How can you become a star without money?

Chapter 70 What Kind of Demon is This? [6th Update, Seeking First Subscription]

"Son!" A familiar voice called out through the crowd and stopped Wang Yao.

Looking at his mother, whose hair was jet black and whose blood was full of vitality, Wang Yao's heart skipped a beat.

"Mom, you got a haircut?" Wang Yao asked with a smile as he walked over quickly.

"Oh my sweet baby, I've missed you so much in the past two months! You look thinner than before!" Mom Luo Yan is already forty-two.

But because of her baby face and good blood circulation, she looks like she's only in her early thirties and is very resistant to aging.

If it weren't for the many worries I had for Wang Yao in my past life, I probably wouldn't have had white hair by the time I was fifty.

"You haven't lost weight, it's probably just that you're wearing a down jacket." Wang Yao said with a smile in his eyes.

"Xiao Cong, why have you gained weight again?" Luo Yan didn't notice Wang Yao's unusual behavior and focused her attention on her eldest nephew.

"Auntie, don't talk nonsense. I'm not fat. It's just that I look fat in the down jacket," Zhou Cong quickly retorted.

"You'll behave yourself when your mom comes in a few days." Luo Yan patted Zhou Cong's face.

"President Yao." At this moment, Nazha, who was standing to the side, saw that the mother and son had finished exchanging pleasantries and obediently stepped forward to greet them.

"Oh, Naza is here too? Where's Auntie?" Wang Yao asked, somewhat surprised.

Naza was supposed to go back to her hometown to rest after finishing her Shanghai Opera exam and prepare to take the Beijing Film Academy exam in February after the New Year. However, Wang Yao needed her to come to Korea to shoot a batch of model photos, so he invited her and her son to go on a business trip at public expense and come to Korea with Qu Shou to work overtime.

Wang Yao only brought two models, Qu Shou and Nazha, on this business trip, which shows how much he values ​​his daughter. Nazha's mother naturally agreed, and when she heard that Wang Yao's mother would also be coming, she took the initiative to contact her. In just two days, the two sides had already tacitly established a friendship.

“These past two days you’ve been gone, and Nazha has been taking care of me everywhere. Otherwise, your mother would have been lost in Korea,” Luo Yan said with a smile, pulling Nazha along.

"Come on, you were already running off to Seoul when you were a teenager, back when Gangdong District hadn't even finished demolishing its buildings yet," Wang Yao teased.

"Shut up, you're so talkative." Luo Yan kicked her son.

Naza didn't understand, she just smiled obediently.

The group arrived at the parking lot and got into a van, which was a company car provided by Meishe Korea Branch. Now that Chi Xin had witnessed Wang Yao's methods, she was already somewhat tempted. Wang Yao specifically told her about the trip to Korea to see her reaction.

"Mr. Wang, I'm Chi Ming, Chi Xin's younger brother. You can tell me directly about any needs you may have in Korea. This is a local mobile phone for you. It will work with your domestic phone, but making calls will be very inconvenient." A man with a thick beard and wearing a suit got out of the car and greeted him.

"Mr. Xiaochi, I've heard so much about you." Wang Yao shook hands with him, his gaze fixed on his face.

This face looks familiar. It's the general manager of the Korean branch in my previous life. Wang Yao was the deputy manager at the time, and we were in different business lines. We only occasionally saw each other when signing documents. I thought the surname Chi was very special back then. I only understood it after I met Chi Xin.

It turns out he is Chi Xin's younger brother.

The two had no connection and weren't particularly close, but I had heard some rumors about him; he was considered a figure in the Goryeo circle at the time.

Meishe is a leading model agency in China, but it also has some influence in Korea, given the high quality of Korean models and their professional service.

Many services that are inconvenient in China can be provided by having staff sourced directly from here, offering high cost-effectiveness. Moreover, the domestic market demand is far greater than that in Korea, making Korea a major client in the modeling industry.

Chi Ming was quite talkative. Perhaps Chi Xin had already told him about Qu Shou's affairs in China, and he had been intentionally praising him the whole way. Wang Yao exchanged pleasantries as usual.

Luo Yan, the mother, held Nazha's hand and listened to the conversation between the two in astonishment. She had originally thought that Chi Ming was Wang Yao's superior and that he was being so polite to her because he had performed well.

But listening to it now...

It seems like her own son is the boss.

What's happening here?
My son is a junior in college doing an internship, how did he become "General Manager Wang"?

And it sounds like it's caused quite a stir?
First, we took Naza back to her hotel, said goodbye to Naza's mother, and then arrived at the accommodation arranged by Chi Ming. It was a three-story villa in Cheongdam-dong, which the company usually uses to entertain important guests.

Since it was almost 11 p.m., Chi Ming didn't disturb Wang Yao's rest. He simply arranged to have a welcome dinner for them the next day. Wang Yao declined briefly but saw him off.

Turning around, I saw my mother standing in the doorway, arms crossed, sizing me up, muttering, "Hey, what kind of demon are you? Get off my son right now, #@￥#%￥……%￥……"

She suppressed her anxiety and curiosity the whole way, but finally couldn't resist anymore.

"Alright, stop summoning the fortune teller from his hometown. It's an international business, so there might not be a signal. If there's any problem, have your nephew explain it to you. I need to take care of some work first."

Wang Yao chuckled, walked past his mother, and carried his laptop to the living room to start working.

Strange, too strange.

Seeing that her son had actually started working, Luo Yan felt that she might really be possessed by an evil spirit.

Her son hates making money and working the most!
She was full of suspicion, but she dared not disturb them easily.

After all, the fact that her son's job was arranged by the company to be entertained in such a luxurious villa meant that it was probably beyond her comprehension. This made her both proud and anxious, because she was just a small clothing factory owner.

Although I can earn a little money every year, it would probably be quite difficult to live in a house like this.

"Xiao Cong, come here." Luo Yan didn't dare to disturb her son, so she turned to grab her eldest nephew.

But they found Zhou Cong sitting in another area with three laptops in front of him, all of them Apple. They had begged him to buy them many times when they were in college, but he and his sister refused because they thought they were too expensive and unnecessary.

How come you've gotten three units in just a few months?
"What's up, Auntie? I'm busy." Zhou Cong didn't even look up. He hadn't been watching the online store for over two hours, and the money he spent on the paid advertising was almost gone. He needed to top up his account again.

"What are you and your brother busy with? Talk to your aunt." Luo Yan sat down next to Zhou Cong and glanced at the screen.

She only has a junior high school education.

However, the balance and the numbers are still recognizable.

"What game is it? A stock trading simulation game where you can make money?" Luo Yan thought for a moment and then made her judgment.

"What game? This is an online store. This money belongs to us, it's real money," Zhou Cong said with a haughty snort.

"What!?" It took Luo Yan ten minutes to accept the fact that her son had become a millionaire, no, a millionaire a month.

After all, she was a small business owner, with a monthly turnover of several hundred thousand yuan. She also had many wealthy relatives or fellow villagers. Even in their small town of less than 100,000 people, she could name five or six people who earned a million yuan a month.

But those people make money either through power, robbery, or gambling—none of which are legitimate means. Although she has heard of people who have gotten lucky and become rich overnight in her many years of business, it still takes time to accumulate wealth.

But her son and nephew, two teenagers who haven't even graduated from university yet, are already making so much money through the internet, which is indeed beyond her comprehension.

"Xiao Cong, is this all legitimate business?" Even though she trusted her son unconditionally, Luo Yan was still a little apprehensive.

I've heard of making money by opening an online store, but those are just lies told in newspapers and news reports. How come my son actually made money?

“It’s definitely serious. My brother said that he came to Korea this time so that you can choose the styles. Later, we’ll start our own clothing brand and sell it online. Take a look, this is his plan.” Zhou Cong opened the planning map that Wang Yao had made and began to explain to Luo Yan.

She didn't understand online stores.

But she knew so much about clothing. Looking at the mind map and listening to Zhou Cong's explanation, she was certain that her son was indeed a genius!

Last year, a fortune teller said that there was something on his son, and sure enough, the ancestors of the Wang family finally showed their power!
Luo Yan picked up the phone and went outside to call her sister. She knew she had to go back after the New Year to take good care of the old grave!
"Mom, I'm hungry, get me something to eat, huh? Where is everyone?" Wang Yao answered Ren Quan and the others' calls, and after finishing his work, he started looking for his mother.

"Don't make a fuss, we're discussing moving your family's old graves," Luo Yan said, waving her hand.

"I'm impressed." Wang Yao opened his mouth, but hesitated, and finally took a look around the villa himself.

The three floors together should be over 7 square meters. The seven rooms are decorated in a minimalist style. There is a terrace on the third floor and a pavilion in the yard. It is a standard Korean-style villa, somewhat like the kind that often appears in dating reality shows.

Moreover, given its prime location in Cheongdam-dong, the price must be exorbitant.

“The house is so big, it feels so empty with just us living here. When are Auntie and Grandma coming?” Wang Yao asked as he walked around.

"Only your aunt is coming. Grandma and Grandpa aren't coming. They say they're too old to move around, but actually they're worried about the cost. But if they knew you were earning so much, they'd be overjoyed. You've really made your mother proud." Luo Yan patted her son's face with a look of satisfaction.

“Making money is for spending, right? Just tell them the company will reimburse you,” Wang Yao chuckled.

“Next year, it won’t make a difference if you wait another year. If you miss them, wait until the weather gets warmer after the New Year and bring them over to stay for a while. Your grandparents have never been to Shanghai before,” Luo Yan said with a light laugh.

"Okay, Mom, make something to eat. Are you hungry? Or shall we go out to eat?" Wang Yao didn't insist.

"I'm here, do you think I'd let you go out and eat junk food? Just wait." Luo Yan glared at her son and went to the kitchen to prepare food. On her first day here, she bought a lot of Wang Yao's favorite dishes.

Although it's several times more expensive than in China, I don't feel bad buying it for my son.

"By the way, since you feel it's empty, why don't you let Naza and her daughter stay here? They're unfamiliar with the area and don't speak Korean, so it must be inconvenient for them. They could also liven things up." Luo Yan complained about the prices in Korea, then suddenly changed the subject.

"Sure, I have no objection, but I'm afraid they'll overthink it," Wang Yao said, biting into a tomato.

"Don't worry, kid. Although I also think Nazha is a nice girl, pretty and cheerful, isn't she a little too young? She hasn't even gone to university yet," Luo Yan said with a frown, somewhat worried.

"Don't worry about that. I'm in the prime of my career right now, and I won't let romance distract me," Wang Yao said seriously.

"Mom understands, but you can't just focus on your career and not date. You haven't introduced any girls to me all these years."

"Even though girls have been writing you love letters since you were little, do you still remember that Li family's second daughter? She was the one who insisted on dating you when you were little, and even took you to confront her." Luo Yan rambled on about everyday things.

"It's not that we won't talk, it's that we'll talk slowly, deliberately, and thoughtfully, with a rhythmic and prepared approach, and with a mature mindset."
Let the initial discussions guide the subsequent ones; we must avoid aimless discussions, instead focusing on precise and principled talks, while also being flexible enough to accommodate special circumstances.

Wang Yao responded with "uh-huh" and "yeah," but his eyes were full of smiles.

"You're going to be on the news, and you're so eloquent. How did you grow up so fast?" Luo Yan looked at her son's features and suddenly felt a little emotional.

"Zhou Cong showed you the plan, right? How was it? Are you confident?" Wang Yao changed the subject.

“I’ve looked at it. Based on your scale, you can produce at least 3000 pieces a day. If you can’t sell them, they’ll all be inventory.” Luo Yan said with some concern.

"Don't worry, as long as you can control the quality and cost, we won't lose money. Our small goal this year is to achieve sales of 50 million," Wang Yao said with a light laugh.

"Fifty million? Five million is going to kill your mother. Son, do you really earn that much money now?" Luo Yan asked curiously.

"I haven't started making money yet, I'm just preparing my first pot of gold." Wang Yao waved his hand to indicate that he was being modest, and was about to introduce his business empire to his mother when he was interrupted by a phone call.

"President Yao hasn't rested yet, has he?" Chi Xin's slightly obsequious voice came through.

"Not yet, thank you for the hospitality arranged by President Chi," Wang Yao said politely.

"Of course, it's a villa that the company prepared for senior executives and VIPs. If you have any questions, just arrange for Chi Ming to handle it. Don't be shy." Chi Xin smiled as well.

"Mr. Yao, are you available now? I have a friend who would like to get to know you; she happens to be in Korea as well."

"The friend that President Chi introduced so solemnly must be someone of extraordinary status." Wang Yao narrowed his eyes. He had told Chi Xin that he was on vacation.

With Chi Xin's emotional intelligence, she could definitely understand the unspoken meaning: she didn't want to be disturbed by anything.

“Her identity is indeed somewhat special. President Yao should have heard of her name, Deng Wendi,” Chi Xin said.

Wang Yao pondered for a moment, "It is indeed very special, but I have already made arrangements for the next two days."

This global gold digger pioneer's desire to get to know him was indeed somewhat unexpected for Wang Yao.

"It's okay, just tell Chi Ming whenever you have time. I told her you're spending this time with your family," Chi Xin quickly explained.

"Okay." Wang Yao exchanged a few pleasantries, then rubbed his forehead and fell into deep thought.

"What are you daydreaming about? Get your bowl and chopsticks and eat." Luo Yan called out to him.

"They're here." Wang Yao snapped out of his daze.

That being said, let’s eat first.

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