This kind of consumption concept really was not something ordinary people could imagine.
When Feng Yuan and the others bought a yacht, they probably only went out to play two or three times a year. But yacht maintenance, dock mooring fees, and all sorts of miscellaneous costs—the yacht itself cost about ten million, and yearly maintenance was another few million.
These seemingly derivative hidden expenses of the rich could make a person’s jaw drop.
Probably knowing he was in the wrong, besides this commercial shop, Jiang Lin’an also gave Gong Ze some antique vases.
These had a lot of premium value and were hard to estimate.
But jade pendants and ornamental pieces were especially nice.
Compared to Jiang Lin’an, what Ji Huai gave was much more down-to-earth.
Besides the aforementioned children’s products store, there was also a small wooden cabin by the sea in Sanya. When free, Gong Ze and Feng Yuan could take Gu Panpan there to play.
Although Feng Yuan scoffed at the small wooden cabin.
He preferred going with Gong Ze to a private island, deserted and utterly wild natural environment. If they fucked there, how awesome would it be? They could run around naked all day!
Heaven as the blanket, earth as the bed. He and Gong Ze were a pair made for fucking heaven and earth.
Gong Ze: …
Gong Ze numbly: Sorry, the domestic hooligan Omega got out. I’ll leash him and bring him back now.
Setting aside these improper digressions.
The five-year-old good eldest son had now reached the age to go to kindergarten.
Recently wanting to get close to Gong Ze but always being interrupted by this stinky little brat, when Feng Yuan heard Gong Ze discuss with him wanting to send the child to kindergarten, he instantly felt refreshed!
Gong Ze discussed with him: “On my side, I don’t have the connections. I can’t send Panpan to a better kindergarten. Feng Yuan, can you help…”
The person who had not been intimate with Gong Ze for several days was sulkily scrolling his phone with a dark face. Hearing this, Feng Yuan jumped up.
He wanted to laugh three times at the little brat!
Little brat, you have today too!
Every night you knock on the door saying Daddy I want to hear a story, deliberately interrupting me and Gong Ze being intimate—go to school and receive the sanction of knowledge!
Looking at the gloomy little shepherd dog, Feng Yuan, with brows and mouth corners madly rising, said to Gong Ze: “This little thing, I’ll handle it right away. Let me call Ji Huai. His brother-in-law is a leader in the education bureau. When do you want to send him? How about today? Send him right now! Go first, the paperwork can be done afterward!”
Gong Ze: “…”
Before Gong Ze could say that his expected ideal was preferably the second half of the year when school started, Feng Yuan had already begun fantasizing about how to take revenge on the little cub, such as…
“Just kindergarten? You don’t know how much competitive pressure kids have now. Other children start learning the Analects before they’re even born. By three they’ve already developed interests, become a bilingual family.”
“But won’t it be too much pressure…”
“What pressure? Like this, leave it to me. I’ll right now buy some classes for the little brat—no, our good son!
What bilingual courses, taekwondo interest class, poetry and prose interest class, arithmetic interest class, classical music enlightenment, plus classic literature appreciation, brush calligraphy, traditional painting…”
“Wait, Feng Yuan! This is too…”
“Too little, right? I think so too.”
Gong Ze: …
Feng Yuan pinched his chin and calculated: “This way, as long as he gets up at five in the morning, studies two interest classes first in the morning, then at nine goes to kindergarten. At noon nap time send him to the next interest class, then continue back to kindergarten for class. After school lets out at three in the afternoon, continue learning the remaining six interest classes—”
“And then—”
After Feng Yuan finished rattling off his calculations, he smiled wickedly.
“Perfect. After a fulfilling day, at eight he can go to sleep.”
Gong Ze: “…”
Gong Ze covered his face and complained: “…Are you sincerely doing this for the child’s good or do you think the child is in your way? This isn’t interest cultivation, this is special forces training!”
The innocent good eldest son was even more frightened, tears circling in his eyes. He ran over, hugged Gong Ze’s leg, and shouted: “Daddy! Panpan, Panpan will be good, Panpan won’t go to interest classes!”
Gong Ze had just wanted to comfort his son when Feng Yuan beside him gave a sinister smile: “That’s not up to you~ hahahaha~”
Gong Ze: “…”
His mouth twitched slightly. Expressionless, he pushed the “Snow White’s stepmother” into the bedroom, picked up the child, and patted his back for a good while. Only then did the crying, breathless baby recover.
Later at night, when Gong Ze got up to use the bathroom, he even heard the cub having a nightmare, shouting in his sleep that he didn’t want to go to school.
Gong Ze was speechless.
Feng Yuan, you truly are guilty of great evil.
The next day, Gong Ze watched as Feng Yuan arranged Panpan’s kindergarten enrollment, and returned all the several interest class courses Feng Yuan had secretly bought.
He also sent Panpan, who had not yet attended school, to the kindergarten for a one-day trial.
Letting him realize that kindergarten was not that scary—the teachers were gentle, and there were many children.
In the elite kindergarten, everyone wore beautiful little suits. There was a whole fully equipped playground. The food was super, super delicious, and there were even little cakes.
Thus, our little shepherd dog finally let down his guard, released Daddy’s hand that he had been gripping tightly, wiped away his tears, showed a smile, and displayed a look of looking forward to school.
“Since he’s going to school, he definitely needs a schoolbag, stationery, and things like that, right?”
The two newbie dads knew nothing about this.
Fortunately, the teacher was very considerate.
Not only did she give Gong Ze a shopping list, she also warmly reminded them that the kindergarten had uniform requirements for clothing.
“Here is the clothing design drawing. Parents can give this to your own family’s dedicated tailor shop or clothing store to have it custom-made.”
Gong Ze thanked her and took the drawing.
“The kindergarten actually has this kind of procedure…”
“What’s so strange about that?”
Feng Yuan had gone through elementary school and kindergarten the same way: “I know a foreign designer shop. All my formal wear from childhood to adulthood was ordered from them. No appointment letter needed. Send Panpan’s measurements over and order two outfits to wear first. When there’s time, fly over and have them measure him in person.”
Feng Yuan said: “For this kind of clothing, it’s better to let the designer measure the size personally. Sent-in measurements are too rigid.”
Some people have thicker backs.
Some people have bigger butts and bellies.
High-end customization is meant to be made entirely according to the person. Even a one-centimeter change is huge. If someone else wore it, it should not produce the same effect as on the original person.
Gong Ze actually felt there was no need to be so troublesome.
Although he had also only worn custom suits before.
The system drifted over in amazement, looking at that design drawing: [My god, it’s just kindergarten, and even a child’s little suit has to be handmade and custom-made by a master from an old American shop.]
Before leaving, the teacher smiled affably and waved:
“Two parents, don’t forget, after you get home, organize the child’s eating and sleeping habits for the teacher. The kindergarten will make Gu Panpan’s lunch according to his preferences. The teacher also needs to interact with him according to his personality traits.”
“…Understood, thank you, teacher.”
Gong Ze pondered that when they got home at night he would still have to make a document. How many years had it been since he made one of those?
And the system drifted over.
[A child just going to school… is it really necessary…]
The system felt tired just listening.
Gong Ze smiled at this: “These days, is raising a child ever simple?”
Especially school.
Was that testing the child? It was clearly involution among parents.
A mere handicraft class nearly forced parents to produce eighteen kinds of martial arts.
Holding a sports meet even required donating water, writing lyrics—parents, for the sake of their child having face at school and being liked by teachers, contributed money and effort, acting like oxen and horses.
After hearing this, the system clicked its tongue: Truly not easy…
Gong Ze: Exactly.
The family of three left the kindergarten, feeling there were truly too many things to do.
“The uniform is settled. What’s left are the supplies for class and the things the child usually uses for drinking water and such.”
“Let’s go! To the mall!”
The two adults and one child came to the store to shop.
Because Gong Ze was now the store’s owner, buying things did not hurt his heart at all.
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