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"Old Chen, do you think I'm a fucking idiot?"
"Damn it, over these past ten years, I've kept watch over gambling dens and run smuggling operations, even been chased down three streets by seven or eight guys with blades."
"As long as I still have a breath in , Chang Fu refuses to die, because I need to make money, I need to desperately make money."
Chang Fu beca more and more agitated as he spoke, "The reason I want to make money is to co back and tell her that I, Chang Fu, am not just a hoodlum who knows how to fight, and definitely not just a Tony who cuts hair. I can make money, I can be successful. I'm doing this all to see the look of regret and annoyance in her eyes."
"For this day, I've fought for ten years, but goddamn it, one day she tells , if only I had been a bit more determined back then, she would have been willing to give up everything to leave this city with , to start from nothing. Tell , all these years, haven't I been a fucking idiot?"
Whether he was an idiot or not, he didn't know.
But one thing was certain, if it weren't for Yang Qian stabbing him once, you would probably still be cutting hair.
Man, truly making sothing of oneself does seem closely tied to won.
He loved Song Yanxi, so he fought like hell to give her happiness.
Chang Fu loved Yang Qian, even if his love was tinged with hate, he'd go all out to prove himself, just for the day when he could stand tall in front of her.
Our youth, how much regret does it still hold?
A group of old classmates over thirty, standing on an overpass, feeling the night breeze of 14 years, counting those bygone days.
No matter how emotional Chang Fu got, they did not scoff at him.
Because at this age, who hasn't borne their share of wounds?
Society had smoothed out their rough edges; so had beco slick, so worldly.
Looking back, who wasn't a brash youth?
There were those who had wronged the grandmothers who raised them in their youth, and those who left behind nothing at all during that ti.
"Chang Fu, if you still like her, just be a bit bolder, who knows, she might still like you."
Yang Qian's divorce was now beyond any chance of reversal, and she had no children. Chen Pingsheng thought she was quite a good catch.
At least if he married her, Chang Fu probably wouldn't object.
"Am I still worthy?"
"What's this about being worthy or not? My wife was so beautiful when she was young, and still, she ended up with when I had nothing."
Chen Pingsheng said, "Back then, my house was still broken down, and my mother was in poor health. Now you've got so assets to your na. Forget this talk of being worthy or not. If you like her, that's all that matters."
Yeah, if you like her, that's all that matters.
Chang Fu didn't say it out loud, but his body was honest.
The very next morning, he drove himself to Sha City, while Chen Pingsheng's house remained lively.
This was only the second day of the festivities, and relatives were arriving in increasing numbers.
The villagers, especially the elders, had started to queue up; quite a few people were handing out red envelopes upfront, and it would soon be their turn.
There was no point in freezing while queuing up in this cold weather.
Chen An'an had swiftly found herself a hobby.
She took a bunch of Little Fart Kids to blow up cow dung with firecrackers.
This one's interests were never normal; Chen Pingsheng couldn't be bothered to intervene.
Chen Fan went off with her as well.
"Mr. Shen, what brings you here?"
Song Yanxi's elentary school teacher had arrived; her half-gray hair showed her age, but her spirit was still lively.
"When a student makes sothing of themselves, shouldn't a teacher co and see?"
Mr. Shen was very popular and respected at their elentary school.
This ti, he hadn't co alone but with several teachers from the school.
They were the ones who had watched her grow up.
"Mr. Shen, hello."
Chen Pingsheng proactively greeted them and arranged for them to sit at the front table. Teachers nurture minds and don't earn much.
Especially those from the village schools.
They have no connections and dedicate their whole lives to the village.
"Yanxi, your family's feast is quite lively."
"It's all my man's doing. He just wants a bit of excitent."
"Mm-hmm." Mr. Shen nodded and said, "There's sothing a teacher wanted to discuss with you. Over the years, our village school has been on the decline. The principal has approached the county for funding to renovate the school, but unfortunately, the funds from the county have not been forthcoming. The town is considering rging our school with the town school.
If our school doesn't get any money, it may have to close in a couple of years."
Song Yanxi looked at Chen Pingsheng, and after seeing him nod, she asked, "Do you know how much it would cost to renovate the school?"
"A million should do it, just to renovate the classrooms, and the school is aging too; those windows and such all need replacing, so all in all it would be about a million."
A million isn't too much, and it's just about enough for a refurbishnt.
Chen Pingsheng asked, "Just refurbishing? I'm afraid that won't change much, will it?"
"It really won't change too much."
Mr. Shen replied, "We have been at the village school our whole lives; naturally, we have a deep connection to it. Since the county funding isn't coming through, if soone could fund the refurbishnt, it would at least keep things going for a few more years."
Chen Pingsheng understood, "Alright then, a million won't solve the problem. My wife and I both grew up studying there; I don't want to see it torn down. So, I'll donate ten million in my wife's na. Additionally, I'll set up an annual two million scholarship to reward outstanding teachers and students each year. That's our contribution to the mories of our childhood."
Mr. Shen was stunned. She had only co for a million, and here he was offering ten million?
And on top of that, a two million scholarship?
The key was that this two million would be available every year.
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