Huayu became famous overnight

Chapter 200 Idols of the s
Qianying Village, Jilin Province.

A commercial vehicle drove into the village.

Soon after the news of Xu Ming's return to the village, it spread to the surrounding areas as if it had wings.

"Why are you still so thin?"

Mother Xu pinched her son's thin cheek and said with concern.

"I'm going to eat so much that I become fat. Which fan will still like me? Nowadays, young girls are fans and they only care about appearance." Xu Ming lied.

He explained seriously that he would gain three pounds when he looked on camera, but his mother simply didn't understand.

It would be better to just come here and talk nonsense.

"That's true. The girls around here are talking about you every day. Hey, when will you bring your girlfriend back?" asked Xu's mother.

Father Xu, who was smoking silently nearby, also looked over when he heard this.

Their son is successful in his career, and the only thing left for them to worry about is his marriage.

"The timing is easy to say. I'm just worried about who to bring. It will be troublesome whether I bring anyone or not." Xu Ming continued to talk nonsense.

But this time, the mother believed it without a doubt.

She knew her own son's character very well, and he was sure he would do something to harm the little girl.

"Who are you bringing? Why don't you go to heaven? I'm telling you, you are not a public figure now, don't mess around with men and women."

As Xu's mother spoke, she couldn't help but reach out and pull her son's ear.

Father Xu added fuel to the fire slowly, "There was a star named Chi in the past, the one who sang "Tears Behind Bars", and he was arrested for having affairs with a man and a woman."

Hearing the ready-made example, Xu's mother hardened her heart and grabbed Xu Ming's ear.

"Oh, Mom, be gentle, I'm just kidding..."

Xu Ming originally wanted to relive the interactions between mother and son in the past, but he never expected his mother to be serious about it.

Grinning in pain.

"I came at the wrong time."

A big man stood at the door with an embarrassed look on his face. It was the village chief Jia Changhai.

"Changhai, here you are, come and sit down."

When Xu's mother saw outsiders coming, she immediately let go of her hand, but she still had to give her son face.

"I won't sit down. I came here to remind you that the news of Ming'er's return has spread all over the place. I estimate that our village will be crowded with people soon."

Jia Changhai paused and said, "There are also many cadres in our county who are taking advantage of others. You should be careful."

As the saying goes, people are afraid of being famous and pigs are afraid of being strong.

Xu Ming’s fame has reached the level of the Wild Boar King (Xu Ming: How presumptuous of you).

Everyone knows that this guy makes money and has a lot of big mouths waiting to be fed.

"You're right to listen to me, right? When Aunt Li from next door came to visit, I knew this matter couldn't be kept secret. Hurry up and leave. It's okay if you're blocked, but your son will have to pay a lot of money."

"Otherwise, I won't pay a cent to my fellow villagers, and they might spread rumors."

This is one of the reasons why Xu Ming rarely returns to his hometown.

Similar to the situation of Brother Coat in his previous life.

On the contrary, if he didn't go home and only stayed with his parents, the situation would be much better.

Distance not only creates beauty, but also awe.

When she heard that she had to take money out of her own pocket, the homesick mother Xu did not hesitate.

"Let's go, let's go now." Xu's mother left as soon as she said that, pulling Xu's father towards the car.

"Don't you want to bring some clothes or something?" Xu Ming asked knowingly.

"There's a lot of pressure on my eyebrows, why bother with clothes?"

Xu's mother glared at her son in anger. Although she was not well educated, she could still distinguish the important from the unimportant. "Hey, then you guys get in the car first. I'll talk to Uncle Changhai."

Xu Ming was worrying about having no excuse to buy things for his parents, so he left in a hurry and when he arrived in Beijing he could buy some new clothes for them.

He turned his head and looked at Jia Changhai. His impression of this village chief had long been blurred, but he still remembered his daughter, nicknamed "Zhang Fei".

"I heard that your daughter got married to Li Hu next door. I really didn't have the time to attend the wedding. I'm sorry, uncle." Xu Ming bowed.

"There's nothing to be sorry about. You've made great progress, and our village can now speak with confidence." Jia Changhai said with a smile.

"When I came back, I saw that the dirt road leading out of our village was full of potholes. They say that if you want to get rich, you must first build roads. Uncle Changhai, please go back and ask how much this project will cost. Let's see how much our village can raise, and I'll give the rest." Xu Ming said thoughtfully.

Apart from the fact that he almost got kidney stones on the way back on this broken road, giving back to his hometown was also one of his purposes for returning home.

He made money, but being stingy would affect his reputation. He is like Zhou Runfa, who always said he would donate a penny but never donated a penny.

Instead of giving the money to other people, it is better to use it in our own village.

Jia Changhai actually had this idea, but was too embarrassed to say it out loud. He didn't expect the other party to bring it up on his own initiative.

For a moment, his face was full of emotion: "Well, I won't be polite. This road in our village really needs to be repaired. But don't worry, your family won't bear the burden. All the men in the village, young and old, will contribute money and manpower."

What a correct attitude.

Xu Ming didn't feel uncomfortable paying the money.

"Okay, then I won't stay any longer. Mainly because I have to perform on the Spring Festival Gala this year. I'll come back and chat with my fellow villagers when I'm not busy."

After saying goodbye, he got in the car and directed the driver to drive out quickly.

It was not until we were out of the village on the dirt road that we saw a few old Passats driving towards us.

The two sides faced each other.

However, they couldn't see the car from the opposite side, but in this remote area, a business car suddenly appeared. Who else could it be but their target Xu Ming?
Unfortunately, after passing each other, the business car accelerated and disappeared in their rearview mirror.

"Damn it, he ran away. I was hoping to plug the department's financial gap this year."

"It's okay. The monk can run away but the temple cannot. If you run away this year, you will have to come back next year."

Several people in the car were chatting, then turned around and left.

The passing God of Wealth has left, what’s the point of them staying here?
Drive all the way to the capital.

After Xu Ming settled his parents, he went back to the company first.

He made an appointment in advance to meet with an internet celebrity who was also born in the 1980s.

"Has anyone arrived?"

Walking into the company, Xu Ming asked Xiaoyuan who came to greet him.

"We're here, in the conference room." Xiaoyuan nodded, her face full of excitement.

"What? You are also a literary girl? Is he the object of your love?" Xu Ming teased.

"It can't be considered love affair. Among our peers at that time, who didn't admire him?" Xiaoyuan said as a matter of course.

Wow, this person has quite a big influence.

In a sense, he is the first person among the post-80s generation known as the "Lost Generation" to voice rebuttal.

It was later proved that those born in the 1980s suffered a lot compared to their predecessors.

Of course, compared to the 1990s and 2000s, they still reaped the last dividends of the era.

When I pushed open the door of the conference room, I saw a young man wearing black-framed glasses and with shiny hair.

"Teacher Han, I have heard of you for a long time. You are the idol of us born in the 1980s."

Xu Ming stepped forward, stretched out his hand, and greeted the "rebellious teenager".

It is rumored that this guy doesn't like to wash his hair, but he can now prove that this is not a rumor.

Maybe this is the secret of why people don’t go bald.

(End of this chapter)