I became a movie star at the age of three; Dilraba and I are childhood sweethearts.

Beijing, Wang Jinhua's office.

Wang Jinhua held the phone between her fingers while her other hand quickly drew circles and doodles on her notebook.

"Oh, Director Zhang! I'm so sorry, Xiao Chen is very busy with her studies lately and has no plans to take on any new roles for the time being."

"Producer Lee, we are very sorry, but we really cannot participate in variety shows. Our child is still young and needs to focus on his studies."

"What? An exclusive interview? And from CCTV? Well... let me check. Wait for my news."

The phone kept ringing, and Wang Jinhua wished she had four hands.

I was afraid of missing any important calls.

Besides the phone calls, her desk was piled high with scripts and invitations sent to her.

That being said, any one of these items would be enough to make many celebrities in the industry grin from ear to ear.

No matter what kind of contract it was, showing it to Xiao Chen always resulted in him saying he wasn't interested.

Wang Jinhua's temples throbbed slightly. Looking at the CCTV interview she had circled, she sighed.

This little devil has absolutely no interest in anything else being exposed except for the scripts he likes.

The scenes for "Farewell My Concubine" have already been filmed.

The global promotional period for "Home Alone" is over.

As soon as Xiao Chen finished his work, he immediately returned to his life as a primary school student in Beijing.

Every day, I carry my little schoolbag, go to school on time, and come home on time.

All other trivial matters were left to Wang Jinhua, the agent, to handle.

The artists she manages are hardly any celebrities.

It's clearly a little Buddha statue that needs to be worshipped.

……

Soon, half a month had passed.

Just as Wang Jinhua hung up a phone call asking Xiao Chen to do voice acting for an animated film, another phone on the table rang.

She answered the phone, looking somewhat tired.

"Hello, if it's an invitation to a program, then there's no need to say anything more."

"Xiao Chen currently has no plans to appear on any programs."

A familiar voice came from the other end of the phone.

"My king! It is I! Crito!"

Wang Jinhua's voice remained calm; she assumed it was just a routine greeting call.

"Oh, Director Creed, hello."

However, what Krido said next surprised Wang Jinhua.

"My lord! I need Chen!"

"Home Alone 2! We're ready!"

"As long as Chen agrees, we can start filming immediately!"

Wang Jinhua raised an eyebrow; this didn't surprise her.

The first Home Alone movie was so successful, it would be a fool not to make a sequel.

Before Wang Jinhua could say anything, Krido roared excitedly again.

"And then there's the pay for this role..."

"3000 million! US dollars!"

Wang Jinhua's words caught in her throat.

3000?

Or in US dollars?

She suspected that she was hallucinating because she was too tired lately.

"Director Creed, what you just said was..."

Krido knew what Wang Jinhua was hesitating about, and confirmed it again.

"That's right! 3000 million US dollars!"

"This is the greatest sincerity we can offer!"

"Wang, tell Chen that the money can be paid in advance as long as he comes!"

"We only recognize him! Without him, there would be no 'Home Alone'!"

The phone hangs up.

Wang Jinhua sat blankly in the chair, the final roar of Krido still echoing in her ears.

$3000 million.

1998 years.

She took out a calculator and her fingers trembled as she pressed down a few numbers.

Once the exchange rate is converted...

The long string of zeros on the screen made her stop breathing.

Money can't kill people, because there isn't enough money!

The next second, Wang Jinhua jumped up from her chair.

She grabbed her car keys and coat and rushed out of the office like a madwoman.

This matter must be discussed with Xiao Chen in person!

……

At Xiao Chen's home.

Ye Huimei was humming a song as she prepared dinner in the kitchen.

Since her son started earning money from acting, the family's living conditions have changed dramatically, but she still maintains the habit of cooking for him herself.

In the living room, Xiao Chen was sitting cross-legged on the carpet.

A thick book, "A General History of the World," lay open in front of him.

The doorbell rang unexpectedly, startling Ye Huimei. She wiped her hands and went to open the door.

As soon as the door opened, Wang Jinhua rushed in.

Ye Huimei looked at her in surprise.

"Jin Hua? What happened to you?"

"Are you being chased?"

Wang Jinhua waved her hand, bent over, and gasped for breath.

Xiao Chen looked up from his book, glanced at her calmly, and then looked down to continue reading.

They didn't forget to offer a word of concern.

"Aunt Hua, have some water."

Ye Huimei quickly poured a glass of water and handed it over.

Wang Jinhua drank most of a glass of water and finally caught her breath.

Ye Huimei was a little nervous because of her appearance.

"What's wrong? Why are you so agitated?"

Wang Jinhua took a deep breath.

"Home Alone, Part 2! They've come looking for Xiao Chen!"

Ye Huimei smiled.

"That's a good thing, it means Chenchen acted well."

Wang Jinhua shook her head and leaned close to her ear.

No! That's not the point!

"His salary! 3000 million US dollars!"

Ye Huimei's smile froze on her face.

She blinked, seemingly not understanding.

"Um?"

"How many?"

Wang Jinhua emphasized her words.

"3000 million!"

"US dollars!"

The living room fell silent instantly.

Xiao Chen turned a page of the book, making a soft rustling sound.

Ye Huimei stood there, her mind blank, as if a buzz had gone off.

3000 million... US dollars?

How much is that in RMB?

She dared not think.

All she knew was that this sum of money seemed to be much more than the jackpot advertised by the lottery station downstairs from her house.

Seeing Ye Huimei's face gradually turning pale, Wang Jinhua shook her with some concern.

"Huimei-nee? Are you alright?"

Ye Huimei's body went limp and she almost lost her balance, but fortunately Wang Jinhua caught her in time.

"My God... my God..."

Wang Jinhua helped her sit down on the sofa, then looked at the calmest person in the whole incident.

"Xiao Chen".

Xiao Chen raised his eyelids.

"What's wrong, Aunt Hua?"

Wang Jinhua cleared her throat and repeated what she had just said.

Xiao Chen closed the book.

He didn't ask about the money; instead, he asked another question.

"Where's the script?"

Wang Jinhua was taken aback, then took out a faxed English script outline from her bag.

"Here."

Xiao Chen took it and quickly flipped through it.

He reads extremely fast; the only sound in the living room is the rustling of pages turning.

Ye Huimei was still in a daze, while Wang Jinhua stared nervously at Xiao Chen.

A few minutes later, Xiao Chen finished reading.

He put the script aside and nodded.

"It's alright, a bit more lively than the first one."

The movie "Home Alone 2," which he had watched in his previous life, flashed through his mind.

The plot is indeed good, depicting a battle of wits and courage between people in New York, and the scale of the action is also larger.

Wang Jinhua asked cautiously.

"So... did you accept it?"

Xiao Chen nodded.

"Take it."

Upon receiving an affirmative reply, Wang Jinhua finally felt relieved.

She immediately took out her phone and dialed Creedo's overseas number to tell him the good news.

Ye Huimei, who was standing to the side, felt her vision go black and the world spin after hearing her son's light, airy reply.

She felt like she wasn't about to have hundreds of millions in assets, but rather that she was about to have a heart attack on the spot!