Free Web NovelChapter 2209: Chapter 2209: Numerical Perception
The group of students across the table were dumbfounded, startled by her opening statement, saying, "Yingying, do you know everything?"
Their class’s top female student was terrifying; she understood even these things.
Xie Wanying reminded the students, "You know, my dad is a truck driver."
She never felt there was anything shameful about her dad’s occupation; every profession has value. It’s just that her family was genuinely looked down on by those around them.
Truck drivers, like other professions, must be viewed with tiers. Generally, it can be divided into small self-employed individuals who own and use their trucks, workers who help others transport goods without owning trucks, and small business owners who run their transportation companies.
No one dares to look down on small business owners. A fleet of more than ten trucks, along with assets like a fixed parking lot and self-built suburban farmhouse, amounts to over a million.
Drivers who help run a truck are called workers; they earn how much they run for the boss, and on the road, they pick up bits of fuel money or meal money, earning hardship pay akin to a salary without bearing the risk of operations.
Her dad was the kind who once tried hard to upgrade from a worker to a boss but suffered a major setback and failed miserably.
At his peak, Xie Changrong took out a loan to buy three trucks intending to form a small fleet, but after several consecutive accidents, he lost everything. The ultimate reason her dad was looked down on was because of having no money. With no money and no education to justify self-respect, and her dad’s personality being a bit like Ah Q’s spiritual victory method, he ended up being ridiculed incessantly.
The medical profession’s respect is also largely because of money.
After explaining the calculation rules to the students, she then talked about the cargo volume: "I estimated earlier that my friend’s company has about a hundred or so cubic meters of goods to be transported."
"A hundred cubic meters? Is a van enough?" several students asked from across.
If these students were to come over and take a look, they would certainly not say that a van is enough. This is because it’s not a regular small truck that’s needed, and that’s why it’s temporarily challenging to find one.
Xie Wanying told the students, "Generally, a regular small van on the market can only hold 2.6 cubic meters of cargo, and a medium van holds 4.5 cubic meters." ƒreewebɳovel.com
"Wait, let’s calculate it," unfamiliar with this industry, several students quickly called for a pause, grabbing calculators and tapped away. This calculation surprised them: What? Do you need dozens of vans? Vans can only hold such a small amount of stuff?
"Yingying, how big is your friend’s company?"
The group of students only became aware after being similarly stunned by her friend’s warehouse, realizing how humble Wu Lixuan usually was.
"We all thought she was just someone delivering tea leaves. Is that not the case?"
"Yingying, your friend is just like you."
"You can usually be more high-profile, can’t you?"
"How big is your friend’s warehouse?"
It seemed the students had no concept of the volume of things. Unlike her, who, since childhood, followed her dad loading and unloading goods in the city, storing those intuitive mathematics concepts in her mind.
This is the reason some technical workers privately laugh at some students for studying without practical understanding. While studying, students only know how to calculate on paper, lacking a real-world sense of actual volumes, leading to designs that produce too big or small products in factories, becoming a laughingstock.
The group of students suddenly realized: Hey, could the reason Student Xie has a good sense of numbers when being a surgeon be traced back to this?
