Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Before, a neighbor had tried to arrange a match for my older sister.

My parents refused outright, saying she was still young and they didn’t want her married off so early.

But that night, I heard them doing the math.

Marrying off a daughter and getting 80,000 yuan in bride price was already considered a lot.

Usually, people only gave thirty or forty thousand.

Take First Sister, for example. She could earn 24,000 yuan for the family in a single year. In just two or three years, she could earn back the amount of a bride price.

As long as they didn’t marry her off, she could keep making money for the family!

I used to hate them. They were like vampires, determined to suck us dry.

But none of us had a choice but to obey.

Because they would cry. They would act weak. They would guilt-trip us, and they would even kneel to us.

Back when I was in school, my parents would use me to hold my sisters hostage too. If they didn’t send money, they would make me drop out.

Chapter 14

I was no longer the puppet who let others pull my strings.

I had seen the world now.

After I talked myself hoarse explaining the stakes to my sisters, they all quit their jobs at once and took the train over.

My life became even busier.

During the day, I still had classes to attend so I could improve my poise and bearing.

If Fu Zeqian needed me, I would go keep him company.

Whenever I had time, I went to the house Fu Zeqian had given me to check on my sisters.

Chapter 15

To save money, I sent Third Sister and Fifth Sister to modeling classes to learn the path of becoming models.

I sent First Sister and Second Sister to etiquette classes to learn all kinds of manners.

Fourth Sister and Sixth Sister went to dance classes to study dance.

Seventh Sister went to a chef training course to learn cooking.

All their classes were in the morning.

After class, they would come back to my place.

Then they would teach one another what they had learned in their training courses.

I made them a strict schedule, brainwashing them every day to let go of things like shame and pride-worthless garbage like that.

Our group chat was called “Big Women Rise Group.”

Every day, we also watched videos by a blogger named Wang Huiling and bought her book Grassroots Women. We didn’t just repeatedly review the content of her videos; we also had to read the contents of her book.

Every day, we held a one-hour meeting where we analyzed all of our parents’ behavior and compared it to the content in the book, so our minds could become clear.

Once all of us awakened on an ideological level, our motivation to learn grew even stronger.

They often watched modeling practice videos on their phones and searched for all kinds of videos to improve their image, temperament, and even their cooking skills.

Sometimes, at one or two in the morning, I could still see them posting the results of all kinds of practice sessions in the group.

After that, we also looked up a blogger named Ququ to learn from her. One of her lines became the motivational quote for our group: “Everything must serve me and empower me.”