Chapter 117 Midterm Assessment

Chapter 117 Midterm Assessment

Ye Changning spent another three days selling off the remaining goods.

The earnings from this trip far exceeded expectations.

After all the goods were sold, Ye Changning bought cigarettes and alcohol and accompanied Ye Xiaoxiao to visit Mr. Song.

He also brought a few pieces of clothing as gifts for Song Xiaoguang, who had been helping all along.

He wouldn’t accept money, but he had to accept the gifts.

"Working folks should wear work clothes. These clothes make Song Xiaoguang look even more handsome."

Ye Changning’s cheerful personality made it difficult to refuse.

Song Xiaoguang had no choice but to accept the gift.

Song Guangjing looked at the young man and politely said, "We’re all family, there’s no need to bring anything."

But in his heart, he thought that it seemed business acumen was inherited.

His disciple’s third brother was also suited for big business.

Ye Changning: "Isn’t it only right for a junior to bring something when visiting an elder?"

Ye Xiaoxiao admired Ye Changning.

He was definitely the smoothest talker in the Ye family.

Song Guangjing was also quite pleased and invited them to stay for a meal.

Before leaving, Ye Changning asked Ye Xiaoxiao about Zhang’s Plaster.

He knew a boss who found this plaster very effective.

It was because of this that the two had grown close and were now very tight.

That boss had helped him out a lot in the south and had also helped resolve some troubles.

"Xiao Xiao, I think this plaster could sell well in the south."

Ever since he learned that his sister got a share from selling the plaster, Ye Changning had been thinking about this.

Ye Xiaoxiao: "Third brother, why not try selling the plaster in the south? I’ll give you twenty cents for each plaster you sell."

Even though it’s just twenty cents, if you actually land the agency for Zhang’s Plaster and successfully sell it, it could definitely mean big earnings.

Ye Changning: "Sure, I’ll take it down south and give it a shot."

After all, getting the goods from Ye Xiaoxiao is free, and if they don’t sell, I can just return them.

Ye Changning has nothing to lose.

It’s a win for Ye Xiaoxiao too.

If successful, Zhang’s Plaster would gain another sales channel, and the brand could be promoted in the south.

If it doesn’t sell, just bring it back and keep selling.

After discussing it, both siblings agreed that neither of them would lose out on this deal.

So, Ye Changning left with a large bag of Zhang's Plasters.

Before leaving, he gave Ye Xiaoxiao 100 yuan, sent 100 yuan to Ye Changsheng, and 1,000 yuan to his family.

Although he dared not return home, he had never stopped sending money to his family.

His parents probably weren’t mad at him anymore.

After Ye Changning left, Ye Xiaoxiao also received her first share of the profits from Zhang's Plaster.

After covering production costs, she pocketed a full 2,000 yuan.

Ye Xiaoxiao was thrilled as she looked at the payment slip.

She’d made money. She was over the moon.

At the same time, there was another piece of good news.

Jia Guoqiang got caught.

He’d fled to another province, but when he checked into a hotel, someone reported him for soliciting prostitution, and the cops nabbed him right away.

Back then, the police systems weren’t networked, so since he’d committed crimes in Beijing, it shouldn’t have been easy to track him down in another province.

But Jia Guoqiang was just that unlucky—he also had several assault cases in that province, so this arrest covered multiple crimes, and the cops weren’t about to let him go.

Then they got a call from Beijing—turns out the Beijing cops were after him too.

So they shipped him straight back to Beijing.

At the police station, Jia Guoqiang pinned the blame on Jia Shengnan.

He claimed his cousin had come to him for help, and he’d only agreed to scare those college students.

Still, Jia Guoqiang was looking at over a decade in prison—he’d racked up too many crimes.

This incident was just a small piece of the puzzle.

Thanks to Jia Guoqiang’s accusation, Jia Shengnan also got slapped with a year in prison.

Though the sentence was short, it completely derailed the life of a promising college student.

Jinghua University quickly followed up with an announcement, expelling Jia Shengnan.

The day Jia Shengnan left the police station to start her sentence, her parents came to say goodbye.

The elderly couple wept uncontrollably.

"Shengnan, this is all our fault," Jia Shengnan’s mother sobbed, tears streaming down her face.

If she and her husband hadn’t complained about their struggles after the family factory went under, blaming their daughter for bad advice, and if her classmate hadn’t taken that part-time job, the family wouldn’t have ended up in this mess.

That little workshop would’ve kept running, and the family’s life would’ve kept improving.

Maybe hearing too many complaints made Jia Shengnan dislike the people in room 206 even more, so she wanted to have them beaten up to vent her anger.

One misstep leads to another.

Jia Shengnan ended up on a path of no return.

While detained at the police station, Jia Shengnan, in handcuffs, attempted suicide several times.

She hadn’t done anything wrong, so why was she going to prison?

They were the ones who deserved to die.

Jia Shengnan ignored her crying parents and walked steadily to the police car.

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"Was Jia Shengnan the only one expelled?" Wang Jiao was very dissatisfied when she saw the notice.

She was the one who got beaten up, and all they got was expulsion.

Jia Shengnan didn’t even cover the medical bills, did she?

He Jing: "The others in room 208 got disciplinary probation instead of expulsion, though it wasn’t announced."

Wang Jiao: "They got off lightly."

Xia Li whispered, "I heard Jia Shengnan’s getting a year in prison—her life’s ruined, so it’s not exactly getting off easy."

Wang Jiao put her hands on her hips: "Just one year? What if she comes out and comes after us? That’d be dangerous."

The others hadn’t thought of that; Xia Li and He Jing just shook their heads, unsure.

Tang Xiuxiu, however, remained calm, "She’ll get re-educated in prison, and hopefully, she’ll turn over a new leaf."

Ye Xiaoxiao: "Don’t worry about a year from now—are you ready for midterms?"

At the mention of the midterm exams, everyone fell silent.

The dorm had been buzzing with studying lately. Since the library was packed, everyone studied in the dorm.

Luckily, room 206 was quiet—no one wanted to flunk midterms.

Ye Xiaoxiao was the chillest one in the dorm.

She didn’t think she’d bomb a simple exam.

College was way better than high school; everyone studied till 9, then got ready for bed.

On exam day, Ye Xiaoxiao headed to class.

The TCM class was the smallest.

You could sit anywhere in class for the exam—no one right in front or next to you.

When the papers were handed out, Ye Xiaoxiao saw most questions were pretty easy.

After the exam, the teacher collected and graded the papers right then.

"That intense, huh?"

Someone muttered under their breath.

However, the teacher did not announce the scores. After grading, the teacher clutched the papers under their arm and left the classroom.

"Why isn’t Teacher Sun saying anything? Did we bomb the test or something…"

Ye Xiaoxiao: "Just being cryptic. I doubt anyone failed."

"What if I didn’t ace it?"

The speaker was one of the class overachievers.

Ye Xiaoxiao fell silent.