Chapter 786: So the world we overthrew is exactly such a world!

Feng Shaoqing remained seated, first nodding very lightly, then asking cautiously: "Really... as long as it's two Sundays, you'll be back?"

"Of course, if I lie to you, I'm a little puppy." Lu Qiao promised with a smile.

Feng Shaoqing's gaze immediately turned to his sister, asking with full expectation: "Sister, can we... can we spend these two Sundays together?"

Feng Zihan looked at her brother helplessly and amusedly: "No, you can't. Days are like this, always passing one after another; you can't skip counting them."

The light in Feng Shaoqing's eyes dimmed a little, but he quickly accepted this explanation, nodded obediently, and said no more.

Sunlight spilled through the window lattice onto his handsome profile; that extreme obedience and compliance made people feel pity and also made the atmosphere in the entire room become increasingly quiet and gentle.

Lu Qiao briefly explained some things to Feng Zihan. It was mainly about the pickle factory.

Now, the small pickle factory, which originally only had a dilapidated, moldy-smelling small workshop, had now converted its warehouse into a workshop; it could be said that it had become two workshops. In addition, the instant noodle factory had also vacated a warehouse for the pickle factory to use.

A-Cheng and A-Wu were still holding a wait-and-see attitude, but the sales trend was indeed quite good.

Some supermarkets were even placing large orders.

Then, these two began to ponder that they could try to develop overseas, for example, in Malaysia, where the Chinese population was most concentrated.

This was a different product from the existing pickle exports in Beidu, so there was no problem of overlapping and competing for business.

Moreover, Lu Qiao had already held a meeting with Old Min and others, clearly stating that the pickle factory needed to grow bigger.

Old Min liked hearing Lu Qiao talk about growing bigger and stronger the most, because this proved that the factory indeed had potential and a foundation, rather than just bragging there.

Feng Zihan had never done business, but the feeling that the money truly increasing in the account was earned by herself was indeed different from the money gifted by her father.

The two of them didn't avoid Sang Juan and talked about the pickle factory for a while.

Sang Juan also knew about this matter—she was studying this major after all, and besides, Lu Qiao had even been specially invited by Professor Chen to give a lecture on the pickle factory's export project in class.

Since that lecture, the classmates in the economics major class had truly been convinced by Lu Qiao.

Sang Juan's admiration for her was even more so.

Naturally, she could understand their conversation and sensed that Lu Qiao intended to bring her along.

After figuring this out, Sang Juan was really excited, so she listened to the content they were discussing with extra attention.

Feng Shaoqing, sitting opposite, although he couldn't understand, could really sit still. It's just that his eyes were darting around.

Fortunately, Lu Qiao and Feng Zihan finished their business quickly and even answered some of Sang Juan's questions, and then they followed Feng Shaoqing to the kitchen in the back.

When they reached the kitchen, Sang Juan was completely stunned. She thought her own family's conditions were already quite good, but she didn't expect there to be even better ones—there were refrigerators, microwave ovens, and gas stoves; oh right, there was also a very large oven, with German printed on it, which should have been shipped from that country.

There were also two chefs who clearly looked like Southerners standing to the side with their hands behind their backs.

Feng Shaoqing jumped over happily.

He stood by the oven, and a chef immediately stepped forward to open the oven, put on gloves, and took out the baked small cakes.

At this moment, Feng Shaoqing only had eyes for Lu Qiao, staring at her with sparkling eyes: "Little Lu, Little Lu, come and taste it quickly; I made this myself!"

The milk-scented cake was sprinkled with sesame seeds and crushed walnuts.

Sang Juan's fingers curled involuntarily, and she couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.

To be honest, she had never smelled such a delicious cake.

Lu Qiao took a bite, didn't look at anyone, and gave a thumbs up to Feng Shaoqing, who was only staring at her: "Delicious, it's really too delicious."

Feng Shaoqing was so happy he almost jumped up, but seeing his sister's expression, he immediately straightened his back again.

It seemed that Feng Zihan, this sister, had worried quite a bit for him.

Afterward, he brought the cakes out plate by plate and placed them on the dining table in the dining room.

The big red apples didn't need to be cut; they were juiced on the spot, and the golden oranges were also freshly squeezed.

Sang Juan didn't know where these things were obtained from.

The grocery store near her house had never sold such big, red apples, and she had never seen oranges either.

She had only seen this kind of fruit once during the New Year; she couldn't see them at all on ordinary days.

No wonder Professor Chen said such a sentence in class: "In the world of capital, there is nothing that cannot be bought; there is only not enough money."

And also: The wealthy class is idle, yet lives a life of luxury and extravagance, one by one fat and wealthy, bejeweled; the laborers bear all the heavy burdens, enduring hunger and cold.

So the world we overthrew is exactly such a world!

Sang Juan felt very proud and very honored.

But as soon as she thought about the family matter, she felt deflated again, and her mood was not beautiful at all.

However, with delicious food in front of her, she still couldn't resist the temptation; she ate the cake, drank the orange juice, and drank another glass of apple juice.

After she and Lu Qiao walked out of the apartment, she pulled Lu Qiao and asked in a low voice: "Do you have time now?"

Lu Qiao asked: "Is something the matter?"

Sang Juan nodded: "I want to tell you something... then she quickly added, 'If you have something to do, then let's do it another day.'"

Lu Qiao smiled: "Don't do it another day; let's solve today's matter today. Let's go to 301; Xia Yinghe has gone for research, and Tong Niannian and Tao Zhuting have gone to the library. Dormitory 301 is empty now."

So the two of them rode their bicycles back to the dormitory. However, before that, Sang Juan went to the restroom first—she had drunk two large glasses of fruit juice just now, and she felt a bit embarrassed thinking about it now.

After entering the dormitory, Lu Qiao wasn't surprised at all after hearing the reason why Jiang Wan came to look for her and those words.

This was indeed something that woman Jiang Wan could do.

Lu Qiao looked at Sang Juan, whose mood had clearly worsened, her eyes red, tears dripping down...

She asked: "What kind of result do you want?"

Sang Juan looked at Lu Qiao blankly and choked: "My mind is also very messy now... This is really happening, not a dream. My mother's personality, she certainly won't back down, and my father, he betrayed our home... We can never go back to the past.

I don't know what kind of result I want, but I don't want that woman to be proud, and I don't want my father to go unpunished. Their behavior hurt so many people; how can it just pass so lightly?"

Lu Qiao asked patiently: "How likely do you think it is that your mother and father will divorce? Assuming Jiang Wan stops pestering them."

Sang Juan sniffed: "My mother will definitely divorce him."

Lu Qiao said: "You should consider it as if they are already divorced now. Didn't Jiang Wan ask you to persuade your grandparents and your mother? Then, of course, you can also propose your conditions." ===== CHAPTER 787 =====