Back to the 60s: The Struggle Career of a Charmed Wife
Chapter 930 - 0920: Making up One’s Mind 2

Chapter 930: Chapter 0920: Making up One’s Mind 2

Lu Jiang touched her head, "Wife, I’m not going to hold you accountable for risking your safety in the black market before, just keep the promise you made to me and don’t take unnecessary risks from now on. However, I’ve suddenly realized that you have some rather wild ideas."

"I’m telling the truth, how is that wild thinking?" Feng Qingxue stuck out a playful, exaggerated cheeky face at him.

"After a century of war and devastation, our country faces the great task of rebuilding from ruins. Since the founding of the nation, with concerted efforts from all, we’ve successfully developed atomic and hydrogen bombs, strengthening our military equipment. The economy is just starting to show signs of improvement, and now we face another turbulent storm. In the blink of an eye, talents from all industries have withered away, students’ education has been interrupted, leaving us without a succession plan. This movement seems set to continue, affecting national development, so when will we be able to expect the appreciation of jewels and antiques? For that to happen, we’d need a peaceful and prosperous era, a wealthy nation with strong citizens and a booming economy, where the wealthy are inclined to pursue collecting."

Feng Qingxue nodded, "You’re not wrong, that’s exactly what I’m waiting for."

Lu Jiang laughed, "But at the current level, under the monumental campaign, all industries are paralyzed, the economy is shrinking, and it would take at least a hundred and eighty years to reach the level you and I are talking about."

"Ajiang, how about we make a bet?"

"What’s the bet?"

"Ten years from now, the economy will have taken off, followed by sustained development, thirty years later the nation will be wealthy and the people strong, and in just over a decade, no one will bother us about our clothing and dress, or label us as capitalists." Feng Qingxue spoke emphatically.

Upon hearing this, Lu Jiang was momentarily taken aback.

Feng Qingxue tilted her head to look at him, "What’s the matter, you don’t dare to bet? Are you afraid that I’ll win?"

"I would actually hope you win, for it would mean our country is thriving and prospering, our citizens living in peace and happiness, and our brothers resting in peace underground." Lu Jiang finally spoke, "But considering the current situation..."

"Just say whether you dare to bet! We bet on what happens thirty years from now," Feng Qingxue interrupted him, "Don’t always talk about the current situation; what’s now doesn’t represent the future. Because national policies change unpredictably, catching you off guard, and under different leadership, different national policies will be enacted, don’t you agree?"

Lu Jiang nodded first, then after pondering for a moment, he resolutely shook his head, "No bet!"

Feng Qingxue, displeased, said, "Why not? Are you afraid of losing? If you lose, it’s no big deal, you wouldn’t have any loss."

"Because my wife, you are too clever! According to what you said, in the future we will definitely go towards capitalism and vigorously develop the economy." Lu Jiang certainly wasn’t going to be a fool betting against his wife, "Sometimes I wonder if you know something I don’t, like when you wrote letters to Sirs Lou Shaonong and Lin Yufen, how did you predict that the order from above would target the academic world? Even dad doesn’t have this ability."

Feng Qingxue feigned ignorance, "Ah, don’t you know? I’ve always been very smart!"

"Xibao is boasting, wife, your cleverness..." Lu Jiang deliberately paused, gently patting her silly smile, "is genuine cleverness, ingenious foresight, so you don’t need to play dumb with me."

Feng Qingxue brushed off his hand, "I’m not talking to you anymore, I’m going to practice calligraphy and painting, and tonight I’ll ask the teacher for advice."

After becoming a disciple, she was too busy rescuing the soon-to-be-lost cultural relics and paintings to focus on her studies—a sin, indeed!