Being a wise man, I am serious

Chapter 283
"Well, that's right. When you succeed, there will definitely be no shortage of women, and you won't care if you don't." Qin Xiong nodded.

"Boss, do you think so too?" Jiang Ren asked in surprise after hearing this.

"Of course, the premise is that you have to be successful. If you have not succeeded or become a god by the age of fifty, even if you have money by then, no woman will sincerely follow you. Just think clearly." Qin Xiong.

Hearing this, Jiang Ren's face collapsed, and he said, "I also know that it is very difficult for someone with my qualifications to succeed."

"So, you should cherish the happiness you get sometimes. If you don't want to cherish it, you will be a bachelor for the rest of your life, and don't regret it." Qin Xiong.

"Am I that bad? Without her, is there really no one to want?" Jiang Ren said gloomily.

"Haven't you always been like this before? Don't say anything else, think carefully about what you have? Youth? Wealth? Talent? Or parents and relatives who can help you?" Qin Xiong.

Although what Qin Xiong said was straightforward, Jiang Ren knew that what he said was the truth.

Thinking about it this way, the young Feng Xiaoman is willing to have a date with him, and he is indeed a high-ranking man.

"Boss, do you mean that I should take it easy?" Jiang Ren asked.

"Look at yourself, one person has a life, two people have a life, love and marriage are two completely different concepts, the former can be relaxed, and the latter is responsible for a lifetime, it is normal for people to have worries and hesitation .” Qin Xiong.

"Well, I'll think about it. However, if I get married, I hope it will be a lifetime thing. I would rather not start a marriage that is doomed to divorce." Jiang Ren went downstairs directly after finishing speaking.

"Ideals are full, but reality is often skinny. Marriage and life are more often a series of compromises. Those who can always control their own destiny are rare." Qin Xiong looked at Jiang Ren's back and could only secretly Good luck to him.

Later, Jiang Yingrong called.

"Yiyi misses you, I hope you will come to accompany her at night."

"Did you not call Xiaoya?" Qin Xiong asked.

"She said you haven't told her a bedtime story for a long time, do you not want her anymore?" Jiang Yingrong asked.

"You little fool, how is that possible? I'll be right there!" After Qin Xiong finished speaking, he hung up the phone and rushed to the school district room.

Because Qin Xiong came over, Jiang Yingrong left him here and went to the second bedroom by herself.

"What story do you want to hear today? Dad will tell you." Qin Xiong carried his daughter to the bed and lay down with her.

"Father, I hope our family can be like before..." Qin Weiyi was silent for a while before saying cautiously.

"Haven't we always been like this?" Qin Xiong asked back.

"Although you and mother are very kind to me now, you are not good to mother." Qin Weiyi was a little aggrieved when she said this.

"Mom complained to you?" Qin Xiong asked.

"No, I can tell that mom is not as happy as before..." Qin Weiyi.

"Then you sometimes have to consider Dad's feelings. I also hope that I can live a happier and more relaxed life, understand?" Qin Xiong said gently.

Qin Weiyi fell silent for a moment.

"Well, in this life, not everything can be perfect. It is also a kind of happiness that you can enjoy material conditions that are superior to ordinary children. Many parents of children live very tiredly, and their children also live very tiredly. ..." Qin Xiong comforted.

"I know that there is a child in the class whose father is seriously ill, and the teacher even called on everyone to donate to her." Qin Weiyi said.

"Is there such a thing? Why have you never told me?" Qin Xiong asked.

"My mother gave me a thousand yesterday and asked me to donate it to the teacher." Qin Weiyi said.

"Okay." Qin Xiong nodded.

Afterwards, he began to tell Qin Weiyi bedtime stories, some of which he had read, and some of which were purely made up now. Children's brain circuits are limited, so it doesn't need to be complicated to coax her to be very happy.

After the child fell asleep, Qin Xiong asked the teacher directly on WeChat: "Teacher, has the kindergarten organized donations recently?"

"Yes, Yiyi's mother has already donated. There is one thousand, and most parents have one or two hundred. Of course, no matter how much love is, thank you for your support."

"I just found out, so how about I donate another [-] yuan, preferably anonymously, okay?" Qin Xiong asked.

"Ah? Thank you for your love, but at present, all donations, no matter how much, are all in real names. I have to ask the principal for instructions." The teacher replied.

"I don't want to be famous for such a trivial matter, and I don't want the media to hype it up. You know, my occupation and identity are somewhat special." Qin Xiong said.

"I know... wait a minute."

After a while, the teacher replied: "Donations can be accepted, and the real-name system is still required, but this list is only known within the school and will not be released to the public. Do you think it will work?"

"Yes." Qin Xiong.

Afterwards, Qin Xiong transferred [-] yuan to the teacher, and the teacher quickly sent a screenshot, reminding her that the donation had been transferred to the corresponding love account.

"On behalf of the students' parents and the kindergarten, I would like to thank you for your generous love." The teacher said gratefully.

"You're being polite, I just did what I can." Qin Xiong replied.

After the donation was over, Qin Xiong thought about it, and made some appropriate donations on the public welfare platform on WeChat.

He did these things neither for fame nor for peace of mind, but to help those who are still in suffering when he has the energy to spare.

Although his personal ability is limited, being able to send a little warmth is also a gratitude and gift to this society. Compared with before, he has gained a lot now.

If you are poor, you will be good for yourself, and if you are rich, you will benefit the world. He has always admired this sentence.

After dawn, Jiang Yingrong had already prepared breakfast for the two of them.

Qin Xiong accompanied the child to finish breakfast, and seeing Jiang Yingrong was about to send her to school, he immediately said, "I'll see her off today, you should take a good rest, you have worked hard lately."

Jiang Yingrong listened, and said with a smile: "Who told you to pay a generous salary? These are all my duties. If you really feel uneasy, give me a chapter to push..."

"Okay, no problem. When I update it tomorrow, I will help recommend your book. Don't tell other people. If everyone in the writer's village comes to me and asks for chapters, I will be very embarrassed." Qin Xiong reminded.

"Understood, I won't cause you any trouble." Jiang Yingrong smiled knowingly.

With Qin Xiong's current popularity, which is no less than that of a first-line master, with his chapter tweets, it is absolutely appropriate to increase his favorites by several thousand.

When Qin Xiong sent Qin Weiyi to the kindergarten, the teacher saw that the deity came over today, and said quickly, "Secretary Qin, long time no see. If it's convenient, can you take a photo with us?"

"Um, isn't this a bit too exaggerated?" Qin Xiong said awkwardly.

"It's not an exaggeration. It's rare to see it in normal times. It will be even more difficult in the future. My niece still chases your books every day." The teacher laughed.

"Readers are our food and clothing parents, thank her." Qin Xiong.

When I took a photo with the teacher, the principal of the kindergarten also came after hearing the news. First, he thanked him for his donation last night, and at the same time invited him to take a photo with the leaders of the kindergarten in front of the gate, hoping to take this opportunity to increase the popularity of the kindergarten in the city. .

Qin Xiong did not refuse these requests that were not excessive, but he just hoped that they would not use the group photo for commercial purposes, and not let the outside world know that their children were studying here, so as to avoid causing unnecessary trouble.

After leaving the kindergarten, Qin Xiong also gradually realized the difficulty of being a star. On the one hand, he needs to take responsibility for himself and do a good job in positive orientation;

Back in the Writer's Village, except for the new writers who just arrived, who would occasionally ask him to take a photo, most of them are already used to it, and they just say hello warmly and continue to work on their own affairs.

The days went by so smoothly, and suddenly one day, a middle-aged woman came to the door with a basket of local eggs, and bluntly said that she wanted to see him.

Under Tang Qingya's scrutinizing eyes, Qin Xiong calmly invited her to the reception room on the third floor.

"Father Yiyi, I came here to thank you specially today. The child's father has already completed the operation and was discharged from the hospital. Thank you..."

(End of this chapter)