As if struck by lightning.
Song Wu was dumbstruck on the spot.
It seemed she had not expected her own sister to say such a thing.
Shouldn't their family's resources be unreservedly used to help her, the younger sister?
If she became a big star, wouldn't that make everyone proud?
"Sis, how can you say something like that?"
"If I don't speak this way, then tell me how should I speak?"
Song Yanxi responded directly, "When your brother-in-law first came to Capital City, he heard you were in high school under a lot of study pressure, so he specially brought three old hens from our hometown for you."
"What did you do? Do you still remember?"
That day was clearly etched in Song Yanxi's memory; originally, they were looked down upon on the train for carrying those stinky old hens.
After getting off the train, Song Wu barely hid her disdain.
She almost had 'country bumpkin' engraved on her forehead, and now, she was interested in success.
You don't treat him as your brother-in-law, and he won't acknowledge you as his younger sister-in-law either.
"Liu Fen, you can't speak about your sister like that."
Liu Fen stepped forward and said, "Chen Pingsheng might be somewhat successful now, but you should know that once your sister becomes a big star, just one movie could bring in tens of millions. Then the money she makes will be incomparable to what Chen Pingsheng could ever earn."
"Her, a big star? Do you think today's audience is foolish?"
Song Yanxi straightforwardly argued with them, although in her mind, she was simply defending a just cause.
"My neighbor, Zhao Liying, also doesn't have an educational background or support, but do you know how hard she works?"
"She's outside practicing lines daily before dawn, spent five years as an extra, cherishing every opportunity. Now look at your daughter, who looks down on small roles, always saying this won't do and that won't do, yet she hasn't even graduated and is already dreaming about leading roles."
"If everyone with high expectations but low ability could become a big star, it would only be if my ancestors had traversed fields and faced guns."
"Otherwise, she might as well wash up and go to sleep, living in a daydream."
"Hmph," Liu Fen also wasn't one to back down easily, it was okay to criticize her eldest daughter.
Talking about her son-in-law was no issue, but criticizing her younger daughter Song Wu was absolutely not okay.
The reason was simple, she had invested too much in her.
The hopes for the future also rested on her younger daughter.
If she couldn't become a big star, wouldn't her own life be devoid of hope?
"It's the first time I'm hearing a sister speak so about her own sister, Song Yanxi, you've really moved up in the world."
"Exactly, I'm just telling the truth,"
Song Yanxi said, "I just hope she can be more grounded and not spend all day pursuing those unrealistic dreams."
Arguments within a family are quite normal.
Song Wu didn't feel particularly wronged. She was just upset that her own sister wouldn't help her.
As the younger sister, that was what her elder sister was supposed to contribute.
If Chen Pingsheng were here, he'd probably laugh at her for this.
He was purely impressed by Zhao Liying's hard work, which is why he thought about investing to help her.
For him, becoming a minor celebrity in the entertainment industry depended on luck.
Becoming a major celebrity depended on support, but maintaining stardom absolutely required integrity.
Someone like his younger sister-in-law Song Wu, if someone helped her, she'd only think it was expected.
Such people, he could see through at a glance.
Could those big directors and major backers not see through it too?
Nobody was willing to promote such a person to a higher position.
So in fact, Song Yanxi wasn't wrong.
The family ended up parting in discord once again, but Song Wu silently swore to herself that one day she would prove herself on her own.
You all are nothing but short-sighted; the river flows east for thirty years, west for another thirty.
Today you ignore me, tomorrow I'll be beyond your reach.
She even hummed a few lines at the end.
After eating, Song Yanxi took Little An'an back to Beixin'an, where her true home was.
…
Beixin'an, East Street Second Shop.
Six cashiers remained busy as ever; the recharge event was still booming.
This shop had truly flourished and after this recharge event, the profits here would undoubtedly hit a new high.
As for Chen Pingsheng himself, he was already planning activities for three more shops.
"Ding, your cumulative income is six hundred and eighty thousand, would you like to enable random multiplier?"
Except for the first day of the May Day holidays, he opted for the random multiplier.
The rest of the time, he accumulated.
After six days, he had successfully reached 680,000.
The exciting moment had arrived; he had never rolled a tenfold before.
If he could roll it today, he would be completely made.
"Start."
Chen Pingsheng sat in the small office of the second store, his face full of anticipation as he stared at those two golden dice.
It wasn't long.
His luck was really good.
The first die showed the maximum five, and the second die was also a five.
What he thought came true, he deserved to get rich.
"Congratulations host, you received a tenfold random amplification."
"Ding, your Alipay account has received 6.80 million, balance 7,050,000."
Awesome… it just couldn't be too awesome.
It was enough to buy a house in full, but he still had to pay the remaining three million investment to Yang Jiancheng first.
How to spend the remaining four million was a question!
No rush, no rush.
This time, rolling a massive tenfold amplification was definitely a delightful surprise.
The recharge event at the East Street second store still had twenty days left.
In those twenty days, by the most conservative estimate, he could bring in two million.
Then, he would receive another random amplification for accumulating one million.
It all depended on how many times it could multiply.
If he rolled another tenfold.
Three hundred square meters wouldn't be enough for him.
The house must start from five hundred square meters.
Moreover, with three other stores hosting events in June, by July, he would have at least ten million in savings.
Suddenly having so much money, he shouldn't buy a second-hand Panamera.
Back home, Chen Pingsheng joyfully discussed houses with Song Yanxi.
Women just can't resist houses.
The two looked from the eighth till the end of the month.
Initially, Song Yanxi was content with smaller apartments.
She was very satisfied with those around a hundred square meters.
Chen Pingsheng grimaced and sneered coldly, not considering anything below four hundred square meters now.
Quietly, he was cursed by those real estate salespeople as pretentious.
Women could really look at houses from the beginning to the end of the year.
In the end, they selected three.
"Husband, look at this one, two hundred sixty square meters, fully furnished, north to south facing, good location, great view."
"Then there's this one, three hundred twenty square meters, full payment seven million, a bit pricey but the decoration is really good."
"And this one, four hundred eighty square meters seems a bit too large, too high-priced, we could just manage to scrape it together with a ten-year installment plan."
Song Yanxi chose those three, and Chen Pingsheng had seen them all too.
They were doable, but they still didn't meet his criteria.
When it comes to houses, either don't buy or must buy the best.
"Look wife, didn't we also see a small villa?"
"Give it up."
If a villa was put in the countryside, building it yourself would only cost a few to several millions.
But if it was in the bustling Capital City, the price absolutely stops commoners in their tracks.
The house they saw was a two-story small villa, over six hundred square meters including an upper and lower floor, with a small yard.
In Capital City, she didn't even dare to dream of such a house.
Song Yanxi said, "Let's stay practical and just choose from these three, forget the small villa, fifteen million in full, even if I sold myself, I wouldn't be worth that much."
"Nonsense, how can my wife be measured by money?"
Chen Pingsheng replied, "Just trust me, none of these three, we want that small villa. It's just over ten million, am I short of that money?"
Though he said he wasn't short of money.
Actually, he couldn't quite afford that much right now.
By the end of May, the recharge event at the second store had completely ended.
And it was time for him to multiply his accumulated income randomly, really looking forward to it.
Whether to live in a community or a small villa, it all depended on this round.
"Ding, congratulations to the host, your cumulative income is 1.52 million, would you like to enable random multiplication?"
After the May Day holiday, he had never activated random multiplication again.
Accumulating over twenty days, East Street's second store had once again recharged nearly three million.
And his income was also brimming over.
With this income, just drawing a seven-fold could let him buy that small villa outright.
Being able to live in a house with a backyard in Capital City was something unimaginable in the past.
"Enable."
Two golden dice emerged again.
The first die wobbled and stopped on three.
The second die was also a three.
[Congratulations to the host, you have obtained a random six-fold increase.]
[Ding, 9.12 million has been credited to your Alipay account, with a balance of 13.5 million.]
Just a little bit more, it was just a little bit more.
Beforehand, he had seven million, and after paying off the three million debt from the TV series investment, he was left with four million.
Just when he was thinking that he only needed to wait a few more days to gather the full payment for the small villa, his phone rang.
It was that female real estate salesperson, a pretty girl.
"Hello, Chen."
"What's up?"
"Are you still sure about that small villa? Today, two more people came to see it, both liked it a lot. If you're not sure, I can only sell it to them."
A trap, it was definitely a trap.
Although he knew at a glance that this was a sales tactic commonly used, he was still somewhat nervous.
The main reason was, he really liked that small villa.
Besides, house prices had truly risen rapidly in the last two years; everyone was buying on the rise, not on the fall.
Under such circumstances, there was really no worry about selling the house.
Chen Pingsheng drove his Panamera to the agency.
Selling villas in Capital City, just selling two or three a year, one's income could be over a million.
Absolutely a high-income group.
This girl drove a BMW Z4 herself, paired with her oval face and long legs, as well as a generous heart.
Quite glamorous.
"Chen, you couldn't find a second villa like this in Beixin'an. If it weren't for the owner rushing to go abroad, he wouldn't have sold it so quickly," she said.
Once he arrived, Zhang Yan took him to see the house.
"Chen, to be honest with you, aside from the price, everything else about this house is negotiable."
What did that mean, what else about this house could be negotiated aside from the price?
Chen Pingsheng did remember some rumors he had heard.
"If I pay in full today, can you provide a one-time service?"
Zhang Yan's face turned red, although that was also true, saying it so bluntly seemed to lack something.
"Chen, don't tease me like that. With your status, what kind of woman can't you get? If you really fancy me, I'll take you out to dinner some other time. I'm still falling short of my performance targets right now."
Such a great figure.
As Zhang Yan spoke, she almost pressed her chest completely against him.
According to their sales terminology, this was the final push before closing the deal.
If it succeeded, she could earn at least three hundred thousand.
This was similar to some luxury car salespeople, who, for the sake of closing that final deal, accompanying clients to meals was more than normal.
Chen Pingsheng quietly moved away from her, this was the meaning of making money.
Dressed stylishly, beautiful and wealthy like Zhang Yan.
She was the goddess of countless people, and absolutely the envy of the whole village back home.
Now, to sell a house, she was even willing to offer a one-time service proactively.
He felt that if there was a first time, there would be a second time.
Chen Pingsheng called Song Yanxi, not really to help her but mainly because he really liked the small villa.
"It's good to decide early."
"Look, Yan, I'm not the guy you're thinking of. I really like this house, and I'm just a bit short on cash. If you could find a way to lower the price a bit more, I'd pay in full right away."
"Chen, you know how the real estate prices are outside; they change every day. Not having a price increase in a few days here would already be good news."
Zhang Yan had seen her fair share of the world's rough waves and was naturally willing to engage in small talk and entertain clients for a sizable commission.
It was just a matter of closing her eyes and then opening them again.
Undress quickly, slow down when pulling up the trousers, and maybe do a little dance to keep the client happy.
Once the money was in hand, she was the village goddess again.
Song Yanxi arrived, and this small villa was entirely designed in French architectural style.
Walking through the main entrance, one faces a guest area right away.
The whole living room is very spacious and even has side windows, with scenic trees outside.
To the north is a Western-style kitchen island and a large Chinese dining room.
The entire interior was beautifully designed.
The dining room also has a high ceiling, instantly elevating its sophistication.
Outside the dining room is a large terrace where one could enjoy the breeze and the view in summer.
It can be said to be very enjoyable.
If there's any flaw, it would probably be the high price.
Fifteen million, certainly out of reach for most people.
"Honey, if you really like this house, I'm thinking of buying it today."
"So soon?"
"Your birthday is in a couple of days, right? Consider this house your birthday gift."
Since the price couldn't be lowered, those so-called one-time services were completely unnecessary.
Chen Pingsheng wanted to give his wife and children an explanation, and soon enough, it would be her birthday.
Her twenty-sixth birthday.
Song Yanxi was both touched and embarrassed, pulling him aside to quietly ask, "What's the situation with you? This place costs fifteen million, can you really bring up that much money?"
"I'm just a bit short."
"A bit short means how much exactly?"
"About two million."
"What? You're only short two million?"
This meant he could come up with thirteen million.
Song Yanxi couldn't believe it; when did her man have so much private savings?
She had no idea.
"To be more precise, I'm short one and a half million. I plan to transfer two million from the fruit shop's account and pay it back in a few days."
This needed to be discussed in advance with Zhang Tao and Liu Jing.
Given their relationship, knowing that he was buying a house, they definitely wouldn't object.
This time, Song Yanxi was genuinely shocked by him.
Chen Pingsheng went with Zhang Yan to sign the contract, putting the house under both their names.
Paying fifteen million felt like lifting a huge stone off his chest.
Having been in the Capital for six years, he finally had a real home of his own.
Not just he was happy, Song Yanxi was obviously even happier.
She stood in every corner of the house taking photos.
Then she edited the pictures and posted them to her social network.
The title was "My husband's twenty-sixth birthday gift to me, a home."
"Thank you, husband. I love you."
Below were nine grid pictures.
They showed the house's upscale kitchen, the chic dining room, the large terrace, an independent children's room on the second floor, a walk-in closet,
and the small villa's favorite feature: the backyard.
Where one could enjoy the breeze and have a barbecue, it was all inclusive.
This house, the more you look at it, the more you like it.
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