Never divorce, never stop getting rich

"Everyone is welcome to enter the cabinet to participate in the selection."

The door of the pavilion was closed. Wearing a wooden hairpin and a green robe, the virtual butler shook his long sleeves and stood on the stairs leading to the second floor with a smile on his face.

The children in the academy had never seen this teacher before and were afraid. But when they saw Dean Dumbledore sitting in the first seat in the hall on the first floor and looking at them expectantly, they felt more confident.

"Everyone, please take a seat."

Deng Buduo pointed to the seats that had been arranged in the hall.

As luck would have it, after everyone sat down, there wasn't a single empty seat left.

“After consultation among the five academies, this competition will consist of five matches after the Heavenly Sacrifice.

Policy Essay Competition: This time we will not discuss the meaning of classics or read ancient books, but only talk about current affairs and plans.

Skills Competition: Choose any two of the following: music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. Your Majesty will invite contemporary masters to judge.

Mathematics Competition: The officials from the Ministry of Revenue will set the questions and compile the difficult mathematics problems that the court is facing into a collection and give them to the students to solve.

Literary competition: poetry, songs and prose, each showing off their strengths.

Martial arts competition: including archery, horseback riding, fighting and sparring, and stopping when the time is right.

Do you understand? "

The students here have already started to wonder what project to choose.

The girls looked at each other in confusion. Most of them were ladies in their families and had never participated in these competitions. They didn't know what events they could choose.

"Don't worry, we will soon know where your talents lie."

The virtual butler reached out and took a cloak. Amidst everyone's puzzled gazes, he walked to the first student with a smile and put the cloak on the boy.

"It will tell us everything..."

"What the hell is this?" Before the boy could figure out what was going on, the cloak wrapped around him suddenly fluttered gently, and a long, sharp tail was revealed from the back of the cloak.

"Young man, let me see if you're suited to working in a factory screwing screws, taking the civil service exam, or growing flowers and vegetables and building houses."

"Who are you?" The boy struggled and suddenly found that there was no one around him.

The dean and the strange teacher were gone. He was the only one sitting alone in the hall, and the cloak behind him seemed to be talking.

"Me? You can call me Mr. Cloak, or you can call me Mr. Ray."

The cloak flew up with a whoosh, the fins spread out, and the long tail with barbs looked particularly dangerous.

"What is this? Where are the others? What kind of monster are you?" The boy stood up, but his legs went weak and he knelt down again. He was so scared that tears came out.

"Hmm... I see, I see. Your talent lies in playing chess? You are actually a child who loves chess, I can't tell at all." The manta ray flew over the boy's head, and the boy seemed to hear the sound of the sea.

"You're talking nonsense! I... I don't like it..." The boy wiped his tears and said stubbornly, but he was obviously lacking in confidence.

"Then do you want to choose the path of Go?" Lord Manta hovered in front of the young man and said in a muffled voice.

"No, my grandfather asked me to learn martial arts, and I want to participate in martial arts competitions." The boy lowered his head. The voices of his grandfather and father scolding him seemed to still be in his ears. He was not worthy of having dreams or hobbies.

His family has been in the military for generations, but why is it that his generation is just a waste? Not to mention holding a sword or a gun, he can't even win in a normal fight.

"Really? But you are a weakling!" Lord Manta didn't quite understand the young man in front of him. It was obvious that his talent was in Go, and he would be a good student as long as he calmed down. Why did he have to insist on practicing martial arts?

"I'm not!"

“But if you choose to practice martial arts, the result of the evolution of big data is that when you are 20 years old and go to the battlefield, you will be stabbed to death in the trenches within three days.

"Being completely defenseless and dying a miserable death—is that really what you want?" Master Manta kindly reminded him.

"No, it's impossible!"

"This is data, and data doesn't lie."

"I...I...want to learn martial arts."

“You’ll die.”

"I don't want to learn Go, I can only learn martial arts."

“But you’ll die.”

"Woo woo woo woo! I want to learn Go, I want to choose Go!" The boy's mind was filled with the manta ray's "You will die!"

The other people in the hall looked at the boy with strange expressions. As soon as the boy put on the cloak, he seemed to be having a seizure.

Sometimes he was chattering, sometimes he was crying, and now he was howling loudly. Just choose Go, why do you have to be so excited?

Dumbledore just smiled and wrote the boy's name and the project he chose on a piece of white paper.

Qian Qiansui closed the technology tree. Currently, the papermaking technology team consists of six people, and the research progress has exceeded 80%. The virtual teacher goes offline after teaching for a fixed time every day.

In order to make these workers work hard and be loyal, she had to open the meditation pavilion at night to provide them with ideological education.

The categories of the competition have been announced. With such a short time left, Qian Qiansui had to use the power of the system to conduct a big data comparison of the examiners' preferences and various test questions in recent years.

Try to guess at least some of the questions before the exam to increase your chances of winning.

"Big sister, are you used to living in the academy?" Qian Qiansui accompanied Qian Qianhui out. His little niece was of school age and had already started studying in the girls' academy.

"Chitose, I have never felt so free. There will never be a better day than now."

After the divorce, Qian Qianhui's husband and mother-in-law were sent to prison. With Qian Qiansui's arrangement, it would be difficult for the two to get out. Qian Qianhui took away all the property of herself and her husband's family.

She now lives in the academy, so she doesn't have to interact with too many people and doesn't have to hear all that messy gossip.

She only has to look after the children all day long, and she can learn more after the children go to school. Her life is fulfilling and meaningful. If there was nothing she needed to buy, she would probably still be on the mountain and unwilling to come down.

"Big sister, there is something I want to ask you for help with." Qian Qiansui said while sitting in the carriage, holding Qian Qianhui's hand.

Qian Qianhui immediately said, "Is the academy short of money? I still have some savings."

"No, no, I want my elder sister to help me with my business."

The papermaking technology will soon be successfully developed, and Qian Qiansui certainly cannot keep this golden egg without exchanging it for money, but it is too difficult to find someone around her who is trustworthy, has free time, and is good at business. At this time, Qian Qianhui is the best candidate.

There is no one in the Qian family who doesn’t know how to do business.

"Me? Can I do it?" Qian Qianhui said unconfidently.

Qian Qiansui nodded heavily. Her papermaking workshop would start operation soon.

"Then... let me try."

At this time, there was a noisy sound outside the car. Qian Qiansui lifted the car curtain and looked out. A luxurious and majestic ceremonial procession walked in from the gate of the capital, and people could see it from a long distance.

"what is this?"

Qian Qianhui also saw this and whispered, "The Heavenly Sacrifice is about to begin, and the princes from all over the country have returned to the capital one after another."