Xie Qian did not want to interfere in Deng Juan’s family affairs, but he was certain that Wen Ying would.
Because Wen Ying was very good to her friends around her, and Deng Juan was undoubtedly also Wen Ying’s friend.
At this time, Xie Qian was in the capital, having just connected with a few contacts introduced by Mrs. Peng. If he left the big shots now to return to Rong, the newly established contacts would immediately break off, so Xie Qian could not rush back to Rong City immediately.
The distance was far, the deterrence of a top student over a poor student was not enough, Xie Qian could not persuade Wen Ying, nor did he want to persuade her, he could only turn passive into active and give Wen Ying advice. The advantage of doing so was that Xie Qian himself could still control the overall situation:
“I suggest you can go to Deng Juan’s hometown to take a look during your rest time when not studying.”
“…Hmm?!”
Wen Ying thought she had heard wrong.
In Xie Qian’s eyes, did she actually have rest time this winter vacation?
Xie Qian thought she could: “It’s good to go out for a walk when tired from studying. These matters are very troublesome, but they are also a valuable experience. I guess you haven’t had the opportunity to deeply contact families like Deng Juan’s before.”
If she only wanted to be a bestselling author, of course, she did not need such experience.
The writing mode of bestselling authors could be replicated. Teenage young readers rarely paid attention to the bottom-level small characters around them. The “love and hate entanglements” that young readers loved to read, the stories would not happen in poor rural areas.
But Wen Ying obviously did not just want to be a bestselling author.
Wen Ying would sooner or later try to create heavier themes. At that time, what Wen Ying would involve was the not so glamorous, somewhat heavy multifaceted society.
Besides Deng Juan’s family, Wen Ying could also get close contact with the “business” that Deng Shangwei was doing in the countryside.
The provincial key school would regularly arrange social practice for students. Wen Ying and the others had served as fire prevention propagandists. Such activities were not isolated cases in the provincial key school.
At the same time, the provincial key school also provided targeted assistance to schools in Daliang Mountain. After Wen Ying and her little partners sold crayfish to earn money and donated 40,000, this money was used on the poor students in Daliang Mountain. Since they had done this much, why not do a bit more?
Real social practice was not just a superficial glance through photos and text introductions.
Did Wen Ying not want to know how the donated money was actually used on the poor students?
Whether it really helped the poor students.
Whether it truly, even just a little bit, changed the lives of the poor students?
Wen Ying listened and was greatly touched. Xie Qian changed the subject: “Of course, don’t go to Daliang Mountain for now. Wait until after the college entrance exam when time is more ample. It’s more practical for you to first help Deng Juan solve the immediate difficulties.”
From Rong City to Daliang Mountain was four to five hundred kilometres. The time spent on the road was secondary. Mainly, the local environment in Daliang Mountain was complex. Xie Qian could not go with her and was a bit worried about Wen Ying’s safety.
Xie Qian this person, when negotiating, was completely different from Wen Ying. Whether others bought this set or not was hard to say, but Wen Ying did.
Because Xie Qian both respected her and cared for her, even considering details like collecting writing materials for her. What more could she want?!
What puzzled Wen Ying was that regarding writing matters, Xie Qian seemed to be getting more and more professional.
For Wen Ying’s doubt, Xie Qian smiled slightly.
If one had the heart, of course, one would become more and more knowledgeable.
Xie Qian had a secret.
He not only read “Teen Idol” aloud in front of Old Fu, but after so much time had passed, he still kept in touch with Old Fu.
With a teacher like Old Fu giving remote guidance, and Xie Qian being very smart, he did not need to write himself. He learned a lot of knowledge in literary theory!
…
The next day when they met, Wen Ying told Li Mengjiao and Qin Jiao everything she had found out, as well as Xie Qian’s suggestion.
Li Mengjiao clenched both hands into fists, her eyes shining brightly as she looked at Qin Jiao.
“Why are you looking at me?”
“You are the substitute teacher. When Wen Ying and I have rest days, isn’t it up to you to decide?”
“…”
Qin Jiao subconsciously objected: “No, we can’t go now. Sister Deng Juan is still in the capital. We can’t bypass her and go to the Deng family.”
The Deng family might indeed not be good, but as the saying goes, even an upright official finds it hard to settle a family dispute. No matter how bad, they were still Deng Juan’s family.
If Deng Juan weighed it over and over and was willing to be sucked dry by her family, then what were they as outsiders rushing over to meddle in other people’s family affairs?
Wen Ying also agreed with Qin Jiao’s view: “No hurry, wait until Sister Deng Juan comes back to discuss. Sister Jiao, you haven’t given her this year’s year-end bonus yet, right?”
“Not yet.”
“Good that you haven’t. Hold off for now.”
Even if Deng Juan was soft-hearted and wanted to give money to her family, not having given the year-end bonus could help reduce some losses for Deng Juan.
As Xie Qian said, what to do exactly still depended on figuring out Deng Juan’s own thoughts!
Wen Ying and Qin Jiao unified their opinions. These two could stay steady, but it anxious Li Mengjiao badly: “So now we do nothing?”
Wen Ying deliberately teased Li Mengjiao: “Of course we can do something first. Didn’t I say? My little uncle invested money in aquaculture back home. We can go to his breeding base to play.”
What’s fun about an aquaculture base?
Li Mengjiao thought she was not one of those middle-aged fishing guys!
Out of trust in Wen Ying, Li Mengjiao nodded reluctantly.
Wen Ying turned to look at Qin Jiao, and the two smiled at each other.
Wen Ying wanted to first go probe the Deng family’s bottom, right?
A good general does not fight unprepared battles. While Deng Juan hadn’t returned yet, it was good for them to first understand the situation!
Seeing Qin Jiao smile, Wen Ying thought of how Qin Xianming liked fishing. Forget it, don’t think about this. Boss Qin was good in everything, just that fishing was too consuming for bodyguards. Now it was winter, making bodyguards dive into the pond to hang fish on Boss Qin’s rod was too inhumane.
Wen Ying mentioned to Deng Shangwei that she wanted to go play, and Deng Shangwei readily agreed.
“What’s this? You can go play casually. I’ll arrange some time to personally take you there.”
The matter was settled, Wen Ying quietly waited for Deng Shangwei to free up time. Unexpectedly, on the day of departure, not only Deng Shangwei was accompanying, but also Qin Xianming, Li Zhentao, Wang Jun… and Wen Dongrong were added.
This was a dads’ travel group, also a fishing guys’ group, so none of the moms went.
The moms were not interested in fishing.
On such a cold day, going to the pond side to blow wind was not as good as finding a big mall to stroll.
Wen Ying and Wen Dongrong stared at each other wide-eyed.
She didn’t even know Old Wen was going. Father and daughter left home one after the other, truly comical!
Wang Jun walked over with his belly protruding, slapping Deng Shangwei’s shoulder with one palm: “You’re a bit not righteous, huh. Secretly got an aquatic manor in the countryside, didn’t tell us for so long.”
Deng Shangwei waved his hands repeatedly: “What manor? Just contracted a few mu of small fish ponds. Isn’t it that Big Brother Qin said he wanted to fish? Otherwise, where would I dare to take everyone? When you arrive at my hometown, don’t be disappointed.”
Everyone looked uniformly at Qin Xianming.
Qin Xianming was calm and composed: “Liking fishing isn’t something shameful, right? Why are you looking at me?”
Wang Jun dry-laughed, “Right, right, this hobby is very normal… Let me ask first, huh. We won’t eat fish for lunch today, right?”
Deng Shangwei understood implicitly, “No fish. I’ve arranged authentic farmhouse meal for everyone. The taste may not be as rich as restaurants, but the ingredients are definitely fresh, healthy, and pollution-free.”
Including Wen Ying, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Good not to eat fish.
If eating fish, they would have to wait for Boss Qin to catch fish to have ingredients to cook, easily turning lunch into dinner.
