At the Ministry of Revenue, Zhou Shuren and Qiu Yan were sipping tea together. Qiu Yan's eyes were full of envy, while Zhou Shuren couldn't conceal a hint of pride. His son had made him proud. They hadn't had much of a chat yesterday, but today he had come to realize just how capable the young man was.
Qiu Yan was full of sour grapes, "I really envy you."
Zhou Shuren nodded, "I understand, I understand."
Of Qiu Yan's several sons, only the eldest had some promising aspects, raised under strict discipline, while the others were truly lackluster.
Getting choked up, the sour taste in Qiu Yan's heart intensified, striking him at his core, "Ah, we are both fathers teaching our sons."
Zhou Shuren gave him a look that said the problem lay with you. When he first arrived, his own children were not doing well either, but hadn't he taught them bit by bit?
Qiu Yan, "..."
He had to admit, Zhou Shuren was taking some inner delight. If it had been his own son, he'd feel proud too!
