82: Chapter 82 My College Years Were Wasted

Arriving at the driving school, he first spent two hours scrolling through his phone.

He waited in line for his turn to practice driving.

Although Zhao Jian rarely drove, it was not that he didn't know how.

He was not in a hurry to practice.

He wasn't in a hurry, but someone else was.

A woman who had arrived later than him was muttering anxiously in her seat.

Occasionally, she would complain a few words.

The voice sounded somewhat familiar to Zhao Jian.

But he couldn't recall where he had heard it.

He turned his head and saw a beautiful woman tapping furiously on her phone screen.

Seemingly sensing his gaze, the woman looked up and met his eyes.

"Uncle?"

"Auntie?"

He had seen this woman before; when he was searching for meteorites based on intelligence, he had encountered three others in the same line of work.

This woman had poor eyesight.

Back then, he had suggested she take medicine quickly to cure her presbyopia.

It seemed she hadn't listened to his advice.

"What did you call me?" Zhao Jian stared, his voice low.

It felt oppressive.

The woman seemed susceptible to this, and she whispered a bit fearfully: "Daddy."

"That's better. Why did you come here to learn to drive?"

He originally intended to ask if she lived nearby.

After all, when choosing a driving school, Zhao Jian had also made his choice based on proximity to his home.

But the woman didn't understand.

She argued back: "Why can't I come?"

"What kind of status or class do you think you have to be in the same driving school as me?"

"So what!"

Hearing this, Zhao Jian couldn't be bothered to respond. It just so happened that it was his turn to practice.

Driving was not difficult.

He completed the Subject Two practice session smoothly.

He returned to the resting area to continue playing on his phone.

But the woman took the initiative to sit beside him and reached out, pretending to be carefree.

"My name is Gao Lan, what should I call you?"

"Didn't you already call me something?"

Zhao Jian didn't shake her hand.

Their acquaintance had not been pleasant. This woman didn't seem like a normal person either.

It was better not to have too much contact.

Gao Lan thought about how she always came out on the losing end, yet deep down, she was eager to try again.

She couldn't help but blush and feel her heart race.

She stubbornly said: "I'm asking for your name."

Seeing Zhao Jian didn't react.

She had a sudden inspiration:

"You wouldn't want me to shout that name in front of so many people, right?"

Damn it, she had him!

Zhao Jian still had a month of driving practice left, and he didn't want to enjoy strange looks every day.

Besides, the aunties would spread gossip like wildfire.

The whole Xiong City would know he was a pervert.

"Zhao Jian."

"Oh, so Uncle's surname is Zhao, same as the emperor, that's really impressive."

If you don't know how to compliment, don't!

"Gao Huan was also an emperor."

"Who is Gao Huan?"

Forget it.

Zhao Jian suddenly felt a bit tired; he thought it might be because sitting here racking up practice hours was too draining.

He was hesitating whether to go home to rest or go to Kyoto to pick up his car.

The instructor called Gao Lan over to practice.

The world was quiet, and the air even felt sweeter.

After wasting another half hour at the driving school, before Gao Lan got out of the car, Zhao Jian packed his things and finished his training.

Heading home.

After Zhao Jian left, Gao Lan watched the driving school for a long time.

Only after confirming that Zhao Jian was really gone did she leave in disappointment.

Meanwhile, Zhao Jian, having walked out of the driving school, was not in a hurry to take a taxi back.

It was still early, so he could fully enjoy the scenery of Xiong City along the way.

And take the opportunity to think about his future development.

Nowadays, he had over ten million in savings, and he had a house and a car.

By the standards of an ordinary person, he could be considered to have achieved his life goals early.

Theoretically, human desire is endless.

Once previous dreams are realized, new goals are automatically generated.

However.

His dream generator seemed to be broken!

He actually just wanted to slack off and wait for death.

Zhao Jian thought to himself: Oh no, I seem to be a good-for-nothing!

Just as he was hesitating whether he should find something to do for himself.

To enrich his life.

His father called him.

"Hello Zhao Jian, I need to talk to you about something."

"Dad, what is it? Go ahead."

His father on the other end of the line seemed to be hesitating.

Zhao Jian could hear his breathing.

It was that unique sound his father made because of rhinitis, causing his breathing to be heavy, occasionally accompanied by sniffling.

It indicated that the signal was fine.

He didn't urge him.

He just waited patiently.

After a while, Zhao Jian felt he was about to reach Lily Bay.

Only then did his father's voice come through the phone:

"Recently, many people here are unemployed; the factories aren't allowed to operate."

Zhao Jian didn't speak.

He didn't know what his father meant.

He couldn't possibly ask him to go back to his hometown to open a factory and settle the villagers.

If others weren't allowed to open, it was impossible to give him special privileges.

"Didn't I grow vegetables before? I was thinking of going back to my old trade, discussed it with our village secretary, and other villagers are willing to do it together, so we'll do it."

"Those who don't want to rent their land to me can still earn some rent. This way, everyone has an income."

That's a good idea.

Zhao Jian had also thought about renting land for his father to grow vegetables.

It was just that his father wasn't young anymore, and he worried about him getting tired, so he didn't bring it up.

"Dad, we have money now, you don't need to do this just to make money."

"I'm not doing it just for money, though of course I have to make money. It's mainly that I can't stay idle, and I want to find a way out for the villagers. Sitting idle at home isn't a good thing."

Zhao Jian thought to himself: Isn't it good to rest while idle?

But he didn't dare to say such cynical remarks.

He knew the situation in his hometown. Summer was fine; there were factories hiring, and one could earn two or three thousand yuan a month.

But as soon as the weather got cold, everything shut down.

Although there was arable land, there was over two thousand catties of grain every year.

People wouldn't starve.

But various expenses couldn't be covered with grain.

Growing vegetables didn't earn much, but growing them in greenhouses could help them get through the winter when they had no income.

"Okay, then take care of your health. Tell me if you need any money."

Zhao Jian's agreement made his father very happy.

But his father's next sentence left Zhao Jian a bit dumbfounded.

"We have enough money at home, I just thought, aren't you a college student? Take some time to come back for a few days and guide us in growing vegetables."

"Huh?"

Zhao Jian was completely bewildered.

Him, guiding a group of old farmers to grow vegetables?

At this moment, only two thoughts were in his mind.

Teaching fish to swim, showing off in front of an expert.

The only way he, who studied animation design, could distinguish between chives and wheat seedlings was to put them in his mouth and taste them.

Asking him to guide them in growing vegetables was worse than asking him to guide them in stealing vegetables.

"Dad, find someone else, how would I know how to do that?"

"Then was your college education a waste?"

Zhao Jian didn't know when the call had been hung up. He returned home in a daze.

Until he opened the door and lay on the bed.

He suddenly sat up and shouted: "My college education wasn't a waste!"

Just when Zhao Jian was brooding over whether his college education had been a waste.

His father was already discussing the matter of contracting the self-retained land with the village secretary.

The first year, he didn't know the market situation.

Whether they would lose or make money was hard to say.

The arable land was already planted with winter wheat; it would be a pity to destroy it.

The cost was also high.

It was better to use the villagers' self-retained land for the experiment.

There were also a dozen other people who came along.

They were all villagers planning to grow vegetables in greenhouses.

Renting the land went very smoothly.

After all, in the summer, they could find work, and many people didn't have time to manage their small self-retained plots.

When winter came and they had free time, they couldn't grow anything.

Now that they could easily get rent money, naturally many people were willing to rent it out.