Son of a hero?
Tiger moms didn’t spawn dog-like sons?
Alright. Qin Jiao could accept Meng Fan’s arrogant statement as it seemed to be the only explanation that made sense.
After all, his mom was a master of Chinse painting, and he also had a father who not only could draw architectural documents but also possessed a sense of beauty that defeated most of the fathers of other artists.
Scientifically speaking, genetics didn’t just determine one’s origins but also a lot of other things.
These ‘things’ might not decide one’s life, but there were many among them that others couldn’t gain through hard work.
Wasn’t there a common saying that said: “When most people’s efforts are low, one does not need to use their talent.” It sounds like a bowl of chicken soup for the soul, but it was actually a bit poisonous. Only the people who had really worked hard knew how important talent was since a little bit of talent could rival a lot of effort.
If a person wanted to stand out, hard work was enough. If a person wanted to be at the top, a person had to work hard, and he or she needed talent as well.
Of course, it was impossible to climb to the top if one only relied on talent and didn’t put in work at all.
Unless… one’s talent was one’s face!
To Qin Jiao, Meng Fan indeed had been an individual who did not work hard and got by on his talent. Alright, even if he didn’t work hard, he was still at the top of the class. If he put even a little bit of effort, he could master several fields of design. Now that he actually worked hard, the halo of ‘talent’ was really magnified.
As for Meng Fan’s work ethic, Qin Jiao had experienced it firsthand.
“Okay okay okay. You’re a genius!” Qin Jiao was very good at changing the topic. “Then, genius student, does your sister and I get dividends for finding you all that poster drawing work under the names of our studios?”
“Now that you mention it, I almost forgot.”
Meng Fan hung up Qin Jiao’s call and sent her a red pocket.
Qin Jiao opened it and immediately sent him a middle finger emoji. “Is one cent appropriate?!”
Meng Fan bellowed with laughter and transferred another amount.
This time, Qin Jiao was stunned. One hundred thousand!
Qin Jiao was a bit unresponsive. “This much? Did your account get hacked?”
“You’ve got a strong imagination. Who would hack me and give you so much money!? It’s not for you. Didn’t you say you entered some charity event that brought art classes to children in rural areas? This is a donation from me.”
Qin Jiao did not understand. “Didn’t you say you needed money?”
Meng Fan explained very seriously, “I need money, so I wanted to find some work to make some. Now that I earned some, I don’t know how to spend it, so I’ll just donate it.”
Qin Jiao was stunned for a while. She still hadn’t come around. “Your logic is making me dizzy!”
Once she returned to reality, Meng Fan sent the money and responded to Qin Jiao, “I’m a genius after all. The logic of a genius can’t be so easily understood by the likes of you.”
Qin Jiao wanted to curse him but thought for a while without coming up with any appropriate slurs. She was completely caught up in Meng Fan’s inexplicable logic.
“Ding!”
Because of the successful donation of 100,000 HXB, he had completed the second task for [Wealth Distribution Cherub], earning him +100 points as a reward.
He had collected 190,000 HXB now for [Wealth Distribution Cherub] and was only 310,000 away from completing task phase 3, which was 500,000, and 810,000 away from the final goal.
Meng Fan did not think much about this task before, but he had put it on his agenda after he gained the ability to make money.
Although the scope of the wealth distribution was very wide and he could be as big shot as he wanted, Meng Fan still thought it was better to put a little thought into it.
Meng Fan could think of three ways. One was to help people that needed it themselves. The second was for charity, and another was to amuse himself.
It was like before when he had hosted the “Stream procurement” during the sports meet purely for his own satisfaction. However, the rewards he received this time from the fickle netizens had exceeded what he spent on the gifts.
After getting off the car, he ate at the school cafeteria since Chen Da Qiang had mentioned that today’s braised beef and radishes tasted really good.
Coincidentally after eating, he scrolled passed a hot topic on Weibo.
The article started out exposing a primary school for cutting corners on their lunches, causing a hot discussion on Weibo. There were all kinds of angry commenters, but among the heated atmosphere was a wholesome content.
The comment was about the Ganhai elementary school in the Ma Li district of De Xuan county. The school was in a poor area but had registered for a free lunch program. They had been doing this for five years up until now, and the Weibo account would post day-to-day introductions of the lunches at noon, including photos of all the dishes and a recording of the expenditures.
The account had been doing this for the last five years and under almost zero attention. Until today.
Even if one didn’t compare it to the school that had cut corners, it was still a very moving thing. Then someone found several other Weibo accounts that had also signed up for the free lunch program.
Meng Fan had some understanding regarding the free lunch program, so he found these schools through Weibo. He wanted to donate to them each separately, but the procedure was too troublesome, so he ended up donating 100,000 HXB to the charity organization in charge.
He donated and browsed on Weibo while eating his radish and sirloin; the taste was almost too good. He had eaten away 100,000 HXB in one meal!
In the afternoon, Meng Fan wanted to go out with Wu Tong. He called her and asked what her plans were. Wu Tong responded she had to catch up to a manuscript. Meng Fan heard this and immediately said,
“What a coincidence, me too.”
He hurried back to the dorm. He picked up his art tube and headed for the studio.
There were quite a lot of people in the studio over the weekend. After all, there was no shortage of talented people or hard-working ones. Of course, there were also many people who were both hard-working and talented.
“You haven’t been to the studio in a while.”
Ms. Chen Fu, the studio administrator who had been sitting in his usual spot, looked up when Meng Fan had just reached the door. It wasn’t like her meditation had not been serious, but Meng Fan’s presence was way too strong.
Meng Fan scratched his head, not knowing how to respond.
Chen Fu sucked in her cheeks and pointed her lips toward a corner of the room. “You came for the people, right?”
Meng Fan put his hands together. “Your eyes are getting old.”
“Yeah right, I still have eyes.” Chen Fu smiled. “Last time I thought the cute girl with freckles was the subject of your pursuit, but who knew, kid? You’ve set your target quite high to be chasing after the Chinese painting department’s beauty.” She lowered her voice and pointed Meng Fan toward a path of light. “I heard that Wu Tong’s favorite person is your mother.”
Meng Fan’s head throbbed upon hearing this. He could only respond with an idiotic smile and headed over to sit next to Wu Tong.
Wu Tong looked at Meng Fan and whispered, “Professor Chen knows you?”
Meng Fan nodded and said half truthfully, “She saw me when I was little.”
They remained in the studio for the afternoon and shared dinner together before returning to continue drawing. Wu Tong was really rushing a deadline and Meng Fan… although he wasn’t pushing a deadline, he really did have many projects to work on.
The next day at around 8:00 am, Meng Fan arrived at the competition venue.
The competition procedures for the city preliminaries of the CGL basketball tournament was not as simple as last time. It was divided into three categories: single-player, men’s doubles, and mixed doubles. To complete all the competitions in a day, the schedule had been packed very tightly, beginning at 9:00 am.
The first to start was the first round of male singles. There were several places to advance into the city-wide tournament. There were 30 people in total that were divided into three groups. They took turns tossing three rounds each, and the top 12 players with the highest scores would advance into the second round.
When Meng Fan arrived… well, Qu Jing Jing and her crew were already there. And this time, instead of four, there were almost a dozen of them.
What surprised him even more was that Wu Tong was there too!
Son of a hero?
Tiger moms didn’t spawn dog-like sons?
Alright. Qin Jiao could accept Meng Fan’s arrogant statement as it seemed to be the only explanation that made sense.
After all, his mom was a master of Chinse painting, and he also had a father who not only could draw architectural documents but also possessed a sense of beauty that defeated most of the fathers of other artists.
Scientifically speaking, genetics didn’t just determine one’s origins but also a lot of other things.
These ‘things’ might not decide one’s life, but there were many among them that others couldn’t gain through hard work.
Wasn’t there a common saying that said: “When most people’s efforts are low, one does not need to use their talent.” It sounds like a bowl of chicken soup for the soul, but it was actually a bit poisonous. Only the people who had really worked hard knew how important talent was since a little bit of talent could rival a lot of effort.
If a person wanted to stand out, hard work was enough. If a person wanted to be at the top, a person had to work hard, and he or she needed talent as well.
Of course, it was impossible to climb to the top if one only relied on talent and didn’t put in work at all.
Unless… one’s talent was one’s face!
To Qin Jiao, Meng Fan indeed had been an individual who did not work hard and got by on his talent. Alright, even if he didn’t work hard, he was still at the top of the class. If he put even a little bit of effort, he could master several fields of design. Now that he actually worked hard, the halo of ‘talent’ was really magnified.
As for Meng Fan’s work ethic, Qin Jiao had experienced it firsthand.
“Okay okay okay. You’re a genius!” Qin Jiao was very good at changing the topic. “Then, genius student, does your sister and I get dividends for finding you all that poster drawing work under the names of our studios?”
“Now that you mention it, I almost forgot.”
Meng Fan hung up Qin Jiao’s call and sent her a red pocket.
Qin Jiao opened it and immediately sent him a middle finger emoji. “Is one cent appropriate?!”
Meng Fan bellowed with laughter and transferred another amount.
This time, Qin Jiao was stunned. One hundred thousand!
Qin Jiao was a bit unresponsive. “This much? Did your account get hacked?”
“You’ve got a strong imagination. Who would hack me and give you so much money!? It’s not for you. Didn’t you say you entered some charity event that brought art classes to children in rural areas? This is a donation from me.”
Qin Jiao did not understand. “Didn’t you say you needed money?”
Meng Fan explained very seriously, “I need money, so I wanted to find some work to make some. Now that I earned some, I don’t know how to spend it, so I’ll just donate it.”
Qin Jiao was stunned for a while. She still hadn’t come around. “Your logic is making me dizzy!”
Once she returned to reality, Meng Fan sent the money and responded to Qin Jiao, “I’m a genius after all. The logic of a genius can’t be so easily understood by the likes of you.”
Qin Jiao wanted to curse him but thought for a while without coming up with any appropriate slurs. She was completely caught up in Meng Fan’s inexplicable logic.
“Ding!”
Because of the successful donation of 100,000 HXB, he had completed the second task for [Wealth Distribution Cherub], earning him +100 points as a reward.
He had collected 190,000 HXB now for [Wealth Distribution Cherub] and was only 310,000 away from completing task phase 3, which was 500,000, and 810,000 away from the final goal.
Meng Fan did not think much about this task before, but he had put it on his agenda after he gained the ability to make money.
Although the scope of the wealth distribution was very wide and he could be as big shot as he wanted, Meng Fan still thought it was better to put a little thought into it.
Meng Fan could think of three ways. One was to help people that needed it themselves. The second was for charity, and another was to amuse himself.
It was like before when he had hosted the “Stream procurement” during the sports meet purely for his own satisfaction. However, the rewards he received this time from the fickle netizens had exceeded what he spent on the gifts.
After getting off the car, he ate at the school cafeteria since Chen Da Qiang had mentioned that today’s braised beef and radishes tasted really good.
Coincidentally after eating, he scrolled passed a hot topic on Weibo.
The article started out exposing a primary school for cutting corners on their lunches, causing a hot discussion on Weibo. There were all kinds of angry commenters, but among the heated atmosphere was a wholesome content.
The comment was about the Ganhai elementary school in the Ma Li district of De Xuan county. The school was in a poor area but had registered for a free lunch program. They had been doing this for five years up until now, and the Weibo account would post day-to-day introductions of the lunches at noon, including photos of all the dishes and a recording of the expenditures.
The account had been doing this for the last five years and under almost zero attention. Until today.
Even if one didn’t compare it to the school that had cut corners, it was still a very moving thing. Then someone found several other Weibo accounts that had also signed up for the free lunch program.
Meng Fan had some understanding regarding the free lunch program, so he found these schools through Weibo. He wanted to donate to them each separately, but the procedure was too troublesome, so he ended up donating 100,000 HXB to the charity organization in charge.
He donated and browsed on Weibo while eating his radish and sirloin; the taste was almost too good. He had eaten away 100,000 HXB in one meal!
In the afternoon, Meng Fan wanted to go out with Wu Tong. He called her and asked what her plans were. Wu Tong responded she had to catch up to a manuscript. Meng Fan heard this and immediately said,
“What a coincidence, me too.”
He hurried back to the dorm. He picked up his art tube and headed for the studio.
There were quite a lot of people in the studio over the weekend. After all, there was no shortage of talented people or hard-working ones. Of course, there were also many people who were both hard-working and talented.
“You haven’t been to the studio in a while.”
Ms. Chen Fu, the studio administrator who had been sitting in his usual spot, looked up when Meng Fan had just reached the door. It wasn’t like her meditation had not been serious, but Meng Fan’s presence was way too strong.
Meng Fan scratched his head, not knowing how to respond.
Chen Fu sucked in her cheeks and pointed her lips toward a corner of the room. “You came for the people, right?”
Meng Fan put his hands together. “Your eyes are getting old.”
“Yeah right, I still have eyes.” Chen Fu smiled. “Last time I thought the cute girl with freckles was the subject of your pursuit, but who knew, kid? You’ve set your target quite high to be chasing after the Chinese painting department’s beauty.” She lowered her voice and pointed Meng Fan toward a path of light. “I heard that Wu Tong’s favorite person is your mother.”
Meng Fan’s head throbbed upon hearing this. He could only respond with an idiotic smile and headed over to sit next to Wu Tong.
Wu Tong looked at Meng Fan and whispered, “Professor Chen knows you?”
Meng Fan nodded and said half truthfully, “She saw me when I was little.”
They remained in the studio for the afternoon and shared dinner together before returning to continue drawing. Wu Tong was really rushing a deadline and Meng Fan… although he wasn’t pushing a deadline, he really did have many projects to work on.
The next day at around 8:00 am, Meng Fan arrived at the competition venue.
The competition procedures for the city preliminaries of the CGL basketball tournament was not as simple as last time. It was divided into three categories: single-player, men’s doubles, and mixed doubles. To complete all the competitions in a day, the schedule had been packed very tightly, beginning at 9:00 am.
The first to start was the first round of male singles. There were several places to advance into the city-wide tournament. There were 30 people in total that were divided into three groups. They took turns tossing three rounds each, and the top 12 players with the highest scores would advance into the second round.
When Meng Fan arrived… well, Qu Jing Jing and her crew were already there. And this time, instead of four, there were almost a dozen of them.
What surprised him even more was that Wu Tong was there too!
