Now that the conversation had reached this point, and since his second uncle clearly knew what he was doing, Shen Weimin didn't press the matter. Saying any more would be like showing off in front of an expert—he'd only make a fool of himself.
When it came to personal achievements among the cousins of his generation, all he had to show for himself later in life was some dirty money, which was nothing compared to his second uncle's sons and daughters.
In the future, every single one of his cousins would either become a professor or expert from a prestigious university, or they would simply kick back as a landlord or landlady who didn't have to lift a finger. Their lives couldn't have been more carefree.
It was best to let nature take its course, lest his good intentions accidentally backfire. His Changqing, on the other hand, had earned plenty of money but had worked her fingers to the bone, never knowing a single day of peace.
