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After her son was born, Li Jiayi became even more demanding. She didn't take the child with her, but stayed in Qindao to prepare for the postgraduate entrance examination. She also gave her 4,000 yuan in pocket money every month.

This was the result of a compromise after a long period of negotiation.

At that time, she and Huang Mengsong had just graduated, and she "condescended" to come to Shou'an. Huang Qinzhou originally had some good feelings towards her future daughter-in-law, but she did not like the "poor place" and found fault with it in various ways.

When she learned that Huang Qinzhou's tea business could generate a net income of more than 60,000 yuan a month, she became greedy again and wanted to take control of Huang Mengsong's family savings.

But Huang Mengsong didn't have the right to speak, and he couldn't argue with the shrew, so he had to call his father.

Huang Qinzhou loathed unreasonable idiots; Li Jiayi had completely worn out his good impression. He saw this kind of person as someone who deserved to be stabbed with a bayonet. He told her directly, "You'll have to be alive to get it," then grabbed her by the hair and rushed to the warehouse to "solve the problem." It was Huang Mengsong who saved her.

From then on, Li Jiayi, in a rare display of human nature, backed off, but refused to remain in Gan Province. Since Li Jiayi backed off, Huang Mengsong followed suit. To put it bluntly, Huang Mengsong was too soft-hearted. He disliked Li Jiayi, but he hated the sheer force of violence even more.

Paying three thousand yuan every month is just a "yearly payment" to make her behave herself. It's just a temporary solution to keep her out of sight and out of mind.

Huang Mengsong felt extremely sad. He thought that Qindao must have bad feng shui.

Now his girlfriend wanted to get married, and they started arguing about the bride price again. Obviously, the bride price in Qindao, Shandong Province was only 10,000 or 20,000 yuan, but after the future mother-in-law learned the bride price standard in Gan Province and knew that his family made a lot of money from selling tea, she asked for an exorbitant price.

Five years ago, he would think that the college entrance examination was the biggest thing in life, and three years ago, he would think that a broken heart was the worst thing in life, but now he doesn't think about these empty things.

Huang Mengsong was tired of playing. He looked at the time and it was almost three o'clock. He shook off his thick motorcycle jacket from the ground and put it on. He was going to Fuliang County in person to handle the share transfer procedures.

There was a thin layer of mist on the glass door of the hall. As soon as the door was opened, the damp and cold wind unique to the mountainous areas of Jiangxi Province in autumn hit his face and couldn't wait to get into his room which could not be called warm.

Huang Mengsong shuddered, turned up the collar of his motorcycle jacket, and walked into his own warehouse.

Land in Shou'an is cheap, allowing for large warehouses. At least the Huang family's warehouse is quite large, nearly 500 square meters. The highest cost of this warehouse is the fine cement floor, followed by the metal roof. Huang Mengsong pushed open the warehouse door and saw various farm machinery and his Suzuki GSR400. Then, behind, a mountain of tea leaves, wrapped in plastic and piled high in bags, almost reaching the metal roof. Each bag weighed about a pound.

His family's car is still parked in Fuliang County. For the time being, the only means of transportation at Shouan's home is his own Suzuki motorcycle and a newly bought truck.

The 400cc motorcycle, with its modest horsepower, wasn't exactly a "performance beast," but Huang Mengsong loved it dearly. It was his first and, for now, only motorcycle, a water bike he bought in 2009. China implemented new exhaust regulations in 2009, and starting in 2009, all Suzukis had electronic fuel injection, while his bike still had the old mechanical fuel injection. He bought it for the price of a small domestic scooter.

Huang Mengsong pressed the accelerator several times before the engine started. He squeezed the accelerator. This old bike roared loudly, but it felt weak to ride. He drove past the newly built cement road in front of his home and headed towards the town center. The edge of Shou'an Town was all newly built roads, the wider ones were magnificent asphalt roads, the narrower ones were cement roads.

But there is a section of bumpy stone road in the center of the town. It may have been a square bluestone slab a hundred or two hundred years ago, but it has become broken over time. The gravel is filled with gravel and soil. In spring and summer, sparse weeds and wild flowers will grow there, but now they have dried up, leaving only a few withered roots.

He was already familiar with this section of the road. Shou'an Town had existed for too long. Shou'an, Fuliang and Jingdezhen had also existed for too long. There had been no major changes in these hundreds of years.

In just the past few decades, many new things have emerged, but people living in this world subconsciously ignore them.

Huang Mengsong drove to the southeast corner of Shou'an and onto the expressway, which bordered the old railway. Many parts of Jiangxi Province still used coal-fired "slow trains," especially his hometown of Jingdezhen. Trains connected every county and town, primarily for freight, barely exceeding 100 km/h. The clanging noise could be heard from afar, and even the pebbles on the ground would shake if the trains got too close.

Even when Huang Mengsong was a child, he didn't need to look at the road signs when he went to Fuliang County. He just rode his bicycle in the direction of the railway. When he saw the train station, he had reached his destination.

The low hills along the way stretched out in a continuous mass. He had seen this scenery for most of his life, and he only felt that these mountains were like a layer of wrapping, with green and yellow, extending to the infinite distance with the gray sky.

A green freight train passed by on the old railway line running parallel to his. The rusty train's body made a rhythmic "clang clang" sound, and the old motorcycle beneath it roared along with it.

The old train easily outpaced Huang Mengsong's motorcycle, which made him feel overwhelmed. He stepped on the accelerator, but the car didn't speed up much. The noise of the motorcycle engine under his crotch annoyed him. Even the mocking wind noise and the continuous "clang" of the train couldn't drown out the dry howl of the old motorcycle.

He felt that he should change his car.

Drive to the suburbs of Fuliang County, and you will find the Wankang Tea Factory.

The tea factory has been around for decades. It was formerly a state-owned tea factory in Fuliang County. In the 1980s, it was contracted out and turned into a private enterprise. Because local people were used to drinking it, it had no problem with sales in the early years, but sales were not good last year. If it weren't for Huang Qinzhou's ruthless work and forcing the sales channels to be opened up, this broken factory would probably have closed down last year.

The tea factory covers several acres and looks a bit dilapidated from the outside. The copper sign at the door is varnished and polished to a shine, but the main gate is rusted and looks dirty, as if it had just been dug out of the ground.

Looking inside, there are three factory buildings connected together in the shape of a "品" character. The outer walls of the factory buildings are galvanized iron sheets, commonly known as "white iron sheets". Even from a distance, you can see large patches of rust on the bottom.

Huang Mengsong drove the car into the factory and faced the small stone statue at the entrance of the tea factory. The inscription read September 2000, and next to it was a carved poem about Fuliang tea.

The Tang Dynasty tea market flourished for a thousand years, and the fragrant tea of ​​Fuliang was served in every household.

This poem was written by a modern poet, and even the poet's identity is unclear. It feels rather contorted, a compliment forced just to make the point. However, the most famous line about Fuliang is from "Pipa Xing": "Merchants value profit over separation. Last month I went to Fuliang to buy tea."

Obviously, this sour remark spoken in the voice of Ji Zi is not suitable as a tea factory's signboard, but apart from this sentence, there seems to be no other poem that can point out the place name "Fuliang" and is about tea.

Chapter 72: Speechless and Sound

After receiving the principal of Ningjiang Middle School, Kong Yucheng took Qiao Chunmu to his office.

Kong Yucheng's office is very spacious, about 80 square meters in size, almost three times the size of Qiao Chunmu's office in Nanshigao. The floors are made of waxed black walnut imported from South America, shiny and smooth with a faint red glow.

Qiao Chunmu sat on the leather sofa. The sofa was soft but not sagging at all. The moment he sat down, it wrapped around his buttocks and back, and the clothes and leather rubbed against each other, making a "creaking" sound.

"It was this sofa last time I came here. You're more diligent at changing big things than I am at changing clothes. Damn it, I'll report you once you're here."

Without the outsiders from Ningjiang Middle School present, Qiao Chunmu cursed and swore a lot.

Kong Yucheng didn't retort immediately. Although it was sarcastic, he didn't bother to pay attention to his brother's poor appearance. He took out a cigarette case, took out a thin cigar and threw it to Qiao Chunmu, then took out another one and lit it for himself. After taking a few slow puffs, Kong Yucheng spoke slowly.

"Number 2 Mao's Thirteen is very soft, with the sweetness of honey and a ginseng aftertaste."

Qiao Chunmu didn't smoke it, but just put it close to his nose and smelled it, then stuffed the cigar into his pocket.

Kong Yucheng glanced at him, threw the remaining half pack of cigars in his pocket to him, and continued.

"The old sofas are all shared in the general building. This set is sponsored by the company. Not only mine, but every director's office has one."

While smoking, Kong Yucheng poured two cups of black tea from the teapot on the table, pushed one cup in front of Qiao Chunmu, and took a sip of the other cup himself.

"What company would give this thing away?"

Qiao Chunmu touched the sofa with some envy. The brown top-grain cowhide felt delicate and more comfortable than the leather on his body.

"Multimedia, one set costs 170,000. Over the summer, we completely replaced the entire senior high school building. Plus, the renovations cost over 7 million. It went to the finance department, and I didn't get a single cent."

Kong Yucheng was nonchalant.

"I don't believe it. I've known you for years. How could you not eat? Look at what you're wearing and what you use. You don't look like a teacher at all."

"I don't give others excuses. Are you saying I'm dishonest?"

Kong Yucheng had a subtle expression, almost smiling.

"It's hard to say. Anyway, I'm going to step down soon. I won't be in charge of anything then. No matter what happens, it won't be my business."

Qiao Chunmu twisted his body.

"I don't have to guess what the real high school looked like four years ago. Now, at most, they've added a projector. That thing was forced in by the Ministry of Education, right?"

"Old Kong, you have a way of making money. I, who only rely on government grants, can't compare with you."

Frankly speaking, although Qiao Chunmu didn't quite agree with Kong Yucheng's philosophy, he was truly impressed by his abilities. Previously, No. 1 Middle School was only second-rate in Nanling, with an annual admission rate of around 60%. However, under Kong Yucheng's leadership, within a few years, he had completely overwhelmed all the established and prestigious schools.

After chatting in Kong Yucheng's office for almost an hour, Qiao Chunmu was a little dazed. He had known for a long time that he would step down after the change of leadership.

Kong Yucheng will initially serve as the acting principal of Nanshi High School, but he will hold absolute power. This kind of parachuting move is definitely a precedent in Nanling.

It is obvious that someone above him is extremely dissatisfied with his management level, and this can be regarded as a warning to himself.

Qiao Chunmu scratched his head and lay dejectedly on the sofa.

Kong Yucheng ignored him and smoked silently. After taking a few puffs, he put out the remaining half of the cigar in the ashtray, stood up and walked to the window, and called a private restaurant in Xuanwu.

Qiao Chunmu looked at them and wanted to ask about the details of the change of leadership, but he held back and said nothing.

He was convinced of Kong Yucheng's ability, but he was unwilling to give in. He knew very well what Kong Yucheng had done over the years.

He categorized students by their grades, using a pyramid scheme-like approach, and used a last-place elimination system for key classes to force them to study. He used a similar approach with teachers, ranking them based on a single metric: grades and performance. Those at the top were paid, while those at the bottom were looked down upon.

Furthermore, to attract more money, Kong Yucheng connected liberal arts and business programs at universities in England and America, providing a convenient platform for wealthy second-generations who couldn't even get into a top-tier university in China to study abroad. His connections to certain schools abroad were a testament to his ability, and the parents of those students were naturally willing to contribute generously to those with the means.

Qiao Chunmu had heard Ma Chengwu tell an interesting story before. Every classroom in No. 1 Middle School always had electricity. Last year, a student who was finishing evening self-study met a student who had gone to morning self-study earlier on his way back to the dormitory.

Qiao Chunmu also knew that the annual expenditure on public opinion control at No. 1 Middle School was several times higher than that of Nanshi High School, because every year there were students who committed suicide because they could not stand the high-pressure tactics of No. 1 Middle School.

Qiao Chunmu knew that Kong Yucheng would be punished sooner or later if he continued to behave like this, but no one knew how long that "sooner or later" would take.

He had brought along the 14 top-scoring Gaokao this time to show off, which wasn't so much a show-off as a show of weakness. Qiao Chunmu knew full well that with Lu Baiyin's level, he could easily have won the top spot at any decent school if he performed normally.

But Kong Yucheng didn't care about Qiao Chunmu's little thoughts, because everything he had now would belong to Kong Yucheng.

For Nanshi High School, Lu Baiyin couldn't be there every year. Kong Yucheng had plenty of patience, and his nephew's level was not bad either. Even if his nephew Zhou Xinshu was currently a student at Nanshi High School, he would be the principal of Nanshi High School in a year.

Qin Zhixin and her group took less than half an hour to understand the layout of the No. 1 Middle School gymnasium.

But she had a feeling they weren't here to learn about the layout, but rather that Nanyi Middle School was simply showing off their new gymnasium. After all, she wasn't Lu Baiyin, so why would she need to sit on the podium and let herself be cold?

She wouldn't have to stand on the podium during the sports meet. After all, her grades weren't good enough, and it wouldn't be her turn to speak to the three schools as a student representative. Qin Zhixin was just a team leader, just a camera person. When the sports meet started, the most she'd do was hand out mineral water and glucose to the participating students.

Zhou Xinshu and Li Jing stood beside her. The three of them, freshmen from Nanshi High School, gathered together. Lu Baiyin and Gao Qingjian stood on one side, while the students from Ningjiang stood far away, whispering to each other.

The bell rang for the final afternoon class at Nanyi Middle School. Qin Zhixin stood at the podium in front of the gymnasium, gazing out at the teaching building. A large crowd of people were rushing to the cafeteria. Bored, she counted the seconds on her watch. Ten minutes hadn't passed before the students, having finished their dinner, began to stream back to their classrooms. Soon, the school was quiet again.

Qin Zhixin couldn't help but gasp in amazement. When she saw this group of students from Nanyi Middle School who were like cattle and horses, she thought that Kong Yucheng would probably become the principal of Nanshi High School soon. By then, Nanshi High School would also become like this.

"Oh my god, what do they use for food at No. 1 Middle School? Do they pour food directly into the stomach through a funnel? I saw someone leave the cafeteria less than five minutes after class ended."

Although Qin Zhixin was surprised, she still made a sarcastic remark as usual.

"There are certain requirements for eating at No. 1 Middle School. If it's before a major exam, they're not allowed to sit down to eat. They have to stand to eat, which saves time."

Zhou Xinshu rubbed his nose, feeling a little embarrassed, but this emotion only lasted for a moment because Qin Zhixin was still complaining.

"Eating fast doesn't save you any time to study. Who are you putting on this show for?"

"My uncle... Principal Kong advocates that students should work faster and squeeze out some time for studying. In fact, the meal times at No. 1 Middle School and Nanshi High School are similar. Those who run away after eating are eating in the cheaper cafeteria, where they can get food and eat faster. The food on the fifth and sixth floors of the cafeteria is more expensive, so I guess I'm just eating now."

Qin Zhixin felt it was magical after hearing it.

"Goodness me, this is class discrimination?"

Li Jing had been listening silently, and when he heard Zhou Xinshu say "fifth and sixth floors", he couldn't help but interrupt.

"I heard that on the fifth and sixth floors, a simple order of food costs thirty or forty yuan. They're basically catering to the rich. The regular cafeteria downstairs has fewer dishes, but they still have two meat dishes, two vegetable dishes, and a soup. Now, you swipe your card first, then push your tray forward. When you get to the dish, they give you a spoonful. It's a separate dining system."

"Hiss, my sister never told me this? This is a crime."

Li Jing hesitated and said, "Student Qin, they actually ate quite well. It was quick, delicious, and the portions were generous. They rolled it up like this, so they shouldn't be denied food."

Qin Zhixin looked towards the cafeteria of No. 1 Middle School with a look of disgust.

"Hey, Zhou Xinshu, if Nanshigao becomes the new principal, won't he become like this?"

"You ask me, who should I ask? Anyway, I will definitely have a special meal in the teachers' cafeteria."

Qin Zhixin narrowed her eyes and glanced at Zhou Xinshu, her expression indescribably subtle. Although he was being stared at by a beautiful woman, Zhou Xinshu still felt uneasy at her strange look.

"What's your expression?"

Qin Zhixin remained silent. The two teachers from No. 1 Middle School who had led the way arrived belatedly and led them to the minibus. The minibus swayed slightly as it went downhill. Qin Zhixin secretly played with her phone, but felt a little dizzy. She simply turned off the screen and sat in a more comfortable position, half-sideways, squinting in the car.

Two boys from Ningjiang Middle School next door kept peeking at her. Seeing her eyes narrowed, they thought she was asleep and stared at her intently. Qin Zhixin felt a little annoyed. These people were like a swarm of flies, appearing all the time.

She was too lazy to remember the name of every fly.

Qin Zhixin turned her head to the other side and ignored him.

But her graceful neck was exposed. Her fair and delicate skin formed a strong contrast with the coarse cotton sweatshirt. The clothes, which already made her look whiter, made her exposed skin look like a night pearl in the dark, so white and translucent that it could almost fluoresce, and the graceful neck line was like a loose guitar string, unscrupulously revealing the most primitive longing.

Perhaps it was a bit cold, so she hugged her chest with her soft hands, holding her denim jacket tightly, and her plump breasts were squeezed, making the already protruding parts look even more majestic.

Zhou Xinshu still sat next to her shamelessly. Seeing her like this, he took off his windbreaker and covered her with it.

Qin Zhixin glanced at him in confusion. Zhou Xinshu didn't say anything, just watched.

Chapter 73 Business Hotel

Qin Zhixin was still sleeping in a daze. Zhou Xinshu looked at her, his eyes becoming dull.

The skin around her neckline was dazzlingly white, but it was too empty, and the sweatshirt she wore was too plain. The denim jacket she wore was also too cheap, with poor fabric, poor-quality plastic buttons, and a terrible cut; it was a completely generic outfit.

Zhou Xinshu wanted to say that these were street goods, but when Qin Zhixin put them on, he felt that they were not so "street goods" anymore. He could only say that "the price attribute of the goods was not conspicuous enough."

According to Zhou Xinshu's aesthetic, beautiful women should wear fine clothes and jewels. Qin Zhixin's outfit seemed too ordinary to him. Aside from her watch and shoes, which looked decent, the rest of her outfit was too casual. He thought Qin Zhixin should wear a choker embellished with colored gemstones, preferably rubies or topaz. Warm-toned gemstones would go perfectly with her fair skin, and the choker's close fit would also highlight the delicate lines of her neck.

But even without jewelry, Qin Zhixin is still very beautiful. It's just that it's because Qin Zhixin is beautiful that the clothes she wears look beautiful.

Zhou Xinshu considered himself quite discerning, though he certainly wouldn't deny his fondness for women. He wasn't a hypocrite, nor a moral saint. Our ancestors, more than two thousand years ago, had said, "Food and sex are human nature." Could Zhou Xinshu, however clever, be as open-minded as they were? Could he, however brilliant, be as brilliant as those whose names were recorded in history books?

He liked a temperament, or rather a feeling, of intelligent, gentle, and independent women. No, more precisely, beautiful women who were intelligent, gentle, independent, and who understood him. Just like he had said to Qin Zhixin, a strong man and a strong woman were the right match for a successful marriage.

Zhou Xinshu felt that this might be the reason why his uncle Kong Yucheng had never gotten married. He might be waiting for someone who could take advantage of him.

Kong Yucheng and Qiao Chunmu were sitting in the minibus's seat near the driver. Zhou Xinshu could see them talking in the rearview mirror in the middle of the minibus's front windshield, but he didn't know what they were talking about, and he himself was not interested in the conversation between the two middle-aged men.

The minibus stopped at a creative cuisine restaurant on the south bank of Jiangxinzhou.

Kong Yucheng booked them into a creative restaurant that featured Hangzhou cuisine's "Lakeside School" style, emphasizing lighter flavors. Compared to high-end establishments, the restaurant was quite affordable, with the average price per person being just over 300 yuan. It was nominally a private kitchen, but more directly, it was a business restaurant.

This kind of place is used for discussing things and doing business, and what is required is a good environment, good decoration and good sound insulation. Most of the time, there is no special pursuit in taste, but the food will never be bad.

From the outside, the restaurant's exterior walls are entirely clad in reddish-brown shale bricks, yet they don't feel rough at all, instead possessing a unique sophistication. The parking lot in front of the restaurant is packed with luxury cars, and the sheer size alone reveals their expensiveness. The interior is decorated in a minimalist, neo-Chinese style. While it's called neo-Chinese, it's essentially a reinterpretation of the old furniture, minus the patterns, and adding some so-called ergonomic design. The decor is largely minimalist, with the "Chinese" element merely embellished with certain elements, much like some women putting on lipstick before going out and claiming they're wearing makeup—a rather contrived excuse.

Jiangxinzhou is located next to mountains and water, and has the most open river view in the entire Nanling city. At night, the cruise ships are illuminated by lanterns, and the newly built high-rise residential areas on the opposite bank are in the distance, which looks barely romantic.