In circles like Sheng Yuxiao's, anyone you pick out would have a net worth of over 10 billion.
With vast wealth and a respected social status, one would think they'd have no worries.
Except when it comes to raising children.
Mrs. Qin, with her gentle and considerate temperament, never imagined she'd give birth to a son with such a gloomy personality, never seen with a smile.
Mrs. Qin often dreamed of her son becoming a deranged serial killer and ending up behind bars.
At first, Mrs. Qin thought her son had too few friends.
So Qin Sui started making friends.
Now, Qin Sui had countless followers, but his personality remained as gloomy as ever.
As Mrs. Qin pondered this, she couldn't help but start to tear up.
Mr. Qin, a man of reserved character, saw his wife crying pitifully. He furrowed his brow and immediately made a decision: "Alright, let's send him to try it out."
Qin Sui had to interject: "Has anyone asked for my opinion?"
Mr. Qin, as if he hadn't heard, took out his phone and said: "Hold on, let me find the contact information for the show's production team."
Mrs. Qin nodded repeatedly while leaning against his arm.
Qin Sui: "..."
"Mother, Father, I won't go."
Mr. Qin, without turning back, said: "Good, I've got the phone number."
Mrs. Qin exclaimed joyfully: "That's wonderful!"
Qin Sui: "..."
The show's executive director received an unexpected call: "Hello, who is this?"
"This is Qin Haoming."
The director thought to himself, who's Qin Haoming? You should clarify your specific identity! Which company are you from, are you here for collaboration or what?
These thoughts ran through the director's mind, and then in a flash, he realized!
Qin Haoming!
The one and only Qin Haoming! The man who had opened luxury shopping malls all over the world, prominently featured on the Forbes list!
He didn't need to specify his company or identity!
"Mr... Mr. Qin?" The director stammered.
Mr. Qin had actually called him personally!
"Mm, I've seen your show. It's not bad," Mr. Qin, being very busy, paused briefly and said concisely, "I want to send my son over. What do you think?"
This was an enormous surprise, no, shock. The director's expression changed slightly, feeling a bit overwhelmed, he said, "Do... do you know that the young master of the Sheng Family is also on this show?"
The man who had just called your son an idiot.
"I know, that's why I thought of sending my son to you, isn't it? How else would I have come up with this idea?"
"But... but your son and the Sheng Family's heir don't get along very well..." Wouldn't that blow the entire production team sky-high?
"It's precisely because they don't get along that he needs to go. Boys need to compete more to develop good character."
"..." The director was at a loss for words. "But the show's rules only allow for one participant."
"Hmm, how much investment would it take to change the rules? Would 30 million be enough? If not, how about 50 million? 60 million?"
The director took a deep breath.
His show was originally just a fringe program. If it hadn't been for the interest of Sheng Yuxiao's mother, he wouldn't have been able to secure even the current level of investment.
Who would have thought Mr. Qin would be willing to invest so much?
But the director steeled himself and politely declined: "I'm sorry, Mr. Qin, but it's really not possible. This show can only have one guest for the exchange."
"That's a shame." Qin Haoming said, and promptly hung up.
The director wept bitterly at losing such a big opportunity, but then he thought, at least he didn't have to worry about having his head knocked off by the young master of the Sheng Family. That was a blessing in disguise.
On Qin Sui's end, he had overheard the entire conversation between his father and the production team. Good, the show's rules didn't allow it. He would remember them and praise them properly when the opportunity arose.
Qin Sui, quite satisfied, went upstairs to rest by himself.
Mrs. Qin was left behind, sighing to her husband: "Why couldn't they allow it? Ah, what a pity. Such a good opportunity."
It rained again in Li Family Village.
Sheng Yuxiao, holding a tattered umbrella, was walking Li Xiaoya to school. As they walked, he said, "We still have some money left. Let's go and replace this broken umbrella sometime. What kind of thing is this? When it covers the left ear, it can't cover the right ear."
There were always a few holes leaking water.
Li Xiaoya nodded and said, "We can go pick mushrooms to sell again. Let's go to the town. They say there are many things to buy in town. They must sell umbrellas too."
Li Xiaoya finally showed the curiosity a child should have. She licked her lips, her eyes sparkling as she said, "I've never been to town before."
Sheng Yuxiao patted her head. "Brother will take you."
Li Xiaoya tugged at his sleeve.
Sheng Yuxiao lowered his head. "Hm? What is it?"
Li Xiaoya took out a handkerchief from her pocket. It was faded and discolored from washing, but very clean. She used it to wipe the water off Sheng Yuxiao's ear.
Sheng Yuxiao couldn't help but pat her head again and asked, "If you've never been to town before, how did you sell the mushrooms you picked?"
"Uncle Dong from the village buys a lot of mushrooms, then takes them to the city to sell."
"Oh, so like last time, how much could you sell that whole basket of mushrooms you picked for?"
"Three yuan."
"Three yuan?!" Sheng Yuxiao's expression twisted for a moment.
Even the audience in the comments was shocked.
[What? A whole basket for three yuan? The cheapest wild mushrooms I buy at the market start at 40 yuan per pound!]
[What kind of heartless produce merchant is this?]
[They're really taking advantage of a child! I can't stand to watch this! I think there's something wrong with this entire Li Family Village]
[Does Li Xiaoya have fans now? Are you cursing the whole village just to defend Li Xiaoya? Three yuan is not bad for her. How can produce merchants make money if they don't keep prices low? They're not running a charity business, you know nothing]
The comments once again erupted into an argument about whether Li Xiaoya was good or bad.
Meanwhile, Sheng Yuxiao was holding back his anger, thinking to himself, this lousy village still wants me to finish filming the show and turn it into a tourist attraction?
Dream on.
It's lucky I'm not blowing it up.
"Wait a moment, Young Master Sheng, don't go forward," a staff member's voice suddenly rang out from behind the camera.
The audience's attention was finally drawn back from their meaningless arguments:
[What's wrong?]
"It looks like there's been a landslide up ahead," the staff member said with a frown.
Sheng Yuxiao squinted his eyes and looked. The road extended forward, but at the end, a dark mass blocked the way.
Indeed, there had been a landslide. He had been so focused on chatting with Li Xiaoya that he hadn't noticed at all.
"That's perfect, no need to go to school then. Go home and rest," Sheng Yuxiao thought it was a good idea. He would help Li Xiaoya pick mushrooms later.
Li Xiaoya nodded disappointedly and started walking back through the muddy water.
But after just a few steps...
The staff member's expression suddenly changed, and he shouted, "Holy shit!"
"Young Master Sheng, quick, run! There's a landslide!"
Everything happened with incredible speed.
The scent of earth in their nostrils suddenly became overwhelmingly strong, followed by a thunderous "boom." Sheng Yuxiao tossed aside the umbrella, wrapped Li Xiaoya against his chest, and sprinted away on his long legs.
Part of the mountainside came rushing down, carrying mud, rocks, and the trees and plants that grew on the slope, all sliding down together.
The camera shook violently as the production crew ran for their lives, not even sparing a moment to check on Sheng Yuxiao's situation.
Sheng Yuxiao held his breath and ran frantically for several miles.
Finally, the rumbling stopped.
The collapsed part of the mountain had piled up on the road.
The production crew glanced back, still feeling shaken, and hurriedly urged, "Let's go, let's go back to the village first!"
Sheng Yuxiao slowly exhaled, then looked down only to realize he was holding Li Xiaoya upside down.
Cursing himself for being careless, he quickly turned her right-side up and asked, "Did you get hurt?"
Li Xiaoya's eyes trembled, and the tears that had been welling up instantly spilled over.
How could Sheng Yuxiao bear to see this? Just as he was about to comfort her, he heard Li Xiaoya cry out with a "wah": "You... you're bleeding..."
Me? I'm bleeding?
Sheng Yuxiao put Li Xiaoya down on the ground and lowered his gaze to look.
His pant leg was torn, and blood had soaked through a large area of the fabric. But because the pants were dark in color, it wasn't immediately noticeable.
Sheng Yuxiao's breath caught for a moment, and only then did he feel an intense, bone-deep pain spreading into his brain.
The production crew heard the commotion and looked over as well.
Then they all panicked in unison: "Quick! Quick! Let's go back and get the car! We need to get to the hospital!"
Otherwise, those two from the Sheng family would have their heads for this!
This live broadcast accident once again topped the trending topics.
Not only did Sheng Jun and Xu Qiulai see it, but Mr. Qin saw it too.
Mr. Qin, busy as he was, took a moment to call the chief director again: "I suppose you have an opening now?"
The chief director was shocked to receive the call.
You're still thinking about that opening at a time like this!
As expected of the Sheng family's mortal enemy!
I almost suspected you might be able to control the weather and triggered a landslide to crush the Sheng family's only son right then and there!
