C7 Yang Family Notes

From then on, I found a chance to be with Sis Ping-jie. Step by step, Pingjie guided me to become an expert this summer.

That summer, Sis Pingfan had told her many secrets about the old man. As the young master of Jianghai, the old man had a loose and unrestrained family name, and his relationship with Sis Ping-jie was a little unclear.

According to Pingjie, the old gramps also had a hobby of writing notes and often recording private details or experiences.

This notebook was called "Yang Family Notes" by Sis Pingfan. The reason why Pingjie knew all of this was because the old man had once told her about it after their affair. Sister Pingfan wanted to see the notebook, but the old man was adamant in not agreeing. He was also very nervous and angry.

I was curious that the old man had the habit of writing notes. He always wanted to find an opportunity to peek, but he had yet to see one. His father kept the notebook very well because he knew that it involved too much privacy. Once it was spread out, it would become evidence of his crimes and would inevitably cause a devastating blow.

I vaguely remembered that my grandfather also had the habit of taking notes. When I was young, I inadvertently saw a thread-shaped book written in calligraphy. The author was my grandfather, and the title seemed to be "Yang Family Notes". From the looks of it, his father's preference for writing "Yang Family Notes" was inherited from his grandfather. If Grandpa's notes were called "The Yang Family's First Season of Notes" and Father's could be called "The Yang Family's Second Season of Notes", then what about me, would I do the "The Yang Family's Third Season of Notes"?

Other than what I already knew, a lot of this was told to me by Ping-jie on and off. For most of the summer, I barely went out of my house. Every day, I pestered Ping-jie to tell me stories about the old man and about her and her husband. It wasn't until the end of the summer vacation that Ping-jie's husband finally agreed to divorce her. Only then did Pingjie return to the provincial capital to apply for a divorce.

Before leaving, Pingjie said to me hatefully, "Your father, Yang Tiancheng, is not a human at all. He's an animal!"

In Sis Pingfan's eyes, the old tutor was a heartless man. Now that she was really going to get a divorce, he was actually hiding his face like a shameless and treacherous villain.

I can also prove this. Sister Pingfan has been living in my house for almost a month, and I've only met the old man twice in total. Once was when she came, and the other time was before she left. Years later, I realized that the old man must have been afraid that Ping-jie would ask to marry him after the divorce, or that he didn't want others to know that Pingjie's divorce was related to him, because a woman in a period of emotional exhaustion could do anything. Otherwise, why would Sis Pingfan speak freely to me during this period of time?

Strictly speaking, it was this charming young woman, Ping-jie, who became my teacher.

However, the grumpy Sis Pingtian left and hated the old man. Although the old man had helped her set up a trading company to make up for her, she did not appreciate his kindness. Instead, her hatred for the old man grew day by day.

Fortunately, Pingjie felt fine to me and took care of my life. On weekends, Pingjie would occasionally take me to her new home and make me some delicious food to eat. It wasn't until she married her second husband that our relationship came to an end.

Later on, he went to Peking University, and when he was in his sophomore year, he became bored and decided to start his own business. I wanted to start a business because I had discovered a profitable project. At that time, a few senior computer students who played with me were developing and making an application software. This software was mainly for online games, and I felt that they had a selling point and a market, so I asked them to join their team. They are in charge of software production, and I am in charge of contacting the buyers and selling the software at a high price.

To put it bluntly, I am a middleman and a two-way seller, but it also requires a higher level of resource integration and negotiation. For the first time in my life, I operated a business on my own, and I was surprisingly calm. After class, I would go to my seniors' labs in the morning to see how they could research and produce software. In the afternoon, I would go out to negotiate with clients.

No matter what I did for the first time, it was always difficult and painful. I brought manuals and samples to countless software companies and game companies, and when I had nothing to do, I just ran to Zhongguancun. I spent a lot of money, but there was almost no progress. I was discouraged. I didn't want to run around aimlessly, but I couldn't bear to have this software fall into my hands.

At the beginning, the few seniors who developed and designed the software out of personal interest, but after hearing that they could still sell it for money, they had a greater motivation. But when I ran for almost a whole semester and didn't get any results, they felt they had lost interest and were ready to give up on the rest of the software.

This excited me, and I urged them to make sure the software was complete. If no one bought it by the end of the semester, I would buy it myself. The seniors, out of respect for money, completed the last bit of the program. After the software was finished, they asked to sell it to me.

I took out all the living expenses, but it was only two thousand yuan, so I couldn't bear to take it out. The first time I tried to borrow money from my uncle, who was doing steel trading in Binhe City, the provincial capital, he asked me about the situation and gave me 10,000 yuan without saying a word. I assured my uncle that I would pay him back as soon as I graduated. Old Uncle is a straightforward person. He said that if you have the ability, then return it. If you don't, then treat it as the living expenses that Old Uncle gave you. There's no need to return the money.

Old Uncle's generous achievements made me the first pot of gold in my life. I used this 10,000 yuan to buy the copyright for the software from a few seniors. The seniors were very happy. 10,000 yuan was simply a huge sum of money to them. With this money, they would be able to spend an incomparably happy summer vacation. But I can't be happy, if this software copyright can't be sold, then I will have to borrow money to live a life of misery.

I didn't go home during the summer, and I was looking around for buyers in Beijing, but no one wanted to give me a chance because they didn't believe a bunch of little kids could make any useful software. At my most desperate moment, a person suddenly approached me. This person was my senior apprentice sister, Yu Xi.