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Chapter 32: [The Stubbornness of Youth]

"Brother..."

Liu Zhuohao had just finished washing up and was about to glance at the computer where files were being transferred when his parents came out of the bedroom.

Although they were still sleepy-eyed, their faces were filled with deep worry.

"Can your night market stall... stay afloat?" the father asked directly, his voice hoarse. "If it really doesn't work out, we won't force you."

"Either focus on one thing and don't try to do two things at once."

Clearly, their own exhaustion last night had kept them up at night.

"Making money is not as important as health," the mother chimed in, her eyes scanning the room, probably worried that her complexion was still as sallow as when she returned last night. "The whole family being together is better than anything else."

Liu Zhuohao listened without saying a word.

Their attitude is completely different from what it was two months ago.

It was probably from the past two months, when they saw me setting up a breakfast stall every morning, that they realized I was a hard-working person who was truly determined to make something of myself.

But now, rather than making themselves suffer, they prefer to have a more stable life.

But will he listen?

will not.

He didn't listen when they told him not to set up a stall, and he's even less likely to listen now that they're advising him not to work so hard.

Lie down, be at ease, a salary of four or five thousand is enough for the whole family to be together?

Liu Zhuohao had heard these words once before in his previous life, and he even took them to heart, and lived a peaceful life for a while, but it was very short-lived.

At that time, lying flat had become the mainstream.

Liu Zhuohao didn't know what the others thought.

But he was "forced" to lie down.

At that time, after paying off the debts he incurred from his failed business ventures, he casually took a customer service job and drifted through the two months, spending his days typing, drinking milk tea, and chatting with his colleagues.

That was a choice I was forced to make as an only child, facing both my aging parents and the lack of progress in my career, with no future in sight.

Deep down, Liu Zhuohao was actually very unwilling to live an ordinary life.

If he succeeds, he will definitely be willing to seize the opportunity, showcase his abilities, and make a name for himself.

So later, he set sail again.

Some things you have to decide for yourself.

What others say doesn't matter.

Even if your parents speak their hearts out, it won't affect you.

Even if their initial intention was certainly for their own good, it's one thing to do what's best for oneself, but whether it's the right choice is another matter entirely.

Now, all he wants to do is hold on to the opportunities he once missed.

"Dad, Mom..." Liu Zhuohao's voice softened, but his tone was firm. "Go to sleep, don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

After he finished speaking, there was a moment of silence in the living room.

The parents exchanged a glance, their eyes conveying so much, but in the end, they said nothing more.

Compared to the repeated and persistent persuasion I had received.

At this moment, they have realized that they have "grown up" and will not be easily persuaded.

Although she felt sorry for herself, she didn't say anything more, nor did she go to sleep. Instead, she waited for her to leave in the living room, telling her to be careful on the way.

They did not go back inside.

The mother turned around, poured a glass of hot water, and placed it on the table. The father sat on the bench, staring silently at the unlit television.

Liu Zhuohao packed his things and walked to the door.

Be careful on the road.

My father's voice came from behind me, very softly.

"Why."

Liu Zhuohao responded and pushed open the door, stepping into the cold darkness of the early morning.

……

……

Is it normal for someone to set up a night market stall the night before and then continue setting up their stall at 6 a.m. the next morning?

Actually, that's normal.

No, it should be said that this is the norm.

This incident even made Huang Weixiong, a young man who had just graduated from school, worry that he might suddenly die.

For parents who have never run a business, seeing their children get up after only three or four hours of sleep only makes them feel sorry for them.

But in reality, it is extremely common.

No matter the region, in many corners of the city, a couple who might sell barbecue and fried noodles at night might sell breakfast in the same or different places in the morning.

A restaurant that sells mala tang (spicy hot pot) at night might switch to selling porridge and steamed buns in the morning.

Not to mention those who work during the day and drive for ride-hailing services or food delivery at night.

For those who are unwilling to settle for mediocrity and want to strive for success, the way to accumulate more experience is to take on multiple jobs, which is also known as involution.

When Liu Zhuohao arrived at the warehouse, he saw that the lights were on inside.

He was taken aback. He went inside and saw that Huang Weixiong had somehow gotten hold of a dilapidated recliner, was curled up on it, and had a coat draped over his body.

Hearing footsteps, he suddenly woke up, his eyes bloodshot, and he looked very confused as he yawned.

"Boss..."

His voice was hoarse, and he coughed lightly, trying to appear more energetic.

"You didn't go back?"

Liu Zhuohao frowned. "Didn't I say you're only running a breakfast stall?"

Seeing him sitting there, he understood the other person's intentions without even thinking.

"I went home, took a shower, and even took a nap."

Huang Weixiong scratched the back of his head as he stood up, his sleepy eyes gleaming with a forced sense of determination. "But I was thinking, since I've started working for you, I should at least..."

"Go back now!" Liu Zhuohao interrupted him, his brows furrowed. "There's a tough battle tonight. You haven't rested well; will you be able to hold on?"

"I can keep up!" Huang Weixiong rubbed his stiff neck, his tone still a bit defiant. "I can stay up all night at school playing games and finishing assignments, and still go to class as usual the next day, no problem!"

"Nonsense!" Liu Zhuohao's voice turned serious, carrying the sternness of someone with experience. "How can those be the same thing?!"

He snapped coldly, "Do you think this is a contest of who can endure the longest? This is physical labor, repetitive work. We stand for hours on end, it takes effort, and we have to keep a smile on our faces, understand?"

"I..." Huang Weixiong was stunned by these harsh words. His lips moved, "If you can do it, so can I!"

He remained stubborn.

"I can do it? I'm not like you!"

Liu Zhuohao replied, "Putting that aside, I'm already thirty. To me, all these jobs are just paths I've already walked before."

Moreover, he had been running a breakfast stall for two months, and his body was gradually getting used to the hardship.

But this child in front of me is different!

Although he looks strong, he just graduated!

"What's different?" Huang Weixiong's voice grew increasingly stubborn. "You said it yourself last night: we're not just going to set up a stall, we're going to open a shop later!"

"I don't have a high level of education, I'm just a vocational school graduate, where can I find a decent job?"

"Boss, since you said you'd give me a chance to learn, I'll definitely stick with you."

He said it so casually, as if "following" was just a matter of two words.

Liu Zhuohao didn't reply, but just squinted at his stubborn face. After a few seconds, he said in a deep voice:

"Okay, you can follow along if you want. But let me make this clear beforehand—if you can't keep up, just do as I say and don't disrupt the rhythm of the night market stalls."

To be honest, a breakfast stall selling hand-pulled pancakes doesn't need two people. Night market stalls are the ones that really need an energetic helper.

But this child is just stubborn; he's not a bad person. In fact, he was worried that he was too tired, so he thought of lending a hand.

Fine, let him give it a try!