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Chapter 1155 Breaking the Shackles

"Dad, why don't we go back?" A boy in his fifteenth or sixteenth year lowered his head and was reluctantly held by a middle-aged man's arm.

At first glance, the middle-aged man looked in his fifties, but upon closer inspection, he was about forty years old. He was wearing old clothes, but they were washed clean. In response to his son's shrinkage, he used a little more force on his hands, "What are you afraid of now if you are embarrassed?

, Just don’t be embarrassed in the future. Otherwise, you will be embarrassed like your father and me for the rest of your life."

The father and son stood in a queue and moved slowly, waiting to see the staff in front. The honest middle-aged man showed the most humble smile and said: "I heard that this school has free admission quota..."

People in front of and behind the team looked at the father and son with strange eyes. The staff did not wait for the other party to finish speaking, and impatiently pulled out a registration form, "Fill in the information and go to the room on the left for testing. But don't hug me."

There is too much hope, only those with high IQs will be admitted for free."

"Thank you, thank you." The middle-aged man thanked him repeatedly, filled out the registration form and went to take the test.

Before the father and son could walk far away, the sarcastic words from around them spread out.

"Another wishful thinking. Are there so many people with high IQs these days?"

"Looking at that kid's shrinking head, he doesn't look like a smart person, and his father has no chance of inheriting it."

"If all these guys have high IQs, then why are we spending money to buy houses and get degrees? Some people just can't see the reality clearly."

The fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy's head drooped even more after being stimulated by these words, and he almost turned around and ran away. However, his father forced him to pull him closer to the testing room. The people in the queue were trying to keep the discussion heated, and some people laughed softly.

: "Maybe other people's children can become successful? There is no label for high IQ."

However, less than half an hour later, both father and son walked out dejectedly like eggplants beaten by frost. Behind them was a foreigner who comforted them and said in half-baked Chinese: "Don't be discouraged, you have other ways to work hard."

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It's okay not to say this comfort, but it's as uncomfortable as a needle pricking the heart. The father and son's heavy steps were like lead, and when they left, they had to accept all kinds of whispered jokes and mocking looks from other people in the queue.

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"Dad, that's true of you. I've told you a long time ago that I don't have a high IQ, but you still insist on dragging me here. If you can't go to this school, just don't go. I can study well when I go back." The boy was still low-spirited.

He shook his head and his face was hot. He couldn't stand the excitement and even started to blame his father.

"I know what the crappy school you are studying in is like. I don't want you to go out into society after a few years without learning anything. You can't just hang around for a lifetime. I hope you can go to college and have a good life."

Work decently and marry a good wife."

The father and son said a few words before losing the energy to continue talking. The only way for the lower class of society to break their shackles is to send a child to study. But now the competition for studying is fierce, and even studying is difficult without good economic conditions.

After breaking away from the crowd, the father and son walked back along the road with their heads hanging down. They really didn't know what to do. They couldn't find the direction of their efforts no matter how hard they tried. This was the despair at the bottom.

Just as the father and son were about to catch the bus home, suddenly a sign for a construction site on the roadside attracted the middle-aged man's attention. He quickly asked the person behind the sign, and after a moment he shouted happily to his son.

"Son, I found a job. The basic salary is more than 3,000, plus overtime pay. Radiation Trading has established a real estate subsidiary and wants to set up its own construction team. I told the recruiter that I can do everything, and they let me

Be a little foreman."

Facing his father's ecstasy, the young man also giggled. But the middle-aged man quickly gritted his teeth and said, "Let's go back, and we'll buy a house and go to school."

The young man immediately asked: "Dad, where will we get the money to buy a house?"

"We still have more than 40,000 yuan at home. I also borrowed 20,000 yuan from your uncle, which should be enough for the down payment." The middle-aged man obviously spent all his money.

"But isn't that money going to be used for mom's medical treatment?" the young man said weakly.

The middle-aged man's tone also dropped, but he still said firmly: "I will go home and tell your mother that she will take her time to treat the disease. I believe your mother will agree.

The people in the construction team also told me that as long as I am willing to work and work well, I might be able to earn six to seven thousand or even tens of thousands a month. People now say that Wasteland Trading is a good employer and their boss is very generous in his work.

Don’t treat people badly.”

Tears burst out of the boy's eyes instantly. The middle-aged man reached out and patted his son on the back and said lightly, "Don't cry, you will be laughed at." The father and son once again held hands and walked toward the school. This time, they held their heads high.

He came back with his chest out, which also made everyone look at him.

When the middle-aged man returned to the work desk where the admission application was processed, the staff member who had just met them said impatiently: "You can only apply for free admission once, how can you come here repeatedly to cause trouble?"

But this time the middle-aged man straightened his chest and said in a neither arrogant nor humble voice: "Please give me an application form for buying a house and enrolling in school. We are willing to spend money to send our children to school."

Behind the middle-aged man, the young man no longer lowered his head. It was just that his neck was a little stiff, but he kept his head held high.

Applying for admission is a one-stop service. In addition to the school and real estate, there are also bank personnel responsible for mortgage loans.

The middle-aged man handed over his family status, savings status, annual income status and the construction team work certificate he had just applied for, and a young girl was responsible for reviewing them.

"Uncle, you are taking the right step." The young girl said with a smile.

"What? What went right?" The middle-aged man was confused.

"Go find a job in the construction team. Not many people know about it now, so you have a head start. Our bank is willing to provide loans to employees of 'Wasteland Trading', and the interest can be discounted. Because their income is high and stable,

I have done several of them today, and the supervisor approved them all in one go."

The young girl's words made the middle-aged man smile with joy, as if he had found a treasure while walking. The girl continued: "It is the right thing to do everything possible to send your children to Radiation Middle School. Even though many people are scolding you now,

But this school is really good.

I don’t know how the teachers in this school teach? My cousin didn’t like to study in the past. But just two months after entering, his academic performance has skyrocketed and his body has become much stronger. Now his mother posts it in the circle of friends every day.

I’m so proud of my son’s photo.”

The girl's words made the middle-aged man smile from ear to ear. But after he smiled, he turned around and slapped his son on the head. His fatherly look disappeared immediately, and he lectured with a straight face: "You must study hard when you enter school.

, If your grades are not good, I won’t beat you to death.”

When the young girl heard this, she immediately smiled sweetly and slyly at the young man and said, "You must study hard!"

Looking at the beautiful face of the eldest sister in front of him, the boy's face turned red from laughter, and his heartbeat beat several times. He thought to himself: If he can marry such a beautiful sister while studying, he really needs to study hard.


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