The Sweetness of the Seventies
Chapter 844 - 813: Argument, Regardless

Chapter 844: Chapter 813: Argument, Regardless

After Zhao Huanhuan left, Old Madam Huo quietly looked towards Song Chunli.

Under her mother-in-law’s gaze, Song Chunli felt somewhat embarrassed. Although she felt aggrieved inside, she still wanted to get more shares through Old Madam, so she had to speak in a pleasant tone, "Mom, forty thousand for a ten percent stake, isn’t that too little? It won’t make much money in a year!"

"If you think it’s too little, you don’t have to invest!" Old Madam Huo said, "Although Tiantian hasn’t talked to me about it, judging from what Huanhuan said, you’ll at most get a ten percent stake. Don’t go asking for more shares, to avoid making things awkward for both families."

"But who knows if Tiantian will overstate the capital?" Song Chunli muttered, "If it’s just ten percent, that’s too little. It should be at least thirty percent."

"Heh, you sure dare to ask for a lion’s share!" Old Madam Huo scoffed, "Go ahead and ask, but don’t expect me to plead for you. If you’re thick-skinned enough, you can do it yourself. As for whether Tiantian will agree, I won’t interfere."

He Tiantian was meticulous in her actions—as could be seen from the shares she gave to Zhao Huanhuan. She did not want Song Chunli to become too powerful and would surely make Song Chunli and Zhao Huanhuan evenly matched so that the second branch could sit back and watch.

Therefore, He Tiantian would definitely not give Song Chunli too many shares.

Ah, thinking about Song Chunli’s restless nature, that she wouldn’t give up until she hit a dead-end, gave her a headache.

"Mom, you can’t favor their family just because my second brother’s family has returned to Yanjing!" Song Chunli was getting anxious; her mother-in-law had always been close to them.

Huo Yingjie had just arrived, and she was no longer helping them.

"Heh," Old Madam Huo chuckled coldly, "Just because I don’t get benefits from the second branch for you, you think I’m biased? Your heart sure isn’t in the right place. Don’t bring these matters up with me in the future, lest I can’t help but rebuke you again, showing you no respect."

Old Madam Huo didn’t want to see Song Chunli’s greedy, discontented expression, so she went out for a walk, ignoring Song Chunli.

Song Chunli was helpless and could only go back to her room to sulk.

Since forty thousand could get a ten percent stake, she decided to prepare eighty thousand—at least that should secure a twenty percent stake. With Zhao Huanhuan’s share, the main branch would have thirty percent, which they could barely accept.

Song Chunli didn’t know that He Tiantian was only planning to give their family a twenty percent stake. If she knew, that would certainly cause trouble again.

Huo Yingjie didn’t care about these matters; as they were for the elders, and moreover his great-aunt, his mother would handle it. He and Tiantian would just hide in the background.

Huashan delivered He Tiantian’s car, a cute Volkswagen Beetle, and it was in a delicate pink color.

Huo Yingjie thought the car quite suited He Tiantian.

The next morning, Huo Yingjie went to work to familiarize himself with the work environment.

Huo Yingjie was highly adaptable and humble, so he got along smoothly at the workplace.

Let’s talk about He Tiantian staying in Nan City, busy with invigilating exams.

After the final subject was examined, and the invigilators collected the papers, He Tiantian said, "Students, I have something to tell you, which will take just a few minutes of your time."

The students who were packing up their things all stopped and looked at He Tiantian.

"I’ve been delighted to spend this year with you all. I’ve learned some things from you, and I’ve been very happy. Moreover, you are the first group of students I’ve taught since becoming a teacher, and I really like you."

Yuan Hua raised his hand, stood up, and said, "Teacher He, we like you too. You are the best teacher in our eyes, the beacon on our path forward."

If these words were said to flatter another teacher, the other students would definitely think Class President Yuan Hua was brown-nosing, but for Teacher He, they were absolutely convinced.

"Thank you for your recognition," He Tiantian said. "However, due to job relocation and family reasons, I am going to Yanjing. Even though we can’t study and progress together anymore, I hope you all work even harder and achieve success."

Upon hearing this, everyone was dumbfounded.

Tang Ping’an quickly stood up and said, "Teacher He, won’t you be teaching us anymore? I was hoping you could teach us until we graduated from college!"

"Yeah, I didn’t expect it to be just one short year," others echoed.

"We’ll miss you, Teacher He..."

He Tiantian smiled and said, "There is no feast that doesn’t come to an end. I really have no choice but to leave. I’ll leave you my address, so if you have any problems, you can write to me, and I’ll help you as much as I can."

"Teacher He..." Yuan Hua’s eyes were red, feeling reluctant, but with a thousand words, he didn’t know what to say.

"Alright, if fate allows it, maybe we’ll meet again," He Tiantian said. "The exam is over today, and you all will soon be going home. Be safe on your way."

After that, He Tiantian picked up the books on the lectern, ready to leave.

"Teacher He, we will miss you." Yuan Hua couldn’t hold back anymore, rushed forward, and hugged He Tiantian tightly.

Yuan Hua, skilled at writing poetry and rich in emotion, was good at expressing his feelings. At that moment, he couldn’t think of how else to thank Teacher He, and just wanted to embrace her.

The other girls also came forward, hugging Teacher He one by one.

The boys, too, wanted to hug her like the girls, but they didn’t dare. Teacher He was like a goddess in their hearts, to be admired from a distance and not to be profaned.

He Tiantian extended her hand, shaking hands with the boys, "Shake hands, and I wish you academic success."

Then, He Tiantian left with red eyes.

After everyone had left, the students remained in the classroom, silent for a long time.

With teary eyes, Yuan Hua said, "Teacher He has done so much for us, and we have never repaid her. Now that she is leaving, let’s chip in to treat Teacher He to a meal. Let’s not go to those expensive places but to the restaurant we often go to near our school. What do you think?"

"I agree," Tang Ping’an said. "It doesn’t matter how much it costs; it’s the thought that counts. I’ll cover half, and the rest of you can contribute. What do you say?"

"I’ll cover the other half," Yuan Hua said.

The other three who had published books also stood up, insisting on covering half.

The other students were not pleased, saying, "If we’re thanking the teacher, we should all chip in equally. We might not make as much as you, but we shouldn’t let you spend more and just hang back on this matter."

"Right, let’s split it evenly," the classmates agreed, truly wanting to thank He Tiantian.

Seeing this, Yuan Hua said, "Alright then, let’s split it evenly. Let’s set the time for tomorrow afternoon. I’ll go talk to Teacher He now. Tang Ping’an, you take some people to reserve the private room. We have twenty-nine people, so I guess that’s three tables. Those with train tickets tomorrow morning can go and change them. Let’s have a good meal with Teacher He as a class."

"Great!" Everyone strongly agreed with Yuan Hua’s plan.

As He Tiantian was packing up the papers, ready to take them back for grading, she saw Yuan Hua approaching and asked, "Yuan Hua, is something the matter?"

Yuan Hua nodded and said, "Teacher He, our entire class would like to invite you to dinner, tomorrow afternoon at Xiao He Private Restaurant. Do you have time to come?"