Beining University, whose name is just the reverse of Ningbei, is not only very famous in future generations but also extremely strong in foreign language programs.
Not to mention the future, even now, Beining University weights foreign language scores by 60 percent in the total score, completely different from other schools that only require 30 percent.
The school Xu Nianhua most wanted to attend was this one.
"Sis, when did you become such a smooth talker? That’s really impressive."
"You spoke so well, I felt all fired up."
Xu Nian’an looked at Xu Nianhua with a proud face. His little sister was just that outstanding, making him feel a great amount of pressure as her brother!
"Especially that phrase, ’Without hardship, there’s no flavor; without striving, senior year is in vain.’ How did you come up with it?" Xu Nian’an asked Xu Nianhua curiously, finding the phrase extremely uplifting.
Xu Nianhua thought, did she copy it from the future?
Touching her nose, she said, "At that moment... A lightbulb went off, and I thought of it. Second Brother, are we going to the factory today to check it out?"
"I wonder if they’re doing well in South City." Xu Nian’an thought of Pei Yicheng, who went to South City for his leg treatment, and those two thousand bottles of chili sauce.
It wasn’t just Xu Nian’an who was anxious; Ji Ying and Zhou He, mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, were also nervously wondering whether the expensive chili sauce would actually sell.
"Grandpa, don’t worry, I won’t be discouraged. My leg has been injured for so long; I’m not in a hurry at this very moment." Pei Yicheng’s mindset, aside from some initial despair, had become quite positive.
His leg, which was initially declared incurable, now, after more than half a year, had such results that could have been anticipated.
As long as he didn’t give up, he would stand up again one day.
"Good, that’s my grandson." Dr. Du was very happy that Pei Yicheng had such a positive attitude. He didn’t continue to discuss the leg issue but inquired about the chili sauce instead.
He was aware of his grandson’s chili sauce venture with the Xu family.
Before Pei Yicheng could reply, Cheng Hao already couldn’t contain his excitement, saying, "Grandpa, we’ve sold all two thousand bottles of chili sauce!"
Just these two thousand bottles of chili sauce managed to bring in eight thousand seven hundred and fifty yuan!
With just over a thousand more yuan, it would be ten thousand yuan.
Ten thousand yuan, in 1979, that was a substantial amount of money!
They earned it in just a few days’ time; Cheng Hao deeply felt that sticking with Brother Cheng would pay off.
"All sold out?" Du Chang pondered the two thousand bottles of chili sauce, not a small number, and they all sold out?
Cheng Hao, with pride, shared how he managed to sell one thousand bottles of chili sauce, and at the same time, how the remaining bottles of sauce were all taken by that Boss Ling.
"Boss Ling sure has some boldness," Du Chang remarked, thinking that the chili sauce indeed had a great flavor, particularly when added to noodles in the morning, making the noodles even more delicious.
"Indeed," agreed Cheng Hao.
Cheng Hao couldn’t wait to go to the factory and share the good news with everyone. Pei Yicheng initially didn’t want to go, but after a second thought, he decided to join.
Ji Ying and Zhou He were busy at the factory, arranging dried bottles, gathering up the newly washed ones, and setting them out to dry. They hadn’t seen Cheng Hao come in when they heard his loud and jovial voice announcing the news.