One week later, He Jingtian received his first payment for a translation, reaching over three hundred, almost equivalent to a month's salary for a newly employed worker.
Seeing a large stack of big reunion banknotes, He Jingtian finally felt at ease—Indeed, I can make money. Through translation, even while still in school, I can support myself and my real mother!
Money truly is one's confidence.
Especially for someone like He Jingtian, a poor boy from a mountain village with no other support besides himself.
Being able to earn a considerable amount without affecting his studies was absolutely something that brought him immense peace and pride!
"Mom, let me take you to the department store! I'll buy you a radio, so you won't feel too lonely at home listening to the broadcasts!"
"And I'll get you two new outfits, oh, right, also some snow cream, we need to buy that too!"
