Back to the 70s: My Childhood Sweetheart Spoils Me Rotten-Chapter 747 - 749: The Pragmatic Child

Cai Meina looked at her daughter and son returning home, covered in dust. She couldn’t help but feel heartbroken.

"You guys, sigh." According to Cai Meina, just opening the market is enough; there’s no need to persist for so long.

Looking at her own kids, she felt like their skin had wrinkled a lot.

"Mom, I’m fine." Gong Ruini knew Cai Meina felt sorry for them, but through these days of sales, her elder brother had improved a lot.

Back then, when her brother saw strangers, he was definitely slow to warm up.

But now he can talk with them enthusiastically and passionately promote products.

Luckily, they had several unexpected sales drivers, absolutely exceeding the spring couplets sales target.

"Ni Zi, when are we splitting the money?" Zhao Guangran was so excited. After working hard for so long, it was all for this day; he couldn’t miss out on the money in the end.

"Split the money, split the money." Gong Ruini was also excited, "Once we split the money, we can go to the foreign goods store this afternoon."

Gong Ruini had prepared Foreign Exchange Certificates long ago; this time, they were going out to buy, buy, buy.

When it came to splitting the money, the little ones weren’t as excited, but going to the foreign goods store got everyone excited.

Even the toddler, Gong Ruzhi, was shouting, "Foreign goods store, foreign goods store."

In short, the more excited, the better. This made Gong Ruini reflect; it seemed like she hadn’t mistreated this little brother.

Every time they went to the foreign goods store, she would take him along. She wondered why he was always so excited; whatever, it’s not important. Splitting the money is important, and then they’ll shop at the foreign goods store.

They kept a daily record of income, and when she added today’s earnings, she was astounded, "We actually earned so much."

She knew the income was good; seeing a big bundle of money every day gave her an idea, but she hadn’t expected the net earnings after costs to be that much.

Most importantly, the profit from "Fu" characters was as good as the income from selling spring couplets.

If Gong Ruini hadn’t experienced it firsthand, she wouldn’t have believed it, "We should have just written ’Fu’ earlier."

Zhao Xuran agreed wholeheartedly, "Yes, yes."

"I must practice calligraphy well in the future. Wait until November, I’ll diligently write ’Fu’, otherwise we could earn even more."

Thinking of the money they hadn’t earned, Zhao Guangran really felt like hitting himself hard.

Practicing calligraphy just to make money writing ’Fu’, Gong Ruini was speechless. Luckily, Hua Miaozhu wasn’t around, otherwise she would really let him know why flowers are so red.

"Your expectations aren’t high," Zhao Xuran said, speechless.

Not high? "I wish they were high; I wish my calligraphy could sell for tens of thousands, but do you think it’s possible?" Zhao Guangran wasn’t unwilling to make money, but he knew his abilities.

He was a pragmatic kid. What could Zhao Xuran say? He couldn’t keep saying his brother lacked ambition; the truth was, this kid understood all too well.

"You should aim for more."

"Next year, we’ll raise the prices. My brother and Brother Xuran will be entering top high schools; the price should also go up." Since people want us to bless their kids for luck, why not?

"Raise prices?" Gong Ruwen was shocked. He had confidence in himself, but he really couldn’t guarantee that his calligraphy prices would rise.

"Yes, it’s necessary." Gong Ruini was quite the shrewd merchant, "And once you guys get into Jing University, it’ll be even more valuable."

Swallowing hard, his sister was too obsessed with money, Gong Ruwen really struggled to keep up, "That might not be very good."

"What’s wrong with that? Salaries are increasing; there’s no reason our calligraphy shouldn’t rise in price."

"Plus, after writing for a year, surely our calligraphy has improved a bit?" Gong Ruini was confident.

"Wouldn’t that mean we shouldn’t leave any calligraphy pieces?" Zhao Guangran was confused. If the art is getting better, shouldn’t they write less? "Famous calligraphers who write a lot aren’t valuable."

"Idiot." Never seen someone so diligently undermine her, "The ’Fu’ characters last for about a year, even if they keep them, how much can it be worth? We’re just writing ’Fu’ characters."

"Don’t worry, even if they save them, with so many ’Fu’ characters out there, they won’t sell for much." Gong Ruini didn’t think the Zhao family would produce any calligraphy famous person; in her previous life, no such person emerged, and this time, they were all set on the road to making money, leaving little time for practice.

After being familiarly scolded by Gong Ruini, Zhao Guangran quietly huddled on the side. Oh well, no choice, talking brings disaster.

"You seem not to be one of the focus high schoolers, you still have a couple of years." Zhao Xuran said, looking at the experienced Gong Ruini.

Yeah, yeah, they have just moved up to the seventh grade after September; they don’t count as focus high schoolers at all.

"We haven’t gone to a focus high school, only because our age hasn’t reached that point. But if we were to take the exams, do you think we wouldn’t pass?"

Seeing the proud Gong Ruini, Zhao Guangran felt a chill. No way, they couldn’t let her think about skipping grades. If she decided to skip sixth grade, Zhao Guangran could manage.

But skipping straight to ninth grade from seventh, Zhao Guangran truly felt he was doomed and would suffer all sorts of hardships, "Ni Zi, I’m not planning to skip grades anymore. If I were to skip again, I can’t guarantee being at the top of the grade."

Say he’s useless if you will, but he has to admit this fact.

Dumbfounded, Gong Ruini merely wanted to paint a big picture for Zhao Guangran and the others, but she hadn’t expected Zhao Guangran to get so anxious, worrying he wouldn’t achieve good grades.

Why did this kid think so much, "Rest assured, I won’t skip grades." 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

Gong Ruini wanted to skip, but the impact of last time seemed a bit much; to avoid drawing attention, low-key was the way to go.

Low-key, Zhao Guangran found Gong Ruini’s idea speechless too; only she in the world could shamelessly say such things.

"I also think we shouldn’t skip grades." Gong Ruwen also breathed a sigh of relief; for his sister, they were just skipping junior high. If he were to skip, it would be out of high school, and the pressure was enormous.

Gong Ruwen didn’t know if Zhao Xuran would feel the pressure, but he certainly found it not a small one; he didn’t want to fail to get into Jing University, then his past skipping would be a big joke, turned into a cautionary tale.

Watching the tense Gong Ruwen, Zhao Guangran laughed unkindly. What was he nervous about? There were plenty more nervous than him, like Brother Ruiwen.

"Since we’re not skipping, we have to strive for first or second in the grade." Hah, thinking not skipping is easy; it’ll tell you it makes things even tougher.

No way, Zhao Guangran was taken aback; why like this? "There are many with excellent grades."

He could barely maintain top five in his grade, and that was exhausting; getting into the top two—only someone like Gong Ruini might find that easy.

Won’t do it? Gong Ruini didn’t expect Zhao Guangran to agree, shifting her gaze to Zhao Xuran.

As long as Gong Ruini wasn’t skipping grades, Zhao Xuran wouldn’t object, especially when it was his brother who had the bad luck.

"No pressure on you then."

No pressure, Zhao Guangran cried; he might as well skip grades, even with his brother under pressure, then at least not just him having the bad luck. But now, could he change his mind?

He could only swallow the frustration silently.