Chapter 35

As the cherry blossoms danced in the wind, Misaki opened the old diary and read the words of promise written there.

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Xiaoming stood at the classroom door, took a deep breath, and firmly gripped the secret letter from his mother.

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As the cherry blossoms danced in the wind, Misaki opened the old diary and read the words of promise written there.

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After writing the song up to the end of the Tang Dynasty, Jia Hongjian put down his pen. According to his past experience, just from prehistoric myths to the point where he finished writing, the song would take about ten minutes to sing. Although it wasn't a difficult task for adults, it was quite a challenge for a little girl's brain. After all, the little girl had already mixed up "Beyond the long pavilion, by the ancient road" with "A line of white egrets flying into the blue sky."

However, after finishing the song, Jia Hongjian found himself bored. There were no computers in the dormitory, let alone the internet. At home, he at least had a TV to watch shows like "The Story of the Editorial Department." Now, there wasn't even a TV in the dormitory. How was he supposed to spend his days? Was he supposed to just pass the time by watching three grown men? In his past life, he hadn't thought much of it, but now, Jia Hongjian felt that if he spent three years staring at three grown men, he would definitely become a gay man.

"Jingxing, do you have any playing cards?" Jia Hongjian suddenly asked. "No... I didn't dare bring any on the first day of school..." Jia Jingxing was surprisingly honest. "Go, buy two decks of playing cards. There's a convenience store at the school gate that sells them." He tossed ten yuan to his nephew.

"Two decks? Sure thing!" Jia Jingxing was bored too, and at the thought of playing cards with his uncle, he was more than happy to go buy them.

However, Jia Hongjian didn't actually want to play cards; he wanted to play "Sanguosha" (a card game based on the Three Kingdoms period). After removing the jokers from two decks of cards, there were exactly 104 cards, plus some identity cards, health cards, and other cards he made himself, and he could play a game of "Sanguosha."

When his nephew bought the cards back, Jia Hongjian started making the "Sanguosha" game cards without a word. After making them, he took Zhao Ziyuan and Jia Jingxing out to play "Sanguosha" and pass the time. However, just as he had finally taught the two of them the rules of "Sanguosha," he was surprised to see his mother.

Su Ping hurried to the door of Jia Hongjian's dormitory. "Son, your father just called. The headquarters of 'Consumer News' in Beijing and 'Oriental Horizon' are hosting a symposium and inviting many executives and experts. They want to invite you to attend..."

At this point, Jia Jingxing was still relatively calm, but Zhao Ziyuan was already losing his composure. Initially, he hadn't thought much of Jia Hongjian after entering the dormitory, but after hearing about Jia Jingxing's fake purchases and Jia Hongjian's speech, he felt that Jia Jingxing was someone to look up to. Now, to see that Jia Jingxing was going to be on TV? This was about to turn him into a celebrity! Being on TV and giving a speech at school were two completely different levels. Once on TV, everyone in the country would recognize him!

However, to Zhao Ziyuan and Jia Jingxing's surprise, Jia Hongjian didn't readily agree. Instead, he asked his mother seriously, "When exactly is it happening?" "They said it's scheduled for this weekend." "Have them arrange it for Friday or earlier, or I won't go." He said this with determination.

Su Ping was a bit taken aback. Looking at her son, who now had a stronger presence, she felt she couldn't control him anymore. "Why Friday? If it's Sunday, you can still attend classes this week, right?" she asked, puzzled.

"Sunday, I have to give a lesson to a little girl, Luo Lizi. I already took a day off today for the school registration. How can I take another day off? She pays me 50 yuan a month for tutoring, not to be lazy and inconsistent." Jia Hongjian said firmly.

Su Ping frowned and thought for a long time, weighing the options in her mind. Finally, she sighed, "Alright, I'll talk to your father."

As Su Ping's figure disappeared down the hallway, Zhao Ziyuan stared at Jia Hongjian with wide eyes. He couldn't believe what he had just heard. This new roommate was not only playing hard to get with CCTV but also earning 50 yuan a month for tutoring?

50 yuan! Zhao Ziyuan's monthly living expenses and pocket money only amounted to 20 yuan!

In those days, there were no rags-to-riches stories like Bill Gates in China. Even though Zhao Ziyuan didn't know who Bill Gates was, he now felt that Jia Hongjian was someone like Bill Gates. Without saying much, he had a premonition that Jia Hongjian would be someone extraordinary in the future.

"Brother Hongjian, you can earn 50 yuan a month for tutoring?" Zhao Ziyuan asked very politely and curiously.

"Yes, I tutor the granddaughter of an old cadre. But it's not easy to earn this 50 yuan. The goal is to make this little girl the best 4-year-old in China..." Jia Hongjian sighed, making it sound like a strict requirement from the Luo family.

"Wow..." Zhao Ziyuan drew in a sharp breath. He really thought the Luo family had such high standards. But now, thinking about it, 50 yuan to make a little girl the best in the country seemed like a bit of a loss for Jia Hongjian. Wouldn't it be at least 100 yuan a month for the best in the country?

"Brother Hongjian, how do you usually teach?" he asked, a bit unwillingly, thinking that even 20 yuan would be acceptable.

At this point, Jia Jingxing suddenly realized something. "Hey, that's not right. He's my uncle, and you're calling him brother. That's taking advantage of me!"

"Ah? Sorry..." Zhao Ziyuan apologized, but then he was taken aback. He now considered himself a junior to Jia Hongjian, but this junior status was taking advantage of Jia Jingxing. If he was the same generation as Jia Jingxing, wouldn't Jia Hongjian become his uncle? That seemed a bit too much of a step down.

"Jingxing!" Jia Hongjian glared at his nephew. "Generations are our family's business. We don't need to make our classmates follow the same rules. Here, we're all peers." After a pause, he continued, "To teach, you need a solid knowledge base and a good understanding of educational psychology, child psychology, and adolescent psychology. Only then can you adjust your teaching pace according to the child's psychological state..."

He rattled off a series of high-sounding academic terms, which he himself didn't really understand. But who was Jia Hongjian to admit that he had a natural talent for dealing with little girls? If he said he was naturally good at it, it wouldn't sound impressive. If others heard that he could earn 50 yuan just by being good with little girls, they wouldn't be impressed. So, of course, he had to make it sound mysterious and expert. Experts always made simple things sound incomprehensible, didn't they?

Sure enough, the naive Zhao Ziyuan nodded in awe at these mysterious terms. "Brother Hongjian, you know all this? Amazing!" He gave a thumbs up. At this moment, his admiration for Jia Hongjian was indescribable. He thought, as a peer, to see someone with such a wealth of knowledge, he would definitely be extraordinary in the future...

Just then, Jia Hongjian saw the dormitory manager rushing towards them. "Hey, is Jia Hongjian from room 313 here?"

"I'm here, what's up, Auntie?" "You're the one? Perfect! Hurry, there's a group of reporters at the school gate looking for you!"

"Really?" Jia Hongjian stood up and peered out the window at the end of the hallway. He could see about twenty people gathered outside the school gate. "Auntie, did they say what it's about?" "I didn't ask, but it sounded like something about compensation or not compensation..."

Hearing this, Jia Hongjian nodded. In his mind, he was already trying to identify the "suspect." According to his impression, reporters in this era weren't as paparazzi-like as they would become later. It was still a relatively innocent time, and the Hong Kong-style paparazzi hadn't yet spread to the mainland. Even if the media wanted to interview someone, they would first contact them and ask if they were willing to be interviewed, just like the "Oriental Horizon" program had done.

Now, with this uninvited group at the school gate, Jia Hongjian felt it was likely something that President Hou would do. The fake goods sold at their Ziyun Mall had already been exposed on TV, and the whole country knew about it. Whether it was due to pressure from above or to protect future business, he would want to quickly remove the mall from the spotlight.

The best way to do this would be to find Jia Hongjian and offer compensation, preferably with the media present. This way, the whole country would see their sincere efforts to make amends...

With a clear idea in mind, Jia Hongjian didn't rush downstairs. Instead, he started to disguise himself—this was to hide his true appearance! Jia Hongjian didn't want to be foolishly photographed by the reporters. If his face was recognized by all the stores in the country, how could he buy fake goods?

So, before long, the students and teachers who had gathered curiously at the school gate saw a person wearing a pair of sunglasses that covered half his face walk out of the dormitory building...

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