54: Chapter 54 This boy is no ordinary person.

That afternoon.

Factory Director Huang personally took the documents and set off for the county. When he returned, his face was beaming with joy, and he was in an incredibly good mood.

"Hahaha, it passed, it passed!"

Factory Director Huang got out of his BMW and waved and laughed at the crowd who were waiting expectantly.

"That's great, we should be able to resume work soon now."

The management team cheered along, and then, as if by unspoken agreement, they all turned their gazes toward Shen Weiyue.

This nineteen-year-old student who had just finished the College Entrance Exam, the nephew of the calcination worker Zhou Jianmin, had actually managed to solve this thorny problem for the factory in just one week.

It was unbelievable.

Factory Director Huang went upstairs and said happily, "The leaders didn't scold me this time! They were very satisfied after looking at these documents. They praised it at least ten times, kept saying it was done very professionally, and said we had put effort into the rectification..."

"Factory Director, does that mean we can resume work?"

"Of course. During this time, the equipment has already been overhauled. Once the regulations are approved, everything will be fine. The official approval to resume work will be issued as early as tomorrow."

Factory Director Huang, with a glowing face, gave instructions: "Manager Li, notify the workers to prepare to resume work."

"Then should we still proceed with the first batch of layoffs?" Manager Li asked hesitatingly.

"Proceed as planned. We can just recall them later when profits improve." Factory Director Huang pondered for a moment, then pointed at Zhou Jianmin and said, "Zhou Jianmin will keep his position and be promoted to team leader."

Zhou Jianmin was overjoyed and hurriedly thanked him excitedly: "Thank you, Factory Director, thank you, leaders."

"Don't thank me; thank your nephew."

Factory Director Huang's gaze toward Shen Weiyue became quite friendly, and he simply invited him directly to his office for a private chat.

"Little Shen, thank you very much for this matter. You said you didn't want money, but I don't think that's right. I'll give you twenty thousand as an expert's fee for your hard work, and an additional bonus of five thousand."

"Thank you, Factory Director Huang, then I won't stand on ceremony."

Shen Weiyue didn't decline; the matter was resolved, and it was only right to accept some compensation.

Factory Director Huang personally poured him a cup of tea and asked again, "By the way, you mentioned last time that you just finished the College Entrance Exam. Which high school did you attend?"

"The First High School." Shen Weiyue smelled the tea; it was high-quality Pu'er.

"Wow, a student from The First High School." People in the county had a natural respect for The First High School, just like the feeling people in the country have for Tsinghua and Peking University.

Factory Director Huang became interested and continued to press: "Did you study science or liberal arts? What is your estimated score?"

"Science. Probably over six hundred."

"Oh, six hundred... what? Over six hundred?" Factory Director Huang was shocked. "I heard this year was particularly difficult. Doesn't that mean you'll get into Tsinghua or Peking University?"

"I don't know, I'll only know when the admission cutoff scores are released."

"Hiss..."

The office suddenly fell silent.

Factory Director Huang subconsciously took a sip of hot tea, burned his mouth, and spat it back out, then smiled awkwardly, not knowing what to think.

While thinking, he kept looking at Shen Weiyue, and the more he looked, the more satisfied he became.

This kid's calm and composed attitude, neither arrogant nor rash, meant he was either putting on an act or truly capable—all signs pointed to him being truly capable.

Moreover, Shen Weiyue looked clean and tidy, with a special temperament between his brows, paired with delicate facial features and a steady way of speaking, which made him very likable.

This young man is no ordinary person!

Factory Director Huang sighed in admiration to himself, then immediately said: "Little Shen, I have a somewhat presumptuous request. I wonder if you could agree to it?"

"Factory Director Huang, please go ahead." Shen Weiyue put down his teacup.

"It's like this: I have a daughter who will be in her second year of high school in the second half of the year. She plans to choose science, but her grades are just so-so. I spent some money to get her into The First High School, and she's in a regular class. I hope you can help her with her studies."

"I'm afraid that won't be possible... To be honest, I've filled out my applications and am going to Shenzhen, so I won't have time."

"What are you going to do in Shenzhen? Working? If you tutor my daughter, I'll pay by the hour—one hundred yuan per hour. You won't make that much in Shenzhen."

"It's not a question of money. My parents are working there, and I haven't seen them in a long time. Besides, tutoring isn't a one- or two-day thing, and I won't have time once I go to university."

"Just be an online tutor. Teach her online during the week, and do face-to-face tutoring when you come back during holidays..."

"I'm afraid that still won't work. We don't even have a house in our hometown anymore, and I plan to find some work to do myself in college, so I won't be coming back often."

Shen Weiyue still expressed his refusal.

The problem with people is that they like to be teachers. He had no idea what the foundation of Factory Director Huang's daughter's studies was like, and there was no need to trouble himself.

But Factory Director Huang was as stubborn as a mule. The more Shen Weiyue refused, the more determined and enthusiastic he became.

"How about this: you just teach her online, and I'll give you a big red envelope during holidays."

Seeing that Shen Weiyue was about to refuse again, Factory Director Huang frowned and said seriously: "Little Shen, this request isn't excessive, is it? It won't get in your way."

"Alright, forget about the red envelopes. Just look after my Uncle. I'll leave you my QQ number and phone number, and you can just have her contact me."

"Hehe, that's great! My daughter's name is Huang Wan. If she weren't on holiday abroad with her mother right now, I'd have her come meet you right now."

Factory Director Huang smiled so strangely that it gave the illusion he was plotting something unsavory.

Could he be an old pervert?

Shen Weiyue felt a chill down his spine. Seeing that it was already very late, he quickly got up to take his leave.

"Wait." Factory Director Huang called him back, took out three stacks of money from the cabinet, and stuffed them into his hands.

Shen Weiyue declined: "We agreed on twenty-five thousand. This is too much."

"Let's round it up. Twenty thousand for the expert fee, and ten thousand for you. Just take it."

Factory Director Huang smiled and saw him out of the office, his eyes burning as he watched his straight, tall back, having some sort of plan in mind.

Shen Weiyue came downstairs. His Uncle and cousin were waiting anxiously. Seeing him finally appear, they rushed up and asked: "How did it go? What did Factory Director Huang say?"

"Nothing much, just told me to give the expert fee to the others." Shen Weiyue patted his pants pockets, which were heavy and bulging.

Zhou Jianmin looked around nervously, said nothing, got on his motorcycle and left. He didn't ask until they had rushed all the way home: "How much money did the Factory Director give?"

"Twenty thousand for the expert fee, and ten thousand for me." Shen Weiyue answered calmly.

"Hiss... that's so much! Little Yue, you don't know, this Huang Yong is nicknamed 'Huang Shiren', he's stingy as hell. He actually gave so much, especially the ten thousand just for you—I wouldn't have dared to imagine it!"

"Maybe it's because I helped him solve a big problem, and he's happy."

Shen Weiyue didn't think much of it and said he wanted to share some money with his cousin, but he was immediately stopped by his Uncle and Aunt.

"No need to give him any! You need to pay tuition for university, and I've been promoted to team leader and got a raise, so I've already profited greatly."

Uncle slapped his cousin's hand away and refused righteously.

Zhou Xiaonan looked at him with resentment, wanting to cry but having no tears.

Shen Weiyue smiled and didn't say anything more, planning to slip his cousin a red envelope privately that night.

Money is just a small matter; as long as everyone is happy, it's fine.

The family had a happy dinner together and then went to sleep.