As he spoke, he didn’t mean to let go.

Zhao Chuanxin scratched his head: "Is it heavy?"

"It's not heavy."

"..." Zhao Chuanxin continued to ask: "Can you still carry it?"

"Yes."

"Then you continue."

"Okay, sir."

Benjamin Goldberg suddenly felt a little lost: "Sir, I know my parents are worried about me. However, various pictures always appear in my mind, and I can't control them."

Zhao Chuanxin was stunned.

This child has not always been heartless, but also a little sentimental.

After thinking for a while, he took out a cigarette and lit it, sat on the lawn and puffed away: "The last thing people should do is to be mentally exhausted. You are a talent, they are just mortals, so they don't understand. For example, I am very

Excellent, but when I had no money, people thought I was just a street kid."

Benjamin Goldberg curiously asked: "Sir, what is a street kid?"

"Well, I was just idle and making trouble." Zhao Chuanxin flicked the ashes of his cigarette and continued: "Later, when I became rich, they said I was little Bolchovik."

"I know this." Benjamin Goldberg said excitedly: "I have read that book."

"Haha, so you should understand that as long as you are excellent, others will not see you as good. Because they are ordinary, they want to bring you to the same level as them. If they succeed, you will regret it. You will find that,

The moment you become what they want you to be, your talent has left you, and the highlight of your life is extinguished at that moment."

"Really?" Benjamin Goldberg's eyes were bright. It was the first time he heard someone interpret his peculiarity from this perspective.

"Really." Zhao Chuanxin said firmly. "As long as you retain your abilities, reality and ordinary people's opinions are simply insignificant. Why bother with them? Don't worry, what your parents are worried about is nothing more than your future. But you see

, I will pay you a reward now. I think the money you make in a day is more than your father."

"Sir, will you save this money for me?"

"Why do you want me to save it for you?"

"Because if one day my parents insist on extinguishing the fire in my mind, I will use this money to convince them!"

Zhao Chuanxin gave a thumbs up: "You know how to slap people in the face, and there are a lot of them."

Freddy Pavitt, who was busy contacting several universities, heard the gunfire and ran out to check.

When he saw Benjamin Goldberg, Marcus Nkrumah and Zhao Chuanxin playing on the grass, he suddenly felt a big headache.

Seriously, sir, why is it like a donkey, which keeps going backwards when being held back? The more you don’t let it do it, the harder it will do it?

Zhao Chuanxin saw him and shouted: "Freddy, go find some steel for me, I will be of great use!"

Freddie Pavitt: "..."
Chapter completed!