CHAPTER 492: CHAPTER 194: 100% OVERCLOCKING AND 100% INNER STRENGTH! (PART 2)

Xiaotang shook his head, "I want to study well... I don’t want to..."

"Eh..."

Hearing his son say he didn’t want to, the curator also felt helpless and said to Master Wang, "Master Wang, I know these little things can delay a child’s progress, but if he can’t learn now, his limit is already here.

Letting him help the family earlier and share some responsibilities, is that wrong?

Does it have to be me to call the shots? Don’t I want to go further too?

You and my son are both too selfish, always talking nonsense.

Besides, with such resources, he can live better as well.

You must know, I’m already over fifty, not young anymore.

Even if something happens to me in the future, he can still manage himself."

"The more you talk, the more off you get." Master Wang spat several times, "I’m sixty and haven’t planned out anything, and you’re arranging your affairs at fifty?

With our current medical level and extraordinary level, talk about it when you’re eighty."

"Dad..." Hearing his father’s words and seeing the white hair at his temples, Xiaotang also felt very sad and leaned next to the curator, "I’ll go to work with you tomorrow to help share the family’s burdens."

"What work?"

Just as Xiaotang finished speaking.

A voice suddenly came from outside the house.

The voice was also very strange, clearly speaking from outside, yet it felt like it was sounding in the room.

But regardless, when Master Wang and the curator heard this voice, they were both overjoyed.

Master Wang even turned around and took a step to cross the ten meters to open the door.

"I heard you guys arguing from downstairs."

Zhang Feng walked into the room, pointing at the open window in their living room, "I wasn’t eavesdropping with Spiritual Sense, just using the normal human functions of a 40 Constitution, along with you living on the second floor.

There are plenty of experts in our community; they could all hear."

"I was too anxious." The curator saw Zhang Feng appear and got up to make tea.

"Zhang... Mr. Zhang..." Xiaotang was stunned to see Zhang Feng, whom he’d only ever seen on TV or in the news.

Although he knew his father knew the ’pioneer’ and had a good relationship with the pioneer.

But today was the first time he remembered seeing him.

This excited feeling left him unsure of how to express himself.

However, under good and strict family discipline, he didn’t shout loudly.

"Xiaotang?"

Zhang Feng sat on the sofa, looked toward the excited boy, and waved with a smile, signaling him to sit down as well,

"When I used to visit your house, you were very young, and I even held you."

"He was only three years old then." The curator brought freshly washed teacups from the kitchen, "How could he remember."

"Hmm, should’ve taken a picture." Zhang Feng looked at Master Wang sitting beside him, "Come to think of it, we don’t have a group photo either.

Since I’m here today, I’ll contact Dr. Wu and the others.

Let’s gather when they aren’t busy at noon."

"They’ll definitely come at the drop of a hat." Master Wang laughed: "Old Wu under Master Zhang’s ’guidance’ is now retired, no one dares to employ him, fearing it would interfere with his Visualization Cultivation.

And Xiaoli has become quite something; since getting into fishing last year, he’s left the factory to his wife and kids.

He’s been living freely, going fishing in the countryside, calling us every few days."

"Sounds great." Zhang Feng, upon hearing this, wanted to fish too but turned to the curator and said, "About what you said regarding letting the kid work at the martial arts gym, I don’t think it’s viable.

If you feel tired, I can arrange for a few reliable professional helpers for you, folks from the official side.

But you need to manage their extraordinary resources, spiritual stone cultivation resources, which is quite a big expense."

"This..." The curator, upon hearing this, was a bit embarrassed and said, "Actually, I’ve gotten used to being tired. Letting the kid go is mainly to let him experience that it’s not easy for us.

Of course, if he could take over, it would be good, as it would give him a path, and I wouldn’t have to worry anymore.

Then I could also spare some time to manage other things.

My wife is currently managing private martial arts gyms in three provinces. I feel for her and want to help share some of the burden."

"Let’s arrange for people then." Zhang Feng made the decision, "Part of the salary from the data center will serve as support.

You contribute part of the salary too, showing sincerity.

Certainly, as you mentioned, you ’supervisors’ really do have too much pressure.

So much that, during work, you still have the mind to come home and lecture your child."

"Uh..." The curator’s hand, which was brewing tea, paused for a moment.

"Hahaha!" Master Wang directly laughed and said to Zhang Feng: "Dr. Wu and the others are already here."

He then looked at Xiaotang, who was trying hard to hold back his laughter, unexpectedly finding this little fellow could call for ’mediators’.

Of course, Dr. Wu and Xiaoli didn’t sell out Xiaotang, nor did they say it was Xiaotang who asked them to come.

But they’re all adults, and nobody’s a fool, so naturally, they can understand.

"And about Xiaotang’s matter."

Zhang Feng continued with his words, "I’ll have someone arrange it later, recruit one more person this year, and it won’t take up others’ slots."

"Master Zhang!" The curator, upon hearing this, felt extremely grateful but still struggled a bit, "Will it affect you in any way..."

"What affect or not affect, those are useless words." Zhang Feng shook his head, "The people I arrange won’t speak of any such thing as an impact.

If anyone’s unhappy, let them come to me."

Zhang Feng said and then reminded, "Regarding the extra tuition fees and resources, you need to make up the full amount.

Between us friends, let’s speak plainly—on the child’s growth path, you need to have a bit of involvement."

"That’s a minor issue." Seeing that Master Zhang had made the decision, the curator agreed without hesitation.