when you enter the city administration. After that, you and my father and I will sweep the streets, make contributions to the city management, and drive out the little ones. Become a hawker in the city. A family with two urban managers, how prestigious it is to say it, I guess the matchmaker will step over the threshold of our family by then. "

Having said that, he showed a complacent look, full of longing.

The corner of Xia Ping's mouth twitched, his face was speechless, and he said, "Dad, I still want to go to university."

"You! Dead wood cannot be carved!"

Xia Chuanliu's eyes widened, showing a look of hatred for iron.

"Okay, okay, don't say these words, let's eat quickly, there is still some time before high school graduation, you can think about this slowly." Seeing that the atmosphere was a little stiff, her mother Huang Lanxin quickly spoke to dissuade her.

"All right."

Hearing this, Xia Chuanliu stopped talking.

Half an hour later, after dinner, Xia Ping went back to his bedroom to rest, only Huang Lanxin and Xia Chuanliu were left in the living room.

"Chuanliu, my son doesn't seem to agree with your path." Huang Lanxin looked at her husband.

Xia Chuanliu waved his hands and didn't care at all: "This is the period of young people's rebellion. I was young and understood. But the reality is that his grades are so-so. After the college entrance examination, his grades come out, and he will know how wise his father is." It's amazing. Let's talk about it when the time comes, and he will definitely agree."

Huang Lanxin also nodded. She also knew that her son's grades were average, and it was not enough to be admitted to a third-rate university. If he didn't perform well, he might fail the ranking.