Jia Qianqian cut his hands behind his back, walked in a straight line like a cat, entered the study from the outside, and then approached his father step by step, stopping in front of the desk.

"You're just in time to take my novella to the post office and send it to Jingbei Literature. Jia Youwei sat up straight when his daughter walked in, and said with a smile.

"Don't go. I don't want to be a coolie to run errands! Lao Jia, if I didn't say you, if you sit like this almost every day, your hemorrhoids will become more and more serious.

In addition to sitting, you should move around more. Jia Qianqian grinned, and two rows of white bright teeth were revealed.

If someone sees her teeth, they can judge that the other party will be born in the middle and upper classes of society.

A white, beautiful tooth requires a lot of money to clean and maintain. The middle class generally goes to the dental or professional dental hospital of the big hospital once every six months to clean their teeth, and under this class, who will have the spare money to do such inconsequential things.

Ordinary people brush their teeth twice a day, morning and evening, while lazy people who have not developed good habits deal with things once in the morning. They don't pay attention to their teeth, and they don't use mouthwashes, dental floss, etc. on their daily routines.

The "Style" that reflects the American social class and the "Unspoken Rules of the Words and Deeds of the British" that reflects the British social class all say without exception whether or not you are a real rich person, a blue-blooded aristocrat, who does not look at what luxury goods you wear or what kind of car you drive? This mainly depends on the study, how many books you have, and what books you have been reading recently.

One generation of rich, not rich, that is, nouveau riche, and after three generations of rich, it is considered to have old money, and gradually begin to overturn towards the blue-blood aristocracy.

People like Bill Gates, in American society, are identified as being in the upper and lower classes. The reason for this judgment is that his parents are in the American social class, at most the middle and upper class. His father was a well-known local lawyer, and his mother was a director of IBM.

Jia Youwei always seems to have a sense of powerlessness when facing his daughter. What did she do to her in her previous life to be so immoral that she made her reincarnate specifically to torture him?

"Do you still want to eat? You go and mail me the manuscript while I cook at home. When I mail the manuscript back, isn't it too late?" Jia Youwei began to reason with both hard and soft measures.

Jia Qianqian was completely unmoved, and habitually quarreled with his father and said, "Eat later! Anyway, I'm not hungry now."

Even if you're hungry, don't you still have all kinds of snacks at home? If you don't eat them, they're not good. Lao Jia, don't you always teach me that you can be extravagant and don't waste it?"

Jia Youwei saw that she was so reasonable and eloquent, but he couldn't help but laugh and said: "Otherwise, if you go and mail me the manuscript, then I will give you ten yuan for running errands." ”

"It's only ten yuan! Lao Jia, you are really too picky. Not even one of the cheapest Häagen-Dazs scoops of ice cream is not enough. That's all for 25 yuan a piece. Jia Qianqian said with his hands on his waist.

"Who told you to eat Häagen-Dazs? KFC's sundae, isn't it only ten dollars a piece? If you eat ice cream cones, it's only 8 yuan, and it can make you 2 yuan less. If you have a 20% off card, you can make less money. Jia Youwei couldn't help but reason with his daughter.

Jia Qianqian raised his head to the left, holding his head high. She pouted and bargained, "Why do I have to eat sundaes or egg cone ice cream? Even if I don't eat Häagen-Dazs, I have to eat the 15 yuan handmade sorbet on the street." ”

"You were born in the midst of blessings and don't know the blessings, and you don't like KFC well. Did you know that there are a lot of kids who don't even know what KFC is?

Last night, I happened to watch a documentary about the gap between the rich and the poor in Hong Kong, and I burst into tears when I saw your dad. A child in the second grade of junior high school in Hong Kong won the first place in the whole grade. Asked what reward she wanted, she said she wanted to eat KFC once. She's grown so big that she hasn't eaten it once.

When I was your age, I ate popsicles for a dime, peanut ice cream for two cents, cream ice cream for three cents, and doll ice cream for five cents. Jia Youwei combined the current reality with Lao Huang of his past era to educate his daughter.

"Lao Jia, when you make up the story, can you have some thoughts? Hong Kong, how is it possible? Even if we are here, there will not be such miserable people.

When you were a child, I didn't see it, and I didn't have any witnesses, so it's even more casual for you to talk nonsense. Jia Qianqian didn't believe that all this would be the real situation.

Jia Youwei finally understood. As long as the daughter does not step out of the established circle, like a frog at the bottom of a well, then she will never see some human suffering hidden under the shadow of high-rise buildings.

"Why don't I take you to see Grandpa Zhao, Grandma Zhao? They always look at your father's birth and grow up!" Jia Youwei blurted out.

"Lao Jia, do you think it's interesting to lie to me like this? What do you say, then they will say whatever they are allowed to say, and they will be able to complete the words according to your intentions.

When I was in kindergarten, you often told me that our family was very poor, and that the poor did not have a meal. Actually, it's all nonsense that you made up to deceive me. Jia Qianqian turned out the old accounts.

"I was wrong, I was really wrong. I regret that I shouldn't have gone to some school dance with my roommates that night. Then you don't have to know your mother, and there will be no future, no you. Jia Youwei said speechlessly.

"If you don't have my pistachio, then what's the fun in your life?" Jia Qianqian tilted his neck slightly, made a movement with both hands to represent the leaves and put them under his chin, and smiled.

"Even if my life is less fun, it's still much better than being in hell on earth now, and being angry with you is worse than death!" Jia Youwei said with a fierce look pretending to be angry.

"No, no, no. You're wrong. It should be that there is oppression, there will be resistance, there will be exploitation, there will be struggle, and don't count on the gods and emperors, everything can only rely on yourself.

I'm just fighting for the fairest treatment for myself. Ten yuan for errands is definitely not enough. You'll have to give me at least a hundred dollars. Jia Qianqian said as if she was a feminist defending her rights.

Jia Youwei stood up suddenly, rolled up his sleeves, and said angrily: "Today, I can't beat you up, it's not your father." ”

As soon as Jia Qianqian turned around, he ran out of the door and shouted, "Violence can't solve the problem." ”

"But it can solve you. Jia Youwei immediately added a sentence after that.