Chapter 964: Chapter 937: Qiang the Straight-A Student
"Alright, just apply some ice and get some rest over there. It’ll probably swell up bigger than an egg soon," Qiuqiu said gruffly, but his actions were gentle.
This scene looked quite different in the eyes of the foreigners watching.
Seeing Qian speaking with the foreigners again, even Yu Minglang responded with something in ’bird language.’ Afraid of losing his big deal, Qiuqiu’s dad instinctively looked at Bai Jin, thinking this girl translated even faster than a professional interpreter.
"These foreigners are saying that your relationship with Qiuqiu must be very good. Boss Qian said Qiuqiu is a filial child. Impressive, my brother Qiang; my brother Qiang translated Mencius’ famous quote into ’bird language’. How would you say this in the original..." Bai Jin seemed a bit stumped, feeling that translating such classical texts required not only literary skills but also English proficiency, making it quite difficult.
"Only filial to parents can relieve worries. But the filial piety, can dispel melancholy," Qian translated while also managing to keep the mood light.
"Exactly, exactly!" Bai Jin nodded repeatedly. Her skills still had some distance compared to Boss Qian and her husband.
"What else did they say?" Although Qiuqiu’s dad didn’t understand what was being said, he sensed that the foreigners were captivated by Yu Minglang and Qian, especially when traditional Chinese culture was mentioned, their expressions noticeably changed, showing great interest.
"The foreigners are really interested in traditional Chinese culture. Scholar my brother Qiang invited them to chat and play ball together."
"Then I—" Seeing there was a chance, despite his minor injury, Qiuqiu’s dad didn’t want to miss out on such a good opportunity.
"Just stay put. Come on, let me help you over to rest. What are you looking at? If my friends can’t handle it, you going up won’t help, come on, hold onto me!" Qiuqiu took hold of the old man’s arm to help him up.
Though he sometimes mistakenly referred to Qiuqiu as his ’son,’ Qiuqiu’s dad never forgot she was a girl. How could he bear to make his daughter support him? He wanted to push her away, but Qiuqiu just lifted him up effortlessly.
When did this kid get so strong...
Qiuqiu’s dad was a bit dazed. If he wasn’t aware that this was his daughter, he would have thought the one with the strength to support him must be a real son.
He turned his head and found that Qiuqiu was even taller than him, with chiseled features. If only she were really a son...
"Stubborn old man! What are you looking at? I think you didn’t hit your head hard enough, still having the mood to think about nonsense, behave yourself!" Qiuqiu scolded him.
To outsiders, the back view of the father and ’son’ was heartwarming, with the injured father being carefully supported and helped along by his child.
"Hey!" Yu Minglang called to Qiuqiu, and Qiuqiu turned around.
"That line was just to fool the foreigners. Actually, Mencius also said that parents’ only worry is about their health. In other words, not being sick is also a form of filial piety. You can also understand it as sticking to your own choices and not making yourself ill from stress is another form of filial piety."
"Pfft!" Qian burst into laughter.
Her man was really something, saying one thing to someone’s face and another behind their back. It was like the saying, ’all roads lead to Rome.’
Qiuqiu’s dad stood there, stunned, while Qiuqiu just laughed, "Buddy, thanks! I’ll buy you a drink when we get back!"
He got along with Yu Minglang so naturally, which was another blow to Qiuqiu’s dad.
Qiuqiu was becoming more and more like a man. This attitude, this demeanor—there wasn’t a trace of a little girl in sight.
Yu Minglang and Qian played ball with the foreigners while chatting about traditional Chinese culture. Although Qian knew Xiaoqiang’s foreign language proficiency was quite good, she didn’t expect he had this skill too, making the foreigners’ eyes twinkle with admiration.
Noticing his wife’s admiring gaze, Xiaoqiang took the opportunity to explain in Chinese, "It’s great to fool foreigners with these things. The wisdom left by our ancestors isn’t something these short-history people can fathom."
Qian gave him a thumbs up, "You’re impressive!"
While they were keeping the foreigners engaged, Qiuqiu’s dad kept glancing over, wishing he could sprout wings and fly there himself to hear what was being said.
He couldn’t understand the foreign language but felt that the foreigners hadn’t been interested in what he had the translator say before. But after meeting the scholar team, the foreigners were clearly intrigued, making Qiuqiu’s dad anxiously rub his hands, wishing he could go up and have a chat about business.
Even Fugui noticed Qiuqiu’s dad’s anxiety, "Why don’t I lend you my wheelchair?"
"That would be great!" Qiuqiu’s dad eagerly agreed, glad to see this perceptive brother offer his help!
"Great my foot! Sit tight! If you get involved, you’ll just mess things up. Why don’t you tell me, what’s the situation exactly?" Qiuqiu didn’t want her dad to go over. Given how his leg was already, what if things got worse from moving around?
"What’s the use of telling you? You’ve never dealt with any of this, so what help can you be!"
"Hey, nurse, go ahead and carry this old man out on the stretcher, don’t let him come back in, yes, clear him out!" Qiuqiu waved to the medical team, then, like a mob boss collecting protection money, she put one foot on the chair, "Old man, you’re already crippled, still dare to fight me? Gotcha now, don’t you?"
"You’re going to drive me to my grave!"
"Alright, Qiuqiu, don’t upset him anymore. Uncle, Qiuqiu means he wants to help take care of it for you; just explain the business situation simply, he can handle it," Bai Jin interjected.
"Her?" Qiuqiu’s dad couldn’t believe Qiuqiu could accomplish much.
"Don’t underestimate Qiuqiu. She’s amazing. Her club has already developed really well. It’s only been open for a short while, yet it’s already the largest martial arts training class in Lishi. They plan to expand further. She’s been negotiating with various departments, planning to take the kids abroad for competitions during the summer holidays," Bai Jin, who has been working with Qiuqiu all this time, praised her abilities with a thumbs-up.
Opening an interest class isn’t as simple as it seems. It requires overcoming difficulties from all sides, including obtaining approvals from related departments, all of which Qiuqiu handled. She and Liumei are partners; Liumei focuses on teaching while Qiuqiu manages external relations. It’s not easy to establish a reputation in such a short time.
"That’s just child’s play, how much money can it make?" Qiuqiu’s dad sniffed dismissively, clearly looking down on it.
"You old fogey, no wonder no one likes you! I’ll overtake you one day. What you have is just luck in mining; you didn’t run a business with genuine skill. Your education level is disgracefully low, you can’t even understand how to operate electric devices, haha!" Qiuqiu finally found a chance to get back at him from the last time.
"You unappreciative brat! I might not understand it, but can’t I ask? It’s because I didn’t want to hurt you with it. If I knew you’d turn out like this, I should have zapped you until you were wearing skirts!" Qiuqiu’s dad felt no pain in his leg now, as this brat was winding him up to the point of a heart attack!
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