A Billionaire CEO Brings His Child Home: The Awakening of the Stay-at-Home Dad System

"I'll find his contact information right away. I saw he left his email address on Douyin, I'll send him an email right now." Yu Jingwen turned around and was about to run out.

"Wait," Wu Licheng called out to her.

"Don't send an email yet, find a phone number directly. Email is too slow. Look for a business cooperation number and call them directly."

Yu Jingwen nodded and quickly walked out.

Wu Licheng sat down, picked up the documents on the table, put them down again, stood up and walked to the window.

He looked out at the city skyline, his mind filled with the flight path of the paper airplane in the video he had just watched.

The young man's throwing technique was very professional; he controlled the release angle, running speed, and wrist power very well. But the key to the paper airplane flying so far was not the throwing itself, but the design.

A good paper airplane design can convert the force of throwing into lift, allowing the airplane to glide in the air for a longer time.

Making a paper airplane with flight performance reaching the physical limits using the simplest folding method on ordinary A4 paper is not something that ordinary people can do.

He has been organizing paper airplane competitions for over a decade and has met top athletes from all over the country, but he has never met anyone who could fly a distance twice the world record.

He returned to his desk, turned on his computer, typed "Chen Hao Paper Airplane" into the search bar, and pressed enter.

Many search results popped up, and he clicked on them one by one to look at them.

The more I looked at him, the more I realized that this young man was extraordinary. He could fold many kinds of paper airplanes, and each one performed very well. Moreover, he even taught others how to fold them in his live stream.

Wu Licheng rubbed his temples, thinking to himself that this year's competition was about to begin, and if he could invite Chen Hao to participate, then this year's competition would be much more interesting.

About ten minutes later, Yu Jingwen pushed the door open and came in again.

"Director Wu, I found his contact information, but I don't have a phone number, so I could only send him a private message," Yu Jingwen said.

"Have you made contact?" Wu Licheng asked.

"Not yet." Yu Jingwen shook her head and turned her phone over to show him.

"I sent him a private message, but his Douyin account has too many followers. I checked his profile and he already has almost 700,000 followers."

He must receive a lot of private messages every day; mine is probably buried among them.

Wu Licheng put down his pen, took off his glasses, wiped the lenses, and put them back on.

He leaned back in his chair, remained silent for a moment, and tapped his fingers lightly on the table.

The competition is less than a month away, and the list of participants has not yet been finalized. There are a lot of things waiting for him to handle, such as venue setup, referee arrangements, and media invitations.

But the image of the paper airplane kept replaying in his mind—106.3 meters, 59.15 seconds.

These two numbers were like nails driven into his mind, impossible to remove.

He has organized paper airplane competitions for so many years and has watched thousands of throws. He knows the fastest, the farthest, and the longest-flying ones.

He knew all about those world records and those top athletes.

But the moment the paper airplane that the young man casually folded flew away in the video, he knew that everything he had seen before was nothing.

He watched the video more than a dozen times, timing it in his mind each time and measuring the distance each time.

In the end, he had to admit that this was not luck, not a coincidence, but a genius he had never seen before.

From that night on, he had been trying to find this person.

He instructed Yu Jingwen to search for all available information, to go through that person's Douyin (TikTok) profile, to watch every video, and to look for any clues that might reveal their address or contact information.

Yu Jingwen only found some scattered information, but the most crucial thing—the phone number—was not found.

"Did he mention where he lives?" Wu Licheng sat up straight.

Yu Jingwen thought for a moment, her eyes lit up, and she picked up her phone to start scrolling.

"Yes, I've watched his previous live stream recordings."

There was a man named Sun Yaochen, a successor of Bajiquan, who brought his daughter to his home to exchange skills.

There was also a boxer who went to his house to challenge him.

He seemed to have mentioned living in some village...

She swiped through the screen, watching one video after another.

That person's Douyin (TikTok) profile had hundreds of videos; she had only skimmed through them before and hadn't looked at them all in detail.

Now she starts from the beginning, flipping through them one by one.

After flipping through seven or eight videos, I finally found one with the title "A Chinese Martial Arts Master Comes to Our Door for a Sparring Session".

She clicked on the video and fast-forwarded to the part where Sun Yaochen and Sun Xiangxiang went to Chen Hao's house.

In the video, Chen Hao stands at the entrance of a rural courtyard, with an old house behind him, white walls and gray tiles, and several rose bushes climbing on the courtyard wall.

There is a garden and a vegetable garden nearby, and the swing is next to the garden.

Yu Jingwen paused the video, zoomed in, and saw a blue sign nailed to the courtyard wall.

She squinted as she read the words on the sign, deciphering each one carefully.

"Feng...Shu...Ping..." she read aloud, "Chen Hao's hometown is Fengshuping Village."

Wu Licheng leaned over to take a look. Although the words on the doorplate were not very clear in the video, the three characters "Fengshuping" could be vaguely seen.

He repeated those three words twice and nodded.

"Find out where this village is located."

Yu Jingwen opened the map and entered "Fengshuping".

A location popped up on the map—a province in the south, more than 400 kilometers away from Ningbo.

She zoomed in on the map and saw that the village was surrounded by farmland and hills, and the nearest town was more than ten kilometers away.

From the satellite image, the village appears to be small, with only a few dozen households scattered along both sides of a small river.

"Found it. It took about five and a half hours to drive there."

Yu Jingwen checked the specific route again, how to take the highway, which provincial road to take after exiting the highway, and how to turn into the village after arriving in the town.

She took a screenshot of the route and saved it on her phone.

Wu Licheng stood up, walked to the window, and looked out.

He was silent for a moment, then turned around.

"We're leaving tomorrow morning. We're going to Mapletree Flat."

Yu Jingwen was stunned for a moment.

"You're going in person?"

"This person is worth my personal attention." Wu Licheng walked back behind his desk, sat down, picked up the application form on the table, glanced at it, and then put it down again.

"The paper airplane he folded flew a distance of 106.3 meters and stayed in the air for 59.15 seconds."

The current Guinness World Record for flight distance is 53.10 meters and flight time is 31.22 seconds.

Do you know what this means?

Yu Jingwen shook her head.

"That means he single-handedly doubled both world records." Wu Licheng held up two fingers.

"One time. Not ten percent, not twenty percent, it's one time."

It would be a loss for us if such a player didn't participate in our competition.

"If you come, bring a Guinness World Records adjudicator and set two new world records on our field—" He paused.

"That will be unprecedented in history."