Huayu Chunqiu, starting from being adopted by a fairy mother

Chapter 18: Star Master Sends Money
1992 was the year of Stephen Chow, and the top five spots on the Hong Kong movie box office chart were occupied by Stephen Chow.

"Justice, My Foot" took the championship with HK$4988 million.

"All's Well, Ends Well" ranked second with HK$4899 million.

Wang Jing in this year was no less impressive than Zhou Xingxing. With his inhuman speed of filming, he supported half of the Hong Kong film industry.

Teacher An was very familiar with Wang Jing's name, after all, he often read the newspaper.

So when I heard someone knocking at the door, I put down the newspaper and greeted them politely.

The old lady looked at him secretly. Her son was so respectful to him, so he must be an honored guest. She didn't know what director was or wasn't. In her eyes, Wang Jing was just a fat man who looked very rich.

"Mom, that sister is so beautiful, I think I have seen her." Xixi stopped wrapping dumplings and lay down at the kitchen door looking into the living room.

"Xixi, have you been peeking at Mu Tou's photo album again? Where is his photo album?" Aunt Liu asked hurriedly. Her son treasured the photo album so much that she couldn't find it even if he hid it.

Xixi just shook her head and said, "I'm telling you, I won't be able to watch it anymore."

A month ago, she discovered that Liu Jing had a special hobby. He liked to ask for photos of beautiful women and then put them in an album. There were Zhang Min, He Qing, Chen Hong, Li Jiaxin, Zhou Haimei...

So she scolded him a few words.

And then, I could never find it again.

"Wenqiong, your boyfriend seems to be very talented." The old lady's attention was not on Zhang Min, but on Wang Jing.

"Aunt Wenqiong, is he your uncle? He looks so fat. Your taste is not as good as Mu Tou's. The photos in Mu Tou's collection are all of beautiful aunts." Xixi's attention also shifted.

"Auntie, this is not my boyfriend, he is a Hong Kong director." My aunt hurriedly explained. The two generations of grandparents and grandchildren were more gossipy than each other.

"Is he pursuing you? It doesn't look safe." The old lady reminded.

"Aunt, Fatty Wang came to our house, he must be looking for someone to date." The aunt didn't know whether to laugh or cry. This old lady thought everyone seemed to be pursuing her, and she had introduced many potential partners to her.

"She is indeed fat." The old lady agreed. "Wen Qiong, an old sister of mine, her son is also developing in the United States..."

"Aunt, Fatty has brought us money." Liu Jing shouted in the living room.

When my aunt heard this, she felt like she was listening to the sound of nature. She hurriedly washed her hands and said, "Fatty, it's just the Dragon Boat Festival. There's no need to bring such a heavy gift."

She had some friendship with Fatty Wang and spoke to him very casually.

"Don't worry, there's none for you. Don't be embarrassed." Fatty Wang said lazily.

"I have to check for my nephew. How much money did you give him? Don't just take 35 cents and send my stupid son away. It's a disgrace to your status as a big director." The aunt was not polite either.

"Wenqiong, Director Wang took 20,000 yuan." Teacher An looked at the two stacks of brand new banknotes on the table. The four old men seemed to be examining him.

He was shocked, with mixed emotions, and had not yet fully recovered.

He translated quite a few manuscripts, and the fee for each was only a few hundred yuan, and there were very few business deals worth thousands of yuan.

But a three-year-old child, no, a five-year-old child actually earned 20,000 yuan with just a story.

The aunt didn't know this. She put her hands on her waist and said, "Fatty, I can't possibly ask you to be my godfather. Not to mention 20,000 yuan, even 200,000 yuan is not possible. You have a lot of bad habits, and I will only learn bad things from you."

At the end of last year, she took Liu Jing to visit Zhang Min on the set.

Zhang Min was filming "Fight Back to School 3: The Year of the Rooster" and they met Fatty Wang again.

Wang Jing wanted to adopt Liu Jing as his godson, but before Liu Jing had time to object, his aunt rejected his idea outright.

My aunt thought that the fat man was still determined to do something evil, so she was a little angry.

Fatty Wang sat on the sofa and said with a smile, "Two hundred thousand is not enough, is one million enough? Is two million enough? If not, you can add more."

Now the old lady couldn't sit still anymore. Millions of dollars was not for adopting a godson, it was clearly child trafficking.

She came out with a rolling pin, "Fatty, I'll tell you. You want to use some dirty money to buy my grandson? No way. What's wrong with Hong Kong people? They don't work on me." "Mom, Mu Mu is too bad. He always bullies me. Let's sell Mu Mu." Xixi muttered softly.

"Old lady, how much do you want for him? A bad boy like Mu Tou will only cause trouble if we keep him. Just sell him to me, and I will definitely treat him as a treasure." Fatty Wang said with a smile.

"Liu Jing is indeed a bad boy. He is extremely naughty, mischievous, willful, and stubborn. But now that he has entered my An family, he is a descendant of my An family. I will not sell him for any amount of money." The old lady shouted.

Liu Jing had a blank expression on his face. He didn't know whether he should be touched or angry.

Teacher An didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Mom, Director Wang wants to sign Liu Jing, what are you talking about?"

The old lady realized she had made a mistake and said without any embarrassment, "I said, what do you want to eat? I'll go cook some dishes."

The old lady went back to the kitchen, and Aunt Liu pulled Xixi out of the kitchen.

Of course she had to ask about Liu Jing's contract.

Xixi was not shy at all. As they were introducing each other, she picked up two bundles of banknotes on the table and said, "Is this real money? It's more than my lucky money."

"It couldn't be more true. I just withdrew it from the bank." Fatty Wang said with a smile.

"What does this money mean?" Aunt Liu patted Xixi's little hand and said, "Don't be so useless. It's only 20,000 yuan."

"Zhou Xingxing created a script based on Liu Jing's story. The 20,000 yuan is the creative fee he gave," explained Teacher An.

"Don't worry, the taxes have been paid. It's not shady at all," Fatty Wang added.

"Tsk tsk, I can tell stories too. Fatty, do you want to listen?" The aunt was surprised, because she had heard that story before.

To her, it sounded ordinary and not even as good as cartoons.

"The stories you tell just sound like stories. But the stories told by Mu Mu sound like life." Fatty Wang laughed.

My aunt didn't care and looked delighted, "Mu Tou, you've earned 20,000 yuan at such a young age, isn't it time to treat me?"

Liu Jing took out two bills and handed them to his aunt, very generously, "Spend it, this is your tip. Eat something good to replenish yourself, you don't have any meat on your body, it seems that the food in the United States is not very good."

"Bah! I'll beat you to death." The aunt pretended to hit me.

"What are you spending? It doesn't matter whether you are tipping or not. Save this money and I will help you find a wife in the future." Aunt Liu took the two bills and was quite excited. She had known that Mu Mu was amazing, but she didn't expect him to be so amazing.

This is the first time a child earns money, so it is very memorable. She plans to keep the money for a long time.

"Sister, you're not even polite." My aunt was dissatisfied.

"Okay, stop messing around and let's talk about business." Teacher An pushed up his glasses, looking serious.

"Hmph! The fat guy never does anything serious." My aunt muttered.

She was also quite curious about what everyone was talking about just now, and the atmosphere seemed a little off.

But seeing her brother-in-law's serious expression, she didn't dare to ask and just sat there quietly listening.

When Teacher An becomes serious, he still looks serious.

Not to mention my aunt, Aunt Liu also felt nervous, and Qianqian sat down obediently.

The clanging sounds in the kitchen suddenly became quieter.

"Director Wang, it's Liu Jing's honor that you think so highly of him, and I'm happy too. But the child is still young, and it's too early for him to enter the entertainment industry. If you really want to, why not wait until he goes to college, then it won't be too late to sign the contract." Teacher An spoke slowly, and everyone felt anxious when he heard it.

"Professor An, you should have heard of Mr. Yang Dengkui from Taiwan." Fatty Wang said calmly.

"Then I can't agree to it."

(End of this chapter)