Free Web NovelChapter 957: Chapter 930: Many Benefits
Qian’s mom is just overly satisfied with her daughter.
At this age, the competition isn’t just about who uses the most expensive skincare products or whose husband has a higher rank; it’s also about whose children are more successful.
As for Fugui and Qian, there’s no need to even mention them. Even among peers of Mr. Liao’s level, it’s rare to find children who have achieved so much without relying on their parents. That’s why Qian’s mom has always felt proud.
It’s her son she constantly worries about.
"Isn’t it good that he’s not going to school? Minglang talked to him before, and Dalong wants to go to Minglang’s place to find a grassroots job for training."
"That’s absolutely unacceptable! If he couldn’t get into college, then fine, let him drift for a couple of years. But he passed, so why bother joining in such nonsense?"
"Mom, are you trying to upset me? How is training just drifting through life? If you want to nitpick, then here’s a bag for you, as your mindset is obviously flawed."
Qian tugged at the bag strap as if to take it, and her mom snatched it away, comparing it against herself.
"Don’t you twist my words! That’s not what I meant. But you know your own capabilities - no academic achievements nor skills. If he goes to such places, what can he accomplish?"
"No more cosmetics for you either. What do you mean by ’such places’?"
Qian pretended to take back the cosmetics too, leaving Qian’s mom frustrated and speechless.
"... You know how lazy your brother is. Why are you now defending him?"
Qian’s mom, poor at arguing, couldn’t find the words.
"Are you trying to say, it’s not about disliking my brother, but about being realistic, that gold shines wherever it is, and those lazy won’t do well anywhere?" Qian summed it up accurately, and Qian’s mom smacked her forehead, exactly this!
Everyone sees their own children in a good light. Though Qian’s mom likes her son, emotions aside, she needs to be objective. Dalong’s personal qualities fall way below the mark. Qian’s mom heard Mr. Liao mention that to develop well now, one must be particularly outstanding, as there are requirements for academic qualifications. Dalong wants to achieve something significant, and that’s no easy feat.
"Actually, Xiaoqiang and I have already studied this matter, listen to my analysis..."
Qian went on to detail the pros and cons. Initially, Qian’s mom found it unreliable, but the more she listened, the more it made sense.
"... In summary, someone like Dalong, you place him in college, and if the campus atmosphere is slightly lacking, he’ll compete over food and drinks, act proud, get into fights and chase after girls, and before you know it, brings you grandchildren before graduation—and they won’t be from the same mom—and that’s not all. What if he gets beat up and ends up with broken limbs, or gets into fights and does that to someone else?"
Qian’s mom shuddered at Qian’s description, "No, your brother isn’t like that..."
"Isn’t he? Doesn’t he spend money recklessly? Has he ever shown a desire to pull strings and find a job? What does he think when seeing others drive luxury cars? Does he not get excited wanting to drive one too?"
Qian’s skillful use of conceptual shifts made it easy to persuade afterwards.
Indeed, her mom’s expression grew serious, and she fell silent.
Qian pressed on.
"Do you want him to spend years growing spiritually, or do you prefer he mature superficially and drift through life?"
"But he passed the exams, if he doesn’t go..." Qian’s mom was still hesitant.
"I’m not saying don’t let him attend school; just preserve his enrollment and send him to train. Once he understands the hardships and complexities of life and matures, if he still wants to study, he can return to school. If he has the capability to repeat a year, that would be even more impressive."
"Then why return to school, wasting time doing this... As he gets older and resumes school, he’ll be older than others, lacking advantages in both careers and relationships." Qian’s mom remained concerned about her son’s future.
Qian had anticipated such worries, calmly rummaging in her luggage.
"What did you bring again? I told you the house isn’t short of anything, stop bringing stuff."
"I think you should take a look at this." Qian pulled out a large scrapbook.
All collected with Bai Jin’s help—having a journalist friend is handy, providing rich resources for anything.
"What’s this? I don’t like reading, give it to your Uncle Liao." Qian’s mom pushed it aside as soon as she saw her daughter holding something book-like, her head aching at the thought of her son reading, a trait he inherited from her.
"You should take a look, come on, this date, college student from a wealthy family driving drunk causing an accident—2 dead and 1 injured. Check out these car accident photos, tsk tsk tsk!"
Qian pointed at photos while speaking, her mom shivered. Qian flipped the page and continued, "Look here, a male college student suspected of substance abuse because his family couldn’t support his expenses, committed robbery. Look at this confession after he was caught, let me read it: I hate my mother for not properly disciplining me! And this one—"
"Stop reading!"
This thick book of clippings hit too close to home. Qian intentionally selected news about young adults wreaking havoc due to poor discipline, scaring Qian’s mom to the point of turning pale. Many photos were directly taken by Bai Jin at the scene—too bloody to use in the news, but incredibly impactful.
Qian aimed for exactly this effect, having scared her mom, she flipped the scrapbook to the back, different from the frightening front pages, all clippings.
"Look at the report Minglang made from them, here’s the before and after comparison of young guys’ work, including some personal achievements. Look, these guys were once rebellious, but after training and honing, they became successful."
Qian’s mom glanced, and surprisingly, work transformed them. Before looking like street roamers, but after putting on uniforms and getting a buzzcut, they looked sharp, full of spirit, lacking that dull vibe.
In light of this contrast, Qian’s mom was moved.
"Yes, you’re right." Qian’s mom had already been convinced by Qian.
"Giving him an environment to grow, time is relative. Changing one’s essence for the better or worse, think for yourself—why do you need to set up a trellis for growing green beans in the countryside?"
This metaphor was vivid and relatable, and Qian’s mom instantly responded.
"Without it, they grow tangled, fewer flowers, easily attracting pests, reducing yield, and picking beans becomes difficult without a trellis."
"So my brother is like those beans; if you don’t set up a structure for him, he’ll grow all over the place."
"Ah..."
This statement sent Qian’s mom into deep thought, especially when watching her son gobble down during a meal, her emotions felt even more conflicted.
