I was married off to a disabled hero in lieu of marriage; my in-laws doted on me and I aspired to gr

Zhou Zhonghai slammed the six movie tickets on the table, and the whole family cheered.

Unfortunately, the movie is showing on Saturday night, so there are still five days to go.

When Zhou Zhonghai became Minister of Agriculture and then Vice Governor, his family reacted indifferently.

These days, his whole family fawns over him for six movie tickets. It's really the way things are these days. It's just a movie, after all.

However, Zhou Zhonghai enjoyed the flattery from his family. Luo Meiyun was much gentler and more charming than usual, and even his unfilial son, Zhou Wenhui, affectionately called him "Dad" instead of the cold "Dad!"

Qiaoqiao, needless to say, personally poured him a large glass of plum wine and also cooked eggs and red dates to help him replenish his blood.

"Hehe, it's just a movie ticket. If you need anything in the future, just let me know."

Zhou Zhonghai sipped his wine and made some boastful remarks.

"Dad, you don't know, the movie 'Little Flower' was shown first at the city government. I got to see it first, my classmates will be so envious." Qiaoqiao spared no effort in exaggerating Zhou Zhonghai's contribution.

"Really? Your mom wants a rice cooker, but I can't get one. Movie tickets, hehe, that's easy enough."

"The rice cooker is a small matter. I'll have Zhao Jintao bring it next time he goes to Shanghai," Zhou Wenhui said with a fawning smile.

"Yes, you asked Zhao Jintao to bring a sewing machine and a bicycle to Dashui Village last time, right?"

"Yes, it cost less than a hundred yuan. I thought it would be inconvenient for my father-in-law to go to the countryside, and my grandmother also had to go to the countryside to buy medicine, so I bought one. In Huailin, you can't get a bicycle ticket."

"Good son, you have a filial heart." Zhou Zhonghai gave a thumbs up.

Qiaoqiao looked at Zhou Wenhui with a puzzled expression: "Didn't you tell me to study marketing management and figure out how to get bicycle tickets and sewing machine tickets?"

"Yes, yes... right?"

"What? You tricked me into studying marketing management?"

"If I don't encourage you, you won't learn."

"But you lied to me..."

Zhou Zhonghai and Luo Meiyun quickly lowered their heads to eat, while Hu Xiaomei took Xiaowei to the side, just in case they argued and the child got involved.

"Qiaoqiao, aren't you doing well in your studies? Learning more can't be a bad thing, right?" Zhou Wenhui patiently comforted her.

"But I don't like studying. I find history very difficult. Xiaoqi and Gu Tongan can discuss their homework after finishing history, but what about me? I have to rush to another class to listen to Marketing Management. The problem is, I don't have any friends in Marketing Management, and I don't understand anything and there's no one to ask. It's really painful."

Qiaoqiao's eyes actually reddened. She had indeed suffered a lot so that her parents could have a bicycle and a sewing machine.

Zhou Zhonghai and Luo Meiyun exchanged a meaningful glance. Teaching two different professional courses was too difficult for Qiaoqiao.

"Qiaoqiao, I asked you before, and you said you didn't want to be a teacher and wanted to manage the trade market. How can you manage the trade market if you don't study?"

"No, I only said I like making kimchi and dealing with all kinds of vendors, I didn't say I like trade markets."

"The trade market is all about dealing with all sorts of different vendors, right? Besides kimchi, there are clothes, towels, appliances—it's great, all new and exciting stuff. Once you learn market management, you'll have access to the latest economic information from across the city and even the country, helping many people from humble backgrounds rise up. You'll be the big sister of the business world, isn't that wonderful?"

"No way, I have no interest in helping others get rich."

"If you're not interested, why are you so wholeheartedly helping Yao Xing and Xiao Qi?"

"Yao Xing and Xiao Qi are in trouble."

"Qiaoqiao, it's not just Yao Xing and Xiao Qi who are having difficulties; hundreds of thousands of unemployed young people in Huailin City are also facing difficulties."

"Isn't it Dad and Uncle Fu's job to worry about unemployed youth facing difficulties?"

"They've already established a market for unemployed youth, providing a platform. Don't you want to help your father keep an eye on things?"

Zhou Zhonghai nodded repeatedly. Zhou Wenhui was a visionary.

Besides staying in the editorial department himself, he cultivated everyone around him, even his wife.

"dad……"

Zhou Zhonghai was startled and looked up in astonishment.

"Dad, is Wenhui right?" Qiaoqiao asked Zhou Zhonghai with red eyes and a pitiful look on her face.

"Well... Qiaoqiao, first of all, it was wrong of Wenhui to lie to you. Secondly... it was also wrong of him to force you to study."

Zhou Wenhui glared resentfully at Zhou Zhonghai, who quickly tried to smooth things over: "But he's doing this for your own good. After graduating from the history department, the only thing you can do is become a teacher. There's a world of difference between a teacher and a market manager."

Teachers impart rational knowledge of past events to students; right and wrong are conclusions drawn by historians. Business management, however, allows you to personally step into history. With the opening of the national economy, we are entering an unprecedented era.

Today, we rejoice over a bowl of meat. Perhaps in five, ten, or twenty years, we'll feel nauseous at the sight of meat. Then, history books will surely record a significant chapter: those of you who have contributed to the nation's economy will be enshrined in history.

Zhou Zhonghai said a lot, but he didn't know if Qiaoqiao could understand it.

"Feeling nauseous at the sight of meat? Dad, who would feel nauseous at the sight of meat?"

Qiaoqiao couldn't understand, her attention was entirely on the braised pork.

"Yes, Qiaoqiao, your sister-in-law just feels nauseous at the sight of meat," Luo Meiyun quickly chimed in.

"Sister-in-law? The Soviet sister-in-law?"

"She's not a Soviet sister-in-law; she's from Beijing, but she studied in the Soviet Union."

"She doesn't like to eat meat?"

"It's not that we don't like eating meat, it's just that the Soviet economy was much better than ours, and they had meat with every meal. Your sister-in-law prefers vegetables. When our country's economy catches up with the Soviet Union's, we won't like eating meat anymore either," Luo Meiyun said earnestly.

Vegetables were indeed more expensive than meat in the Soviet Union because the low climate made it difficult to grow vegetables.

Due to geographical reasons, Luo Meiyun did not mention a word about it.

"How amazing, there are people who don't like to eat meat." Qiaoqiao was filled with deep regret.

"Qiaoqiao, Wenhui is right. You are a college student, a role model of our times. Teaching and nurturing students is noble, but it is far more important than helping ordinary people get rich. Schools don't lack teachers, but the commercial market lacks a selfless administrator."

Zhou Zhonghai spoke with such cadence and intonation that he almost believed it himself.

After a round of flattery, Qiaoqiao stopped arguing and pouted at Zhou Wenhui, saying, "Even if you mean well, you can't lie to me."

Zhou Wenhui looked at his parents gratefully and said ingratiatingly, "From now on, I'll be straightforward and let you choose. I'll never lie to you again."

"Qiaoqiao, eat meat, eat meat. Wenhui is wrong, I'll scold him."

Luo Meiyun smiled and served food to Qiaoqiao. This hurdle was finally over.

With the crisis averted, Hu Xiaomei carried Xiaowei to the dining table: "Xiaowei, your mother is a role model for women. If I had such a good opportunity, I would definitely study hard without sleeping. Women should learn from Grandma and Mom, to be self-reliant and respected."

"Sister Hu is right. I, Yang Qiao, also want to write a glorious chapter in history."

"Yes, yes, Qiaoqiao is a good child."