66: Chapter 66: Find a way to trick Mom and Dad into coming home

The parting between Shen Weiyue and the sisters was very carefree.

He pulled up his pants and left, shaking off his sleeves without a hint of reluctance, disappearing in an instant.

Like a heartless scumbag who had made a certain decision.

Feng Jiayue looked at the intersection with reluctance; Feng Jiaxin gently hugged her.

"Sister, Big Brother Shen is gone."

"Mm, he's gone. Let's go too."

Feng Jiaxin could certainly guess what her sister had been doing during those short two hours; the sisters knew every inch of each other's minds and bodies.

"Will you still think about him?"

"No. The debt of saving my life is paid off."

Feng Jiayue smiled nonchalantly, then took her sister's hand and limped towards the bus stop.

If a person can have such a reckless, beautiful dream in their lifetime, even if they eventually fade into the crowd, it will still be a fond memory when they grow old.

That's good enough.

...

"Dad, Mom, the first university I filled in on my application was Qingbei University."

Shen Weiyue's mother is Luo Chunhong, and his father is Shen Guofang. On the bus, facing their questions, he said confidently:

"Though, I'll likely fail to get in, so you should prepare to lose a Qingbei son, and instead tearfully accept a Jianghai University son."

"Psh, if you could get into a key university, it would be a miracle from our ancestors. We never expected such a huge surprise; Jianghai University is also a very famous university..."

"Your dad is right. Besides, what if you actually get into Qingbei University?"

"What if I do get into Qingbei..." Zhao the Fox's smiling face flashed through Shen Weiyue's mind. "Uh, I haven't thought about what would happen if I did."

He shook his head, casting Zhao the Fox out of his mind. "Forget it, no point in overthinking. Is there anything at the construction site I can help with?"

Shen Weiyue truly hadn't considered the possibility of getting into Qingbei before.

This trip to Shenzhen, aside from visiting his parents and reuniting the family, was also with the intention of finding some work to earn money.

Shen Guofang, wearing dusty work clothes, replied in a deep voice upon hearing this: "There's nothing for you to do. It's rare for you to come to a big city, so go out and look around, expand your horizons."

"Exactly. Shenzhen is full of high-rises; it's very beautiful. It's hot at the construction site during the day, so just go play in the city. Your dad and I have already prepared your tuition; we don't need you to earn money."

They only had one precious son, and they wanted to spoil him.

The Old Shen family had only this one sprout, and no matter how poor they were, the couple always wanted to give him the best.

Shen Weiyue had planned to tell them about the thirty thousand he earned after getting off the bus, but hearing how firm they were, he decided not to push the construction site idea.

That's fine too. Moving bricks won't make anyone rich. Maybe if he wanders around the city, he'll stumble upon a business opportunity?

Although the family of three was dressed simply, they gave off a sense of vibrant hope.

An elderly man in his sixties sitting in the priority seat next to them couldn't help but chime in after listening to their conversation: "Young man, you're from Sichuan Province?"

"Yes, sir. Is your hometown over there too?"

Shen Weiyue switched to Mandarin, but the old man shook his head with a smile. "No, I'm not. My ancestral home is in Jiangnan. I'm just here to visit my grandson."

"Oh, you look quite distinguished, sir. Are you a veteran revolutionary?"

"Hahaha, what veteran revolutionary? Just an old bag of bones." The old man looked at him with a kind expression. "I heard you chatting; did you get into Qingbei University?"

Shen Weiyue shook his head awkwardly. "That's not the case. I just filled in the application randomly. Qingbei is a long shot; Jianghai University is the most likely."

"That's not bad either. Young man, what was your score?"

"622 points."

"Mm, that's a very impressive score in Sichuan Province. Which high school did you attend?"

"Sir, why are you asking about that? It's just a high school in a county back home."

"I'm just curious, asking casually."

"Lingshan County No. 1 High School."

...

The old man and the young man chatted away inexplicably, and when the old man got off the bus, he looked at Shen Weiyue with a smile.

Once he left, Luo Chunhong asked in confusion: "Why did he ask so much? We don't even know him."

"Old people are just like that." Shen Weiyue didn't sit in the empty seat; he looked at the route map on the bus and asked: "How much longer until we arrive?"

"Almost there. Another half hour." Shen Guofang replied in a deep voice.

Old Shen's sense of time was very accurate; it seemed he had made the trip back and forth many times.

Half an hour later, they got off the bus.

The family bought some cut fruit at a stand, then walked for another ten minutes or so before finally reaching their destination.

Shen Weiyue looked out; this place wasn't just one construction site. A vast area was filled with tower cranes and excavators; it seemed to be a large-scale, interconnected housing development project.

The moment he entered the construction site, his brows furrowed involuntarily.

Damn it, how can the safety officer here sleep at night?

If I were the safety officer, I'd be the first to grab my bucket and run, and I'd have to cancel my residency and flee the country.

A bunch of workers on the site weren't wearing safety helmets.

Those working at heights were all so daring; they didn't even use safety ropes, more badass than Spider-Man.

There were even idiots standing under hoisted loads, smoking and chatting.

So this was the environment his parents were working in to support his education?

It is truly so difficult for the poor to fight against their fate!

"Dad, Mom, what kind of work do you do?"

"We're rebar workers."

"Then you must tie your safety ropes and wear safety helmets when working at heights."

"Got it."

Shen Guofang waved his hand impatiently and took his son to a prefab shed, settled their things, and went to greet the foreman.

The foreman was also from Lingshan County, and he was quite enthusiastic toward his little fellow townsman, Shen Weiyue. Upon hearing that he had done well on his exams, he even gave him a red envelope.

Shen Weiyue couldn't refuse and had to accept it.

After lunch, his parents instructed: "Get a good sleep. Go out and look around on your own tomorrow. We're going to work."

After they left, Shen Weiyue lay on the metal-framed bed for a while, his mind filled with chaotic thoughts, unable to sleep at all.

He rolled over, got up, found a hat, and then strolled along the safe areas of the construction site, subconsciously assessing the risks and hazards of the site, picking up his old profession.

After walking a lap, Shen Weiyue's assessment of this construction site was even worse.

This level of safety management would make even a dog shake its head; whether an accident happens or not is purely a gamble of luck.

"Damn it, ten years later and the construction company would be in jail! No, I must make money sooner so my parents don't have to work at the construction site."

Shen Weiyue returned to the prefab shed and began to carefully ponder how to make money.

First, he only had less than thirty thousand in capital; physical business investment was out of the question.

Second, it was July. He could stay in Shenzhen until late August at most; he had to reserve time to return home to get his admission letter and then report to university.

Less than two months wasn't even enough to build a reputation selling snacks around a university town, let alone opening an online store.

Moreover, living in a prefab shed at the construction site meant there was no way to get online.

Thinking of getting online, Shen Weiyue's heart stirred, and he immediately made a decision.

He planned to go to Huaqiangbei tomorrow to get a computer.

When it comes to low-cost ways to make money, isn't writing novels one of them?

In his previous life, Shen Weiyue actually had a dream of becoming a writer. At first, he even used his spare time to write a novel, but unfortunately, he got too busy and it died halfway through.

He also liked reading novels. When he was on flood control duty and couldn't sleep, he relied on reading novels to pass the time, reading all kinds of genres.

Now that he had been reborn, writing novels to earn some living expenses shouldn't be a problem.

Thinking of this, Shen Weiyue became excited.

That's right, it's only 2009!

There were so many explosive novels in the future. Although he couldn't memorize them completely, he remembered the general plots and frameworks. Stitching them together could be very promising.

In his previous life as a civil servant, the only legal ways to make money were two: copyright and stock trading.

He had tried writing novels for royalties, and he was certainly no stranger to stock trading.

It's just that Director Shen was a standard leek, the kind of old retail investor who buys and it drops, sells and it rises, essentially begging to be harvested.

Of course, stock trading could also be put on the agenda, but it was best to wait until he was settled in university.

Shen Weiyue made a preliminary decision.