After being reborn, the school beauty's entire family knelt down to repent.

“Dad,” Chen Ming met his father’s gaze, his eyes resolute, “Times have changed.”

He continued, "The agricultural school is certainly good, but I have greater ambitions."

"What ambitions?" Chen Yitian put down his chopsticks, looked at his son, and asked.

"I want to do something big," Chen Ming said firmly, his eyes gleaming.

"In the future, Shantou will be full of opportunities. I want to go there and try my luck to realize my life's value."

"Gold everywhere?" Chen Yitian repeated his son's words, somewhat puzzled.

Is it really as good there as you say?

"Dad, you have to believe me," Chen Ming said earnestly.

"I have a feeling that Shantou will become the center of future economic development, and I want to go there to seize the opportunities and start a business."

Looking into his son's confident eyes, Chen Yitian was filled with mixed emotions.

He sighed, picked up a piece of pickled vegetable, chewed it slowly, and said nothing more.

He knew his son was determined and couldn't be persuaded otherwise.

He was just worried that his son would encounter difficulties while he was away from home alone.

"Have you... thought it through?" Chen Yitian finally couldn't help but ask, his tone tinged with helplessness.

"Yes, I've thought it through." Chen Ming nodded firmly.

Chen Yitian sighed again and silently ate his meal.

Chen Yitian picked up a piece of food and chewed it slowly.

After a long while, he sighed again, put down his chopsticks, looked at Chen Ming, and slowly said:

“Go, child.” His voice was hoarse, with a slight, almost imperceptible tremor.

"Go do what you want to do, Dad supports you." He knew he couldn't stop his son's dream.

She understood her son's ambition and could only silently support him and pray for his success.

Chen Ming looked at his father, a warm feeling welling up inside him. He nodded solemnly.

He said firmly, "Don't worry, Dad."

......

Misfortune never comes singly; a piece of news exploded through the village like a thunderclap.

A large coal mine was discovered in Shanxi, causing coal prices to plummet.

This unexpected turn of events directly impacted Chen Ming's electric blanket business, and the electric blankets that were previously in high demand suddenly became unwanted.

The villagers who were previously enthusiastic about electric blankets are now wilted like frostbitten eggplants.

Some people are even beginning to regret their initial decision when they started mass production.

Some villagers had invested all their savings, and now they were watching the market plummet.

They all went to Chen Ming, clamoring to get their money back.

Someone said in a forceful tone: "Chen Ming, we agreed to make money together. Now that we've lost money, you have to return our money!"

Some people cried out, "Chen Ming, I've invested all my savings, even my life savings! If you don't give me my money back, how am I supposed to live?"

"Yes, Chen Ming, my family is counting on this money to get through the New Year. You can't cheat us!" The villagers said one after another, asking Chen Ming for their investment.

"Xiaoming, these electric blankets are probably not going to sell well. Look at my money..." The village chief rubbed his hands, looking troubled.

“Yes, with coal so cheap, who would still use an electric blanket?” another villager chimed in.

Chen Jianjun's face was deathly pale, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

He grabbed Chen Ming's arm, his voice trembling:

"Xiaoming, what are we going to do? We've invested so much money, and now it's all stuck with us!"

He spoke rapidly, his voice trembling with a hint of tears.

"This is all we have! If we lose it, we'll truly have nothing left!"

He paced back and forth, rubbing his hands together incessantly.

"This...this...what should we do?" He paused.

He grabbed Chen Ming's shoulder again, "You'd better think of something! We can't just sit here and wait to die!"

He patted Chen Jianjun on the shoulder, signaling him to calm down.

"Second Uncle, don't panic," Chen Ming said calmly.

"I'll find a way to solve this." He paused, his gaze sweeping over the anxious faces of the crowd. He had to make a decision as soon as possible to stop the panic from spreading.

"The most important thing now is to keep everyone calm," Chen Ming thought. "We can't let them lose their composure."

He looked around, his eyes firm, and his tone resolute: "Those who want a refund, I'll refund them all! Not a penny less!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked.

The previously noisy scene instantly fell silent; everyone was stunned, unable to believe their ears.

Chen Jianjun was so anxious he jumped up and down. He grabbed Chen Ming's arm and shook it violently.

"Xiaoming, are you crazy! Do you know what you're saying? This is all our savings! If you back out, what are we going to do?" His voice was hoarse with emotion.

"Second Uncle, don't worry, listen to me." Chen Ming patted Chen Jianjun's shoulder firmly to comfort him, then said in a firm tone,

"I already have a plan in mind. Although the situation is not good right now, I believe we can definitely get through this difficult time."

He paused, a confident glint in his eyes.

"I will refund everyone's money, but the electric blanket business will not end here."

Chen Ming patted him on the shoulder again, his tone full of confidence, "I have my own plans."

As more and more people gathered, Uncle Chen Ming and his second uncle also heard about the commotion in the village and rushed over.

As soon as his uncle arrived, he grabbed Chen Ming's hand and said loudly, "Xiao Ming, don't listen to them! Your electric blanket is so good, it's sure to sell! Your uncle supports you, and I absolutely won't refund my share!"

In the end, most villagers chose to withdraw their investment, and only a few who still had faith in Chen Ming stayed.

After the villagers left, the courtyard was a mess, as if it had been ransacked by locusts.

Chen Jianjun slumped on a broken wooden stool in the yard, his face paler than paper, his lips trembling, unable to speak for a long time.

He clutched a few crumpled banknotes tightly in his hand; they were his last hope and all his possessions.

Chen Ming squatted down in front of him and gently patted his knee. "Second Uncle, don't worry, there's always a way out. Besides, I also have dividends from the fishpond."

Chen Jianjun waved his hand weakly, "Xiaoming, this is all our possessions! Now..." He choked up and couldn't finish his sentence.

Chen Ming knew that his second uncle was feeling bad, so he didn't say much and just stayed with him silently.

After a long while, Chen Jianjun finally recovered and let out a long sigh.

"Sigh, never mind, it's all in the past. Xiaoming, how much money do we have left?"

Chen Ming pulled a small notebook out of his pocket, which was filled with detailed accounts.

He did the math carefully. "Second Uncle, after the refund, we'll have... less than 30,000 yuan left."

"Thirty thousand yuan..." Chen Jianjun muttered to himself, his eyes vacant.

"This amount of money isn't enough to make that many electric blankets!"