章 9: Father mantle

Yang Wei and Gao Qiong were both crestfallen; they still could not believe that Xia Ping had won, and thinking about their meticulous bet, they could not help but clench their fists. They don't have a choice; credit ratings are too important, so, putting on their brave faces, both of them went outside the school to implement the best conditions.

Xia Ping had no interest in watching hairy butts, so he returned home.

"Mother, what an auspicious day is today?" "What are you cooking?" A delicious aroma was wafting from the kitchen, and Xia Ping gulped.

Huang Lan, a woman in her late 30s wearing an apron, came out of the kitchen, answering Xia Ping with a smile, "I'm making Huang special sweet and sour pork. It's inferno war-hog meat."

Inferno war-hog – A ferocious fire beast, his armor is capable of withstanding ballistic penetration, or an explosion of pounds of TNT. Inferno war-hog meat is too precious ($600 for a pound), as it contains a lot of energy. Its value is no less than immortality, it can greatly enhance body strength or reiki.

Xia Ping was shocked and asked hurriedly, "Did dad make a great fortune?"

"Brat, one should live his life to the fullest. "Coffins don't have pockets!" Xia Ping's father-Xia Chuan, profusely said.

Xia Ping's brows wrinkled. He knows his father is a government officer in the municipality, and the annual salary is around $80,000, whereas his mother also runs a small shop. Thus, the annual income of the family is around $1 million, but due to the house loan, school fees, and day-to-day expenditures, they are a little tight-fisted. Eating inferno war-hog meat could easily hurt their financial blueprint.

"Stop talking, go wash your hands, dinner is ready." Huang Lan set up the buffet, five dishes and soup; it looked ambrosial.

To see such a great buffet, Xia Ping could not help but worry; his usual penny-pincher dad had become so open-handed.

Xia Ping solemnly asked, "Dad, tell me straight, is this not our last meal in Tianshui city?" "We are in huge debt, right?" Xia Ping becomes sad, ancestor's said it right—a pack of cards is the devil's prayer book.

"Brat, What kind of nonsense are you talking about? Who has lost and is running away? Xia Chuan yelled angrily.

"Did we not lose our home in gambling?" Xia Ping inquired suspiciously.

Xia Chuan furiously said, "Brat, what nonsense are you speaking, I'm a dignified public officer; how can I make such silly mistakes?" Remember, it's true: A little gambling is soothing and relaxing, but heavy gambling can affect your mental health.

"Then why are we eating such a rich buffet today?" Xia Ping asked.

When Xia Chuan learns that his son is still skeptical of him, his face flushes with embarrassment. Well, it's not Xia Ping's fault; who asked Xia Chuan to be such a penny pincher to cover his embarrassment? Xia Chuan changed the topic to "Xia Ping, what are your thoughts about the future?" "Your teacher must have discussed this thing with you."

"I'm going to apply for the university," Xia Ping said nonchalantly.

Huang Lan was shocked: "Son, you're going to apply to the university!"

"F#*k, what nonsense are you talking about?" ghosted Xia Chuan.

Xia Ping's interest was piqued; in a situation like this, a normal parent would have been cheering up for their son's ambition, but looking at his parents' appalling faces, he could not help sighing.

Xia Chuan anxiously said, "Son, this is wrong and it's totally incorrect; it's a devil's whisper. Humph. What's the point of going to university? Miserably studying for four years and then working for a shitgrade wage Your father never wants you, his only son, to live a ruined life like this. I just want you to complete high school and then come work with me in the municipality. Don't look at me like this, I just like to keep a low profile, but with my deep connections, you will become a proud official. Then this region of Tianshui City will become our playground, ha-ha."

Xia Ping face palmed: "Dad, I will apply to university."

Xia Chuan angrily said, "You prodigal son."

"Well, stop talking, dinner is getting cold." "We'll consider this matter later on." Huang Lan interrupted the father and son's fight.

After dinner, Xia Ping went to his room, and Huang Lan smiled: "Pinger seems to be serious about this college thing, ah!"

Xia Chuan nonchalantly said: "It's puberty; with our son's talent, do you really believe any college will give him admission?"

Huang Lan could not help but sigh. She knows Xia Ping's talent is too weak, so getting admission into a university in the third grade is also a big hurdle for him.