“I don’t know much about the factory’s affairs. But Mom called me the other day and said the factory is planning to expand the production workshop. Apparently, they’re almost sold out,” Hao Zhenzhen said uncertainly. “The first batch of chili sauce wasn’t much, and the second batch won’t be ready for another half month. Mom said they’ll use the money to build a few larger fermentation pools.”
“Hehe, it’s good that the performance is good,” Hao Yunyang wasn’t too concerned about this and casually chatted about the factory before getting to the main point: “How’s your review going?”
“Last week, the teacher arranged a mock exam. The test papers were from last year,” Hao Zhenzhen thought and said, “The teacher said that based on my current grades, it might be difficult to get into a top-tier school.”
“Oh? So you can get into a first-tier university?” Hao Yunyang was overjoyed, laughing heartily, “Zhenzhen.”
“Ah?”
“How about a deal?”
“Okay, you say,” Hao Zhenzhen nodded.
“If you get into a first-tier university this time, I’ll buy you a modern sports car as a gift. If you get into a top-tier school, well, I’ll give you a Porsche sports car,” Hao Yunyang said with a smile.
“Wow!” Hao Zhenzhen was thrilled, not caring that she was still in school, and gave a loud, smacking kiss into the phone: “Brother, you’re the best!”
“Hao Zhenzhen, what are you doing?” Just as Hao Zhenzhen was talking to Hao Yunyang, her class teacher had somehow walked into the classroom. As soon as she entered, she heard Hao Zhenzhen’s loud smacking sound, and her expression immediately darkened.
“Oops,” hearing her class teacher’s voice, Hao Zhenzhen stuck out her tongue, said a few words, and then put away her phone: “Can’t talk now, my teacher is here.
“This girl” hung up the phone, and Hao Yunyang could only smile helplessly, casually tossing his mobile phone onto the passenger seat and driving towards the office building of Jiuxiao Network.
“What were you doing just now?” The class teacher, a woman in her forties with a slightly plump figure, wearing silver-rimmed glasses and holding a stack of textbooks, walked up to Hao Zhenzhen with an unpleasant expression: “Who were you talking to on the phone?”
