Chapter 54

That night, Jia Gang lay in bed, complaining to his wife, "Look at the son you gave birth to. What crazy ideas does he have?"

"Now it's my fault? Isn't his temper just like yours? When you set your mind on something, does anyone else's words matter?"

Su Ping turned over and faced away from her husband, saying, "What do you mean? Do you really want to go along with his crazy plan?"

"Then what should I do? Who made you quit your job? Besides, does your son really need you to accompany him? He can go and buy fake goods on his own, and he managed to turn his New Year's money from 500 yuan into over 10,000 yuan. Do you think he won't go to Northeast China to find that Ma Junren on his own?"

"..."

"Now you're saying this. Who was so happy when he was born? Who used to hold him up high all the time? Who even laughed when he peed on your face?"

"Go away, it's all your fault for not giving birth to a good son." "Go away, it's clearly the Jia family's genes."

"Then should I really take him to Northeast China?"

"Just treat it as a trip. We've just made over 400,000 yuan. You said you'd take me to Hainan and to the Five Great Pools in Northeast China when we got married. Now that our child is old enough to work, you still haven't fulfilled your promise... I'll take a leave next week or look for a business trip opportunity, and we can all go to Northeast China as a family. While we're there, you can take your son to meet Ma Junren. He won't agree to such a plan anyway..."

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The next day was Sunday. Around ten in the morning, after Jia Hongjian got up, Su Ping giggled and said to her son, "Alright, your dad will take you to Northeast China, and I'll find a way to go with you. How about that?"

"You're coming too?" Jia Hongjian's eyes twinkled as he understood what was going on. "Alright, thanks, Mom." He didn't seem overly excited but instead picked up the phone to call the Lao Luo family. What was his goal? To drag his dad to Northeast China. Once he met Ma Junren, he could find an excuse to send his dad away and then use his secret weapon to get things done.

"Hello, Grandpa Luo? It's Jia Hongjian. Next week, my family has something to do in Northeast China, so I won't be able to teach Luo Lizhi. I'm taking a leave. Also, I thought I could come a bit earlier today and combine two lessons..."

In reality, Jia Hongjian was a very responsible person, at least when it came to teaching the nation's top five-year-old girl.

When he arrived at Lao Luo's building around one in the afternoon, he faintly heard Luo Lizhi's voice coming from a small garden with exercise equipment nearby. "No, no, no, it's not a girl, it's Nuwa. Do you know the first tone? Nuwa is an ancient fairy, very powerful, who created humans from clay, not a girl. Do you understand, Lin Qili? Have you memorized the lyrics? Good, sing them to me."

"Five thousand years of the Yellow and Yangtze Rivers have nurtured the Chinese civilization, a brilliant culture, an ancient civilization, mysterious and unfathomable, buried in the sands..." The little girl's voice, though off-key, revealed a pure soul that made Jia Hongjian shiver. The lyrics then repeated "Oracle Bone Script spread across the world" five times, gradually building the rhythm, as if reaching a climax.

"Five thousand years of China!" Several little girls sang together loudly. "In ancient times, Pangu split the heavens and the earth, tearing apart the chaos, creating a miracle. Heaven and Earth, instantly divided, the sun and moon alternated, nurturing all living things. In Sichuan, the Sanxingdui site reveals wonders to the world, with prominent eyes, aliens, the original truth now hard to uncover..."

Following the singing, Jia Hongjian walked to the small garden. He saw Luo Lizhi, surrounded by a group of adults, holding a small stick and directing a dozen little girls and boys to sing "The Ancient Chinese Suite."

"Ah~ How amazing, ten suns in the sky at once, Houyi! Houyi! The divine Houyi is very capable, shooting down nine suns with one arrow!" When the little girls and boys sang this line, Jia Hongjian clearly saw the adults' eyes light up. They were probably the parents, feeling that their children were lucky to learn such a song filled with five thousand years of history, something they couldn't find anywhere else, making them feel their children had a head start in life...

Soon, the little girls and boys finished singing the lyrics Jia Hongjian had taught Luo Lizhi. "No, no, no, you're not in sync. You need to sing as if one person is singing. Today, I won't play with you. My teacher is coming, and I need to go home for class... Uncle!" After scolding her students, Luo Lizhi turned around and saw Jia Hongjian smiling at her, immediately running over for a hug.

"Uncle, I taught the song you taught me to the other kids. They didn't know it! They gave me a lot of candy to teach them, so I did!" Luo Lizhi looked up with shining eyes, waiting for Jia Hongjian's praise.

"Really? Our Lizhi is so smart! Where's the candy? Let Uncle see how much you got." Jia Hongjian carried the little girl and walked towards her house.

"Look, so much candy! Humph, they're still in kindergarten, and they even have teachers there, but they don't know anything, not as much as I do..." The little girl showed Jia Hongjian the full pockets of white rabbit milk candies, pouting proudly.

"Haha... That's right, our Lizhi is so smart, a hundred times smarter than other kids!" Jia Hongjian teased as they entered her house.

"Hongjian is here?" Lao Luo, reading the newspaper in the living room, greeted him, then seemed hesitant about something.

Jia Hongjian put down the little girl and asked curiously, "Grandpa, is something wrong?" Lao Luo thought for a moment, then handed him the newspaper without saying anything. Jia Hongjian looked at the "News Morning Post" and saw a small article on the page about the Harbin government starting to use Wang Hongcheng's water-based fuel on eight bus routes.

"Looks like you were right... Does the Harbin government have any basic ability to distinguish right from wrong? Do they have any party spirit? How can they believe such a thing?" Lao Luo was furious, his hair standing on end.

Jia Hongjian picked up the slightly scared little girl and smiled, "Who would say otherwise? If water turning into oil were really possible, wouldn't the central government have already sent Wang Hongcheng to the mountains in Southwest China to be a new hero of the two bombs and one satellite? If water turning into oil were really possible, how could we ensure an 8-9% GDP growth rate this year? We'd have to change it to 80,000-90,000%! The five-year plan would need to be revised, and the leader said we'd catch up with the United States in 60 years. With Wang Hongcheng, why would the whole nation need to work hard? He could do it all, and we'd achieve the four modernizations, reach the level of a moderately developed country by 2050, and build a moderately prosperous society... all this year..."

Lao Luo laughed despite his anger, "Exactly, how can the people in Harbin not understand such a simple thing?"

"They're not stupid, they're just pretending to be... I've seen this kind of nonsense before."

"No, we can't let them undermine the grassroots government! If this continues, what will happen? Are they the government of the Communist Party or the Nationalist Party?" Lao Luo stormed into the room and soon came out with a stack of paper and a pen. "Little Hongjian, come, write down your thoughts, and what you said about the tax system and land issues."

What did he mean? Jia Hongjian was a bit stunned. He knew Lao Luo wouldn't harm him, but what did he mean by reporting this? To report to the Heilongjiang provincial government or even the central government?

"Come, don't worry about it. I'm retired, but I still know a few people. I won't let this nonsense continue!"

From his tone, it seemed Lao Luo could indeed reach the central government. Recalling how Lao Luo had heard about the central government's financial difficulties, Jia Hongjian was curious about his background. However, he wasn't foolish and didn't ask directly. He pretended not to hear and carefully wrote down some of the things he had seen in his future life.

After finishing, Jia Hongjian looked at what he had written. It read like the policy analyses and situation reports he often saw online, which could easily impress people and make them think he was a high-level central think tank member...

"Wow... This is the result of a different starting point?" Jia Hongjian thought. His experience and intelligence were on par with a well-traveled uncle in his thirties, and he had the ability to see through the fog of time, something the think tank lacked. With all these advantages combined, he, a 15-year-old boy, naturally stood out. Even among all the teenagers under 20 in the country, who could match him?

Isn't it like putting a college student in elementary school and having them compete with the same-age elementary students? The college student would already have a significant head start, and this advantage would bring various other advantages. For example, in his past life, Jia Hongjian could never have become a tutor for the Lao Luo family, but now he could. After meeting Lao Luo and expressing his views, he could be valued by Lao Luo and gradually connect with his network. Could someone who hadn't been reborn achieve this?

"Rebirth seems to offer more than just reliving the past; it also brings some fresh things..." Jia Hongjian thought.

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