Entertainment Era: Starting with Teaching Sister Meng to Sing

It was the same old, dilapidated minibus, with a strong smell of gasoline on the seats.

Wang Xiaozhou doesn't get carsick, but the one-hour journey still made his head throb.

I got home at 5 p.m. I didn't say anything when I got home that day. I enjoyed my dad's braised pork ribs, chatted with my mom for a while about whether Yingzi was pretty or not, and then lay down on the heated kang to sleep.

The next day, my nose was very stuffy, probably because the fire in the kang (heated brick bed) was too strong and dried out my nose.

Grabbing a piece of toilet paper, Wang Xiaozhou called out towards the kitchen, "Don't cook breakfast! Let's go to the city and I'll treat you to a big meal!"

Ma Xiaoping threw the firewood on the ground: "This is for you to burn. The county town can't even accommodate you anymore, you still want to go to the city."

She pulled out a wool coat from the closet, which she had prepared for the New Year, and zipped it all the way up: "Let's go."

Wang Jianguo: "..."

The family of three waited for the bus at the minibus stop. Ma Xiaoping couldn't help but ask, "Your third uncle called your dad and said Meng Ziyi earned 70,000 yuan in signing fees. How much did you get? Did you get 20,000?"

The old couple had long suspected that Wang Xiaozhou was making money after all that drama on TV; otherwise, they wouldn't have left so readily.

Unlike other parents who tell their son to save his earnings, the couple gave Wang Xiaozhou the opportunity to spend money on them, making them parents who don't spoil the fun.

Wang Xiaozhou pretended to do some calculations on his fingers: "Meng Ziyi and I split the profits 90/10. If she gets 70,000, I'll get about..."

"Seven thousand seven!"

Ma Xiaoping patted Wang Xiaozhou on the back: "My son is pretty good. He's still in school and he's already earned more than 7,000 yuan. He's much better than your father. It's just that Meng Ziyi is a bit shady, so he only gave you 10%."

"Let's just spend two hundred yuan on a meal during this listing event. You can keep the rest for yourself. Your dad and I don't need any gifts."

Wang Xiaozhou: "I'm nine, she's one."

Ma Xiaoping paused for a moment, then fiddled with her fingers: "She took 70,000 yuan, and you took 9... how much was it again..."

"She took 70,000, so she made a total of 700,000, and you only got 630,000!?"

Wang Jianguo's voice trembled slightly.

Ma Xiaoping was also startled and let out a cry of "Ah!"

Wang Xiaozhou nodded: "I plan to spend 200,000 yuan to buy a car for my dad when I go to the city. Anyway, my dad has a driver's license, so he can pick me up when I come back from my trips."

I'll take another 300,000 yuan to buy an apartment in the county town. I only have half a year left in high school, and I can't keep moving around. It would be more convenient to move to the county town.

I'll keep some of the remaining money for personal expenses, and I'll give you another 100,000 to save.

Hearing this, Wang Xiaozhou felt a sense of satisfaction. He had been living off his parents in his previous life until middle age, and now he finally had the chance to make them proud.

"Seven hundred thousand! You're robbing me by singing two songs. Isn't giving Meng Ziyi only a ten percent? She's the one who's showing her face on stage."

Ma Xiaoping gasped in surprise, but she kept her voice down so that others nearby wouldn't hear.

Wang Xiaozhou laughed and said, "Anyone can sing, but songwriters should make up the majority, right? Without me writing songs, she wouldn't earn a single penny. Even a ten percent is not a small amount."

Ma Xiaoping thought that this made sense. There are many people who can sing. There is a folk singer in the county who can imitate the king of folk songs very well, but he has never earned more than 700,000 yuan. It is the original that is impressive.

"You can't spend money like that! You're spending 200,000 on a car for your dad? He's not exactly a pro at driving a 200,000-dollar car!"

Wang Xiaozhou glanced at his father, who remained expressionless, but the corners of his mouth had involuntarily turned up.

"You're buying a car to pick me up, aren't you? Those people in the entertainment industry are snobbish and look down on others. If you buy a cheap car, your son will be laughed at."

The minibus pulled into the station, and the family boarded and sat separately. Wang Jianguo sat in the front and talked to someone he knew nearby, his voice noticeably louder than usual.

Ma Xiaoping repeatedly asked her son beside her whether the more than 600,000 yuan in the bank account needed to be taxed and whether there would be any future problems.

This reminded Wang Xiaozhou, who casually took out his phone and asked Song Shihui to pay Meng Ziyi's taxes for her. Then he chatted with his mother all the way, helping her to ease the anxiety brought about by the unexpected windfall.

After arriving in the county town, Wang Xiaozhou was too lazy to wait for a bus, so he hailed a taxi, negotiated the price, and sat in the back seat with his mother.

Wang Jianguo waved goodbye to his good brothers in the village several times, stomped his feet a few times next to the taxi, and finally straightened his hoodie collar before getting in the car.

"I told you to change your shirt at home. How old are you? Wearing a hooded shirt makes you look like a child."

As soon as they got on the bus, Ma Xiaoping began to berate Wang Jianguo.

Wang Jianguo coughed twice, not bothering to refute, offered the driver a cigarette, and turned to Wang Xiaozhou to ask:

"Which dealership should we pick up the car from?"

This family is full of miraculous genes.

Wang Xiaozhou suppressed a laugh and replied to his father, "Volkswagen, how about the Magotan? It's sturdy and durable."

Before Wang Jianguo could reply, the driver, who was already quite familiar with the car while smoking, chimed in, "The Magotan is really great. All the wealthy people in our county drive one, but it's not cheap. It costs over twenty yuan."

Sigh, Wangping County is still too poor. It's been 13 years since the New Year, and the rich are still driving Volkswagen Magotans.

But Song Shihui drives an Audi A8 in the county town, right? This guy can't possibly not recognize him, can he?

He didn't answer the taxi driver's call, letting his father chat with him in the front seat the whole way. When they arrived at their destination, he simply handed over 100 yuan and got out of the car.

The process of buying a car at the 4S store was also very simple. There were no other unexpected steps. I went straight to test driving and negotiating the price. In the end, I got it for 228,000 yuan.

He gave the 4S store two hours to process the temporary license plate. Just before noon, Wang Jianguo gripped the steering wheel with both hands and drove the brand-new car, complete with film and covers, straight home.

On the way, Ma Xiaoping marveled at the luxury of the new car while complaining to Wang Xiaozhou: "Why didn't you tell me earlier that we were buying such a big thing? Your uncle and his family have been in the city for years. If they had come over to negotiate the price, we might have been able to get a much better deal."

Knowing that his mother was having another miraculous display, Wang Xiaozhou shook his head and chuckled, "Let's invite my uncles and aunts to dinner when we get to the county town."

Wang Jianguo was singing along happily, tapping his foot on the steering wheel to the beat of the music playing on the player.

Ma Xiaoping was also happy. She didn't care who she was showing off to; as long as she could make this car-buying frenzy public, that was enough.

Seeing his parents happy made Wang Xiaozhou happy too. As for his uncles and aunts who worked in the city...

That jerk who hates others for having and laughs at others for not having, he screwed over his own family a lot in his past life. Even when he was in prison in his previous life, that beastly uncle colluded with outsiders, claiming he could find people to do things for him, and swindled his father out of the 200,000 yuan he had scraped together by selling houses and land.

I haven't sold anything yet in this lifetime, so I'll wait a little longer until everything is arranged.

In this lifetime, I'm determined to sit on a stool at the door and watch you lose your wife and children!