Chapter 3: Give an inch, take an ell

  "Dad, didn't you just say we were going to chat for a bit? Why aren't you saying anything?" Pang Guang asked while fiddling with his phone.

  "Oh, right." Director Pang rubbed his head and thought for half a day, but couldn't recall what he was going to say just now.

  Pang Guang waited for a while and didn't see any further response, so he urged impatiently: "Dad, such an expensive phone can't just be used to make calls, later I still want to play some games on it. If there's something you want to say, hurry up and say it, I'll definitely think carefully and understand thoroughly."

  "You little stinker, can't you be serious for once?" Pang Dahu was both annoyed and affectionate towards this son of his.

  "Didn't I say I'm thinking seriously? Not serious enough?" Pang Guang stuck out his tongue and changed the subject: "Dad, I think I love you to death now. Considering how generous you are in taking out your private money to buy me gifts, I've been thinking of picking and choosing what's useful to say about you and your mistress, and not saying anything that's useless."

  No exception, Pongdang Tiger is also a stir-fried chestnut board.

  "Give me back my phone. What mistress? What corrupt official? You little brat, stop spouting nonsense! I'm a man of integrity, and the cigarettes I smoke are all 5 yuan a pack." Pang Datou puffed out his chest and glared with his eyes, then let out a sigh and thought it was time to get serious. He began to cut to the chase: "I just received a call from the principal of Bai Shui Middle School. They've made their stance clear - either you transfer schools or they'll expel you."

  "What's the big deal?" Pang Guang stuffed his phone into his pocket with a smirk: "Just transfer schools again, anyway, it's all about making money, whether it's this school or that one."

  "Do you think any school would still accept you?" Pang Dahu couldn't take the look on Pang Guang's face: "But you lucky kid, Uncle Duan has already helped you out and arranged a spot for you at Dongcheng Middle School. Tomorrow we'll move to our new house in the Dongcheng district."

  "Wow, Dad, you're really something, having houses everywhere and moving in no time." Pang Guang took advantage of the situation to flatter him, patting his horse's buttocks until they were red.

  "Stinky brat, that's the dormitory assigned to your old man by the organization." Pang Dahu glared at Pang Guang: "Didn't you also live there for a while when you were young?"

  "You're talking about that birdcage on New Street?" Pang Guang rubbed his head, thought for a moment, and disdainfully said: "Is that something people live in? The whole house put together is still smaller than my room."

  "What do you want to live in? I'll build a villa for you?" Pang Dahu was speechless: "How about with a big garden?"

  "That's okay, it would be best to dig another swimming pool... actually, there is no need for a villa that luxurious, although Dad has a lot of money from corruption, he can't be too showy and attract attention, just buying a five-bedroom two-hall one will do." Pang Guang said with a smile.

  "Keep dreaming." Pang Da Hu, as usual, raised his hand and gave a loud slap on the back of Pang Guang's head: "It's still a five-room, two-hall house, if it weren't for your old man working in the East City District, you little brat wouldn't even have a place to live, after school you can sleep on the streets, this time don't get into trouble again."

  "Even sleeping on the streets, I have my parents with me, what's there to be afraid of?" Pang Guang ignored Pang Dahu and said: "If we move, then we'll move, but you must promise me one thing, not a single item in my room can be left behind, everything must be brought along."

  The next day, Pang Dahu watched as the large and small luggage was loaded onto a truck, then drove the car to follow closely behind it to the East City District.

  "Dad, my birthday is in two days. Can I choose a gift for myself? I've thought about it and this time I must make a fresh start and study hard, striving to improve every day. The gift I want is closely related to my life and studies, okay?" Pang Guang suddenly asked.

  "Aren't you already given a gift? What more gifts do you want." Pang Dahu, who was carefully driving to the Dongcheng District, did not expect his son to suddenly ask such a question.

  "I want a car, not a 1:12 scale licensed replica toy car, but a real one that can be driven."

  "Can it really move on its own? You think I'm made of money, don't you?" Pang Da Hu's mind wandered off for a moment, and he slammed on the brakes, staring at Pang Guang in disbelief.

  "Cut it, Dad is a corrupt official, what's the big deal about being a nouveau riche?" Pang Guang stuck his head out from the back seat with a smile: "Look at you, fat-headed and big-eared, typical corrupt official style, that image can definitely kill a large number of fans."

  "With a screech, Pang Da Hu had already stopped the car: 'You little brat, you haven't been beaten for three days and now you're being reckless, is that right? Your old man is law-abiding and walks the straight path, if you continue to spout nonsense I'll slap you to death.'"

  "Alright, you two are indeed a perfect pair of treasures." Pang Dahu's wife, Luo Lijing, smiled wryly as she looked at the two: "Dahu, the East City District is not like the suburbs, the commute to school is quite far. I think it would be better to buy him a motorcycle for transportation."

  "A motorcycle?" Pang Guang stared at Luo Lijun with wide eyes: "Mom, I want a four-wheeled car. As the director of the bureau, it's too embarrassing for Dad if I ride a motorcycle to school!"

  "You don't want it?" Luo Lijing's face sank: "Alright then, saved a few thousand bucks, I'll get you a public transportation card later."

  "It's fine, how can it not be fine, motorcycles are actually pretty good." Pang Guang stuck out his tongue and thought to himself that a motorcycle was just a motorcycle, at least it was better than being crowded on public transportation. He had always been slightly afraid of his sharp-tongued mother, one of three in the household.

  "Alright, it's settled then." Lori Qing contentedly patted Pang Guang's head.

  Dongcheng District, as the provincial capital, has complete infrastructure such as hospitals, schools, office buildings, commercial plazas, squares, and parks. Pang Guang lived here for three years, but later had to return to Baishui Middle School in the suburbs due to "harassing" female classmates, and never came back to Dongcheng District again.

  "Pang Guang, wait a minute, I'll take you to Uncle Duan's house for a visit. He made a lot of effort to help you with your studies this time...". Their luggage was not much, and the electrical appliances and furniture were all in Pang Datou's dormitory. Only Pang Guang had more personal belongings. After the moving company people moved their things into the hall, Pang Datou said to Pang Guang, who was looking around at the surroundings.

  "Don't get into trouble, okay? My ears are already numb. By the way, Dad, where do you and Mom sleep at night? And this house doesn't even have a computer, it's too miserable!?" Pang Guang had long known that this house only had one bedroom and one living room, but when he lived here as a child, he didn't think there was anything wrong with the three of them sleeping together. Now that he's grown up, the first thing he thought of was how to solve the problem of where to sleep.

  Pang Da Hu was furious and spat out blood: "You little brat, don't change the subject. I'm talking to you about something serious. Later, I'll go with your mom to buy a folding bed, this has nothing to do with you."

  "Can't be, right? With your build, don't torture the folding bed anymore, and besides, add an 80-kilogram old mom?" Pang Guang looked at Pang Dahu in incredulity, taking advantage of Old Mom Luo Lijing not being around, his words became more reckless.

  "You stinky kid, that's for you to sleep on." Pang Da Hu felt a bit oxygen-deprived and wanted to give Pang Guang a blast of roasted chestnuts, but Pang Guang had already dodged it with ease.

  "Pang Guang, wait a bit and I'll take you to see Uncle Duan, we'll get your school registration done." Pang Da Hu said after a moment of silence.

  "Never mind, you can go by yourself, I want to get familiar with the surroundings, so that when the time comes, I won't get lost and trouble you and mom again. You two are already old, I know it's not easy for you."

  "Alright, I'll go to Duan Shu's place, you familiarize yourself with the environment." Pang Da Hu looked at Pang Guang weakly, in over a decade, there hadn't been a single thing he asked him to do that had succeeded.

  "Huh?" Pang Guang looked at his father carefully for a few seconds, making sure he wasn't plotting anything, before finally cracking a smile: "Right, Dad, on your way back, can you bring me a computer? Mine is outdated. It doesn't have to be too high-end, but it must have an independent graphics card, and also come with a camera, speakers, earphones, and all that."

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