Reborn 92's Business Tycoon

Chapter 275: Glasses fall to the ground

Feng Yuxuan's ability to make such a statement of course made Feng Zhenchang and Mei Qiuping very happy. All parents in the world want family harmony, and Feng Zhenchang is no exception.

Before attending school in the new China, he also attended private school for a few years, and heard the words 'cultivate one's moral character, manage one's family, run the country, and bring peace to the world,' which many scholars and officials hold as the guiding principle. The other few are very general and too distant concepts for ordinary people, but managing one's family is something that every man should do and can do.

When Feng Yiping first started junior high school, they had some complaints about their daughter. The family was having such a hard time, but she didn't care at all. However, as the family's situation improved and their daughter came to be by their side, the little bit of resentment they had before had long since disappeared.

As the old saying goes, 'No filial son stays by a bedridden parent for a long time.' Although this may not be universally applicable, it is certainly true in most cases. Today, people extend this saying to say, 'Parents are there for their children during a long illness.' Generally speaking, this is universally applicable.

Children may feel that their parents are a burden and reject them, but parents will never reject their children. Similarly, some children may always have opinions about or even resent their parents, but parents will never do the same.

Feng Zhenchang believes that the most important thing to achieve family harmony is fairness. This is another concept that is difficult to quantify. Although sons and daughters are both precious, sons are of course more important. After all, daughters will eventually marry into other families, and only sons can be relied upon in old age.

After marrying, even if a daughter is filial and wants to help her parents, sometimes she may not be in a position to do so.

In his family, this matter is even more clearly differentiated. In recent years, it has been clear that the son is more filial than the daughter. Therefore, he has let the son take 30% and the daughter 20%. This is already a bit biased towards the daughter and a bit unfair to the son. He also knows that the son really doesn't care about this matter at all. If the daughter still disagrees, Mei Qiuping may still have to help persuade him, and he himself will inevitably get angry.

Now it's fine, his son doesn't care, and his daughter has come to her senses. Everyone is happy!

At least I've managed to keep the family together, he thought.

On the way home, Feng Yiping also thought that although there was still some pique in his sister's last two comments, it was still a good start.

Of course, he would not take the initiative to discuss the matter of determining the shareholding, but since he had reached adulthood, the legal representative of Jiasheng Decoration had already been his name, and the same was true for other companies and factories.

Although putting Feng Zhenchang's name on it would certainly make him happy for a while, the consequences that would follow would definitely break his heart. In the future, if Feng Yuxuan is encouraged by outsiders, she may not refuse to inherit other properties under Feng Zhenchang's name.

Family ties and blood are strong, but when it comes to certain matters, they are just that. It is better not to test family ties against huge assets.

'Did it go well?' Upon returning home, Huang Jingping asked, taking his bag. Although she didn't know what Feng Yiping had gone back to discuss with his family, and she wouldn't ask, she was just concerned about whether Feng Yiping had had a good time. Feng Yiping also liked that about her.

'Very well. And you? Have you been at home the whole time?'

'Yes. Xiaozhi and the others asked me to go karaoke, but I didn't feel like it, so I stayed at home and read. I want to sign up for this year's junior accounting title exam.' She led Feng Yiping into the study and showed him all the books open on the table, looking just like a little kid who wants to be praised and affirmed by an adult.

'Very good, Huang Jingping deserves praise!' He didn't have any particular expectations for Huang Jingping when he originally let her go to the college of finance. It was her idea to study, so he just wanted her to learn something. But since she wanted to improve herself and had a goal, that was of course a good thing.

'However, it seems like it will be very troublesome to take the intermediate-level exam in the future. You have to have several years of work experience, right?'

'Yes, you need five years of work experience, but it's okay, we're still young and have plenty of time,' said the good student Huang Jingping.

'Don't push yourself. We don't need any certificates. I still think you should study languages.'

'It's fine. Once I've got my junior title, I can study both at the same time.'

If all goes well, Huang Jingping's exams will not be until the second half of the year, but as soon as she goes to study in the evenings, Feng Yiping's exams will begin.

Hearing that he hadn't finished the three extra sets of papers this week, Chen immediately dragged him into the office.

He looked through them and found that he had done the maths, written the composition in Chinese, answered the combined questions in politics and history, and written the composition in English. It was not bad, but this was obviously not a good answer to the other teachers. 'Feng Yiping, at the beginning of the semester, I discussed this issue with you. Your current behaviour shows a lack of respect for the other teachers!'

'I don't mean to be disrespectful at all, but after a month of studying, I really don't see the point of wasting time on knowledge that I already know well. I don't even have time to focus on my weaknesses and improve them.'

'You mean to say that you have already mastered the previous questions and knowledge points on these test papers?' Teacher Chen waved the test paper in his hands. 'No wonder you only did the big questions at the end. But for the previous ones, even I'm not sure I could get all of them right. Aren't you being a bit too proud?'

There were three other teachers in the office. The homeroom teacher of Class 5 laughed when she heard this and said, 'Chen, after all, this is our school's third-year first place, so it's understandable to be a little proud. Don't we all want our students to surpass us? Your student may actually have a firmer grasp of the material than you do.'

'Lao Wu, I will teach my students as I see fit,' Feng Yiping's attitude this evening was not respectful. Teacher Chen was already a little angry, but it was fine for him to criticize his own students a little, and when other teachers said a few words, he couldn't help but defend his students, so he took his anger out on Teacher Wu.

'Yes, your teaching is really something. He doesn't care about the papers that so many teachers have worked overtime to produce. For this alone, he has already surpassed them!'

Feng Yiping didn't have the time to argue with such a teacher. He just ignored him.

'Teacher Chen,' he took out six history textbooks from grades one to three from his school bag, 'For Chinese and English, memorising the textbook cannot reflect your level. Politics is too simple to memorise, but history covers a wide range and has many knowledge points, so it is not easy to memorise in a short time. It is quite difficult. You can choose any one of these six books and see if I can remember it and whether I can memorise it.'

This time, not only Teacher Chen, but also the other teachers were stunned. Looking at Feng Yiping, it didn't seem like he was faking. However, those were six thick books, covering ancient and modern China and the world, from BC to the present, with all the major events and figures. Could he really remember them all?

Teacher Chen was also a little shaken by Feng Yiping's determination. He wondered if he should just do as Feng Yiping said and not use the test-taking tactic, and not require the memorisation of dead knowledge, but only strengthen the more active aspects, such as composition.

He didn't want to try it, but other teachers became interested. It was also a rare thing for students to challenge their teachers in this way.

One teacher casually picked up a book, flipped through it casually, and asked a comprehensive question, 'Then tell me about the Second Industrial Revolution.'

Feng Yiping looked at the homeroom teacher and saw that Mr. Chen did not object. He took a stool from behind one of the desks and said, 'Can I sit down and talk?'

The teacher who asked the question smiled and said, 'You are only qualified to sit down if you answer this question correctly.'

Fine, then, Feng Yiping leaned against the desk, crossed his arms, and began by talking about the background of the Second Industrial Revolution. He gave a detailed account of its course, main achievements, and historical impact, including some of the key figures and important dates, without missing a single one. In fact, it was equivalent to reciting the entire Chapter from beginning to end.

The teacher was a maths teacher and not well-versed in history. Sometimes he couldn't turn the pages fast enough to keep up with Feng Yiping's recitation. The more he listened, the more surprised he became. When Feng Yiping finished, he couldn't quite believe it and closed the book. He looked at the other three teachers, who were equally surprised, and said to him, 'You have the credentials to sit here!'

Feng Yiping nodded. As soon as he sat down, he saw Teacher Wu walk in with a group of teachers. 'Come, everyone, come and witness the level of our third-year top student!'

Behind him, a group of people followed with smiles on their faces, including several teachers from the political and educational affairs office. Everyone looked like they were enjoying the show. Teacher Wu became the host and distributed the six history books on the table. 'Feel free to ask questions. Don't worry, they won't stump Yiping.'

The teachers also found it interesting. Such things don't happen every day. The younger teachers, with a bit of a game-playing attitude, asked the questions first. They were perhaps worried that Feng Yiping would have an advantage in the history of his own country, so they mostly asked questions about foreign history, from ancient Greece to Rome to the Ottoman Empire, from the French Republic to the American Civil War to the New Deal of Roosevelt. Feng Yiping easily answered them all without even looking up a single reference.

Chen was originally a little unhappy with so many teachers crowding around, but then she saw that Feng Yiping could accurately answer whatever they asked, and her expression became more and more relaxed, her smile growing wider and wider. She took the initiative to give Feng Yiping a glass of water.

When Feng Yiping had finished reciting the Bretton Woods system, none of the teachers had the same expression of anticipation they had had when they first arrived. They were all filled with amazement. It had been more than an hour since they had started, and the questions they had asked covered all six textbooks. Feng Yiping had recited at least most of one book.

Although they were all teachers and far more knowledgeable than the student sitting there, at this moment, this student had deeply impressed them!

They had heard of people who could memorise entire dictionaries, but hearing about it and seeing it for yourself were two different things.

The teacher, Mr Wu, who had just been meddling in other people's business, was still not convinced. 'Classmate Yiping really has an extraordinary memory. In that case, let me test you too,' he said, taking a piece of paper and casually writing down eighteen groups of numbers, half of them two-digit and half three-digit. He read them out, 'Can you repeat them?'

With a little effort, it's not impossible to remember, but is it really necessary? Feng Yiping took a sip of water and looked at him with a look of contempt, 'Teacher Wu, I was remembering based on my understanding, not because I have any special abilities!'

'Haha,' many of the teachers laughed. Feng Yiping was right, this was not a performance.

'Alright, everyone disperse!' The vice-principal, who was on duty, stood behind the group of people at some point.

Before leaving, the teachers smiled and greeted Feng Yiping, 'Work hard, and you'll definitely come back as the top scorer.'

After the unrelated teachers had left, the vice-principal looked at the test papers on the table and said, 'Yiping is right. There's no time for casting the net widely now. There's no need to waste a lot of time revising the basic knowledge. Instead, organise teachers to provide targeted tutoring on the subjects where he is likely to lose marks. If you need support, just let the school know. We just hope that this year's top scorer in the province will not fail again.'

'Yes, Principal, we originally planned to let Feng Yiping do it for a month first to understand the extent to which he has mastered each knowledge point, and then adjust depending on the results. Now that it has been more than a month, we will definitely do as you say next.'

'Yes, Principal, Teacher Chen asked me to come today to discuss this with you.' Feng Yiping of course knew how to say such words to smooth things over.

'Then you continue your discussion,' the vice-principal said kindly when he was leaving, encouraging Feng Yiping, 'work hard!'

That night, Feng Yiping's scene of shaking the glasses off many teachers' noses spread throughout the school the next day, giving him unprecedented attention once again since the last time he signed a contract. Many students in the liberal arts classes were convinced that they had good memories, but no one was confident that they could calmly recite so much in front of so many teachers.

Feng Yiping didn't care much about this attention. There was only a little over a quarter of a year left until the college entrance exam, and he still had to work hard if he wanted to achieve his goal of becoming the top scorer in the province and enter the school and major he wanted.