Entertainment Era: Starting with Teaching Sister Meng to Sing

"My uncle has a business in a shopping mall in the city. I don't know exactly what he does, but his business is quite large. He wants to rent a factory in our county to store materials."

But after looking around, they found that the factory on the east side was the only suitable one, and the price was too high, so they gave up.

However, I overheard their conversation. The owner of the factory building is surnamed Wei, Wei Zhongjun. Wei Bin's father has that name too.

Huangmao Tudouzi blurted out everything he knew, causing Wang Xiaozhou to frown.

"I want to rent a factory to store things. Opening a large supermarket will definitely require stocking up on a lot of goods. If the factory is too far from the store, it will definitely be inconvenient."

But if you say this factory belongs to the Wei family...

Forget it, I'd better not go see it; it's not the right time.

Upon hearing this, the blond-haired man grinned wickedly and said, "What are you planning to do now? Why aren't you here yet?"

Just as Wang Xiaozhou was about to change the subject, he heard Huang Mao press, "Don't change the subject. We've been playing together since we were kids. I know what kind of person you are. If you weren't harboring bad intentions, you would have found a chance to deal with Wei Bin before the new year."

There's been no movement at all; they must be planning something big.

That's absolutely true.

Wang Xiaozhou sighed inwardly, realizing that he was indeed about to do something big, something that, if not done properly, would be so big that even one human life wouldn't be enough to make up for it.

Wang Xiaozhou couldn't tell Huang Mao the specific details, so he could only nod: "It is indeed something big to do, but the conditions are not right now. Let's wait and see. You'll know everything when you wait."

Hearing Wang Xiaozhou say this, Huang Mao knew that even if he pressed for more information, his older brother wouldn't utter a single word, so he chuckled and offered another suggestion.

"Why don't we go to my mom? She knows a lot of people. Let her help us make some connections. We're just three young boys. Even if we find a suitable shop, the owner might not be willing to talk to us."

Wang Xiaozhou gave Huang Mao a thumbs up. This guy was right. To do big business in a small county, you can't just rely on your own hard work. You also need to know how to leverage resources.

So after Huang Mao found out where his mother was, the three of them hailed a taxi and headed straight for the largest residential area in the county.

I live in the same neighborhood as Song Shihui...

It's not a coincidence; in this small county town, there's only this one upscale residential complex.

Wang Xiaozhou knocked on the door and entered the house with Huang Mao. He placed the fruit that Huang Mao had insisted on not buying on the shoe rack and greeted Huang Mao's mother.

"Hello Aunt Zhao, you've been taking great care of yourself all year, you haven't aged at all."

Wang Xiaozhou was quite familiar with Huang Mao's mother, though he didn't know her exact name; Wang Xiaozhou simply called her Aunt Zhao.

Despite having such a big son, Aunt Zhao is not old, not even forty.

She got married and had a child when she was eighteen. Huang Mao is also eighteen this year, so she will be thirty-seven.

Not only is he not old, but he's actually at the age where he's most charming. Apart from a few close friends like Wang Xiaozhou, none of the other guys with yellow hair have ever brought anyone home, just in case they have impure eyes and gossip.

Hearing the festive greetings, Aunt Zhao smiled broadly and said, "You silly child, coming to wish us a Happy New Year and bringing gifts. We're all students, we haven't earned any money yet. I'll let it go this time, but next time if you bring anything, I won't let you in."

Yellow Hair gestured for the others to change their shoes and come inside, then lay down on the floor heater to warm up for a while before retorting:

"My older brother isn't just a student anymore. He's already making money, didn't you know? That short film he took us to Shanghai to shoot last time, it sold for several million!"

"That amazing?"

Aunt Zhao was a little surprised when she heard this. Her family was considered a wealthy family in the county, but after so many years of hard work, their savings had never exceeded a few million. It had only been a short time since Wang Xiaozhou took them to Shanghai, and a short film had already sold for several million.

Wang Xiaozhou understood this life philosophy well from his past life: don't show weakness in front of strangers, and don't flaunt wealth in front of acquaintances. So, seeing Huang Mao bragging enthusiastically, he quickly replied modestly:

"Aunt Zhao, don't listen to his nonsense. He doesn't earn that much money, but it's enough to buy you some fruit when we come to visit for the New Year."

As she spoke, she lay back on the sofa in Huang Mao's house: "Not to mention, I came here this time to ask Aunt Zhao for a favor, how can I not bring something?"

Aunt Zhao burst out laughing: "You're joking with your Aunt Zhao? Just tell me what it is, and Aunt Zhao should be able to take care of it for you."

Wang Xiaozhou didn't stand on ceremony and directly brought up the matter of finding a shop and a factory.

Aunt Zhao immediately agreed, "I thought it was something serious. You guys go inside and play games. I'll ask you now. Don't leave at noon, okay? I'll order some dishes from the restaurant and we'll eat here."

Upon hearing this, Huang Mao immediately stood up and pulled the two into his bedroom, muttering, "Don't worry, my mom agreed. It'll be done in no time. Let's play a couple of rounds first. I can run under 2 minutes and 20 seconds in 11 cities now."

Hearing him say that, Wang Xiaozhou felt relieved and followed him into the bedroom to play games.

Huang Mao's house wasn't very big; it was the smallest in the upscale neighborhood, about 50 or 60 square meters smaller than Song Shihui's house. But in Liu Weiguang's eyes, it was still considered a luxury home.

He was also quite envious of Huang Mao's mother, who readily agreed to do things for Wang Xiaozhou.

Ultimately, children from wealthy families and children from poor families are different.

Huang Mao might be a disappointment, but his parents respect his opinions and help him when needed. He's just turned eighteen, and they treat him like an adult who can take responsibility for his own actions.

But Liu Weiguang's parents were different. They didn't treat him like an adult at all, or even like a child. In short... the word "punching bag" might be very fitting for him.

So he was extremely envious of Huang Mao's family atmosphere.

As for Wang Xiaozhou...

My older brother is born to enjoy the best of everything. A good family atmosphere is the most basic requirement. I'm tired of saying the word "envy," so he's not in the scope of comparison.

"Wow, blondie, your computer specs are amazing! It's even better than an internet cafe's!"

Liu Weiguang was amazed as soon as he entered the room.

Of these close friends, only Wang Xiaozhou would occasionally visit Huang Mao's house. The other two disliked the security in the upscale neighborhood and were unwilling to go there.

Now, visiting Huang Mao's house for the first time and seeing his top-of-the-line computer, Liu Weiguang was curious as to why Huang Mao still spent so much time at internet cafes.

The blond-haired lackey invited Wang Xiaozhou to the gaming chair, then said with a disdainful look:

"You don't know anything! Bros are the ultimate gaming setup. What's the point of playing at home? Internet cafes have that atmosphere!"

Huang Mao's words also represent the feelings of most boys. People like Wang Xiaozhou, who have experienced this, are not surprised at all. After playing a couple of games, he felt a bit bored and got up to give his seat to Huang Mao and his companion.

The two of them each had a gun and were working hard to break each other's records, but not long after, Aunt Zhao quietly slipped in through the door.

"The shops and factories have all been contacted. Shall we go take a look now?"

Wang Xiaozhou clenched his fist.

This is the efficiency of a county town!