My Life with Narration

Chapter 586 - 577: The Artist

"God of Wealth, bless us, God of Wealth, bless us, bless my son’s movie to be a big hit and earn lots of money, Amitabha."

At this moment, Zhou Hui stood at the entrance with her hands clasped and bowed repeatedly, then offered an incense stick to the new God of Wealth portrait this year, feeling full of confidence, as if the God of Wealth had already started to bless her.

Meanwhile, the three members of the Su Family were watching the mysterious actions of the household matriarch with speechless expressions.

Not to mention, do you need to chant Amitabha when praying to the God of Wealth? They’re not even from the same belief system, come on.

But thinking about it, it’s understandable. After all, her beliefs are too mixed, Buddhism, Taoism, Jesus Christ, Western gods, native beliefs; it’s all based on her needs, and foreign beliefs mostly depend on who gives her eggs.

You give me eggs, I don’t mind believing in you for a few days. Once you stop giving eggs, well, sorry, one day of eggs only lets me believe in you for one day, a faith without eggs can just stay where it is.

Her mother Zhou Hui’s life creed is, as long as my beliefs are mixed enough, I am a successor of socialism.

After all, beliefs can also offset each other, having many beliefs is equivalent to having none, an atheist, a socialist paragon; all fear comes from not having enough money.

As the saying goes, dignity is only above banknotes, and truth is only within the balance of a bank account.

It must be said, apart from old Mr. Su in the household, both Su Qing and Su He, even Da Huang, inherited this excellent quality from their mom Zhou Hui.

Truly exceptional!

After Zhou Hui finished praying to the God of Wealth, old Mr. Su went to the kitchen to warm up the dishes for him to nibble on.

"By the way, son, what have you been up to these past couple of days that you were in such a hurry to leave on the first night of the New Year, gone for two or three days?" After dinner, the family was sitting in the living room, and Zhou Hui couldn’t help but ask.

Although she was curious about how much her son made investing in films, the family now wasn’t short of money, and Zhou Hui was more restrained about money than she used to be.

Hearing this, both old Mr. Su and Su He looked over, a bit curious.

"Uh... my classmate, it’s Da Qiang, his dad got into an accident at the construction site and passed away!" Su Qing explained.

Upon hearing this, the whole family was stunned.

With regards to his few friends, whether it was mom Zhou Hui, old Mr. Su, or Su He, even if they didn’t really remember them, they had heard about them from him.

Moreover, during high school, there was a time when San Er and the others came to play at their house; otherwise, Da Qiang wouldn’t have been able to find their home.

"Da Qiang... is he that little chubby one?" Zhou Hui thought for a moment and asked.

Hearing this, Su Qing nodded, but when he thought about Ding Qiang’s current appearance, he indeed had nothing to do with "little chubby" anymore, having lost so much weight his features changed.

Previously, when he wanted to lose weight, he couldn’t manage it no matter what; after this incident, he managed it instantly, so they say to lose weight you must go emo; as long as I’m not in a good mood, I won’t get fat.

"So what did he come to you for..." old Mr. Su asked.

Su Qing thought for a while, figured the money was earned by himself, and now he wasn’t a kid anymore, so he didn’t hide anything and directly said, "To borrow money. At that time, his dad was clinging to life in ICU; things were really bad, urgently needed surgery, so he came to me. But the surgery result... anyway, he didn’t make it off the surgery table. The operation was on the second day of the New Year; he passed away, buried on the third day. We went back to his hometown to help out, and just got back last night."

Upon hearing this, the family couldn’t help but sigh; after all, one moment someone is there, the next they’re gone. The poor child just graduated from university and lost their father; the family would have a tough time ahead.

"How much did you give?" Zhou Hui asked curiously.

Su Qing took a sip of water and replied indifferently, "300,000."

"300,000?" Zhou Hui and Su He gasped in unison; that’s no small sum; are young people borrowing tens of thousands just like that? Especially Zhou Hui felt it wasn’t right.

But at this time, old Mr. Su demonstrated the generosity befitting the head of the family, saying:

"Don’t make that face; now our son can make his own money, and he decides how to spend it. Though 300,000 seems like a lot, it’s not much for our son. The main point is that we had to give that money, it was life-saving money. His friend came to him for help; if he didn’t provide it, honestly, it wouldn’t look good."

If Su Qing didn’t have the ability, it would be a different story, but 300,000 isn’t much for him. If he doesn’t even help his good friend in such a major issue, it indeed sounds unreasonable.

Though lending money shows kindness and not lending shows principle, people are social creatures, and everyone has a few good friends.

Actually, everyone more or less unconsciously distinguishes a few particularly close friends.

These people, may have no money, no skills, may even borrow and not return it—just being alive, meeting up for a chat, providing emotional value is enough.

Clearly, for Su Qing, Da Qiang is one of those people in that circle.

When he decided to give the money, he didn’t expect Ding Qiang to pay it back, frankly, at least not in the short term, because it’s not a small amount.

He wasn’t a rich second-generation kid; he knows how hard it is for ordinary people to save 300,000. After all, he had been poor too, though he never experienced the kind of poverty where you starve or sleep on park benches, but after a year of struggling post-graduation, he understands money is hard-earned and life’s difficulties.

So, for Old Su to say these words today, I really have changed my opinion a lot, I can only say, no wonder he’s the head of the family, truly a man capable of making decisions in big matters.

Sure enough, upon hearing this, Mom, Zhou Hui, glared at her man and awkwardly said, "I didn’t say anything, did I?"

After saying that, Zhou Hui looked at her dear son and said, "Hmm, son, don’t worry, Mom supports you, this is serious business. But you need to be prepared, this money won’t come back soon. Since you’ve lent it, don’t rush, your relationship is good, don’t let money ruin it!"

Upon hearing this, Su Qing smiled, "Don’t worry, it won’t happen. We’ll save where we should and spend where we should. It’s just a pity the person couldn’t be saved, otherwise, the money would have been worth spending."

Hearing his words, the family could only sigh, and Mom Zhou Hui further said, "There’s no way around it; it’s fate. Sometimes one has to believe in fate."

"Actually, at that time, the doctors already said the success rate of the surgery was less than ten percent, but Da Qiang was unwilling to give up and wanted to take a chance," Su Qing explained.

After hearing this, Old Su nodded on the side, "That’s normal. Unless it’s a terminal illness with no hope at all, even if there’s a one percent chance, parents and children would want to try."

At this, Su He quietly raised her hand, smiled charmingly, and said, "Don’t worry, Dad, your daughter here is very calm. If that day comes for you, I’ll definitely pull the plug."

Su Hongye: ...

"Then you’d better take care of your health. You’re awake at night, losing bundles of hair, not exercising, I’m afraid you’ll go before me!"

Faced with Old Su’s counterattack, instead, Mom Zhou Hui burst into laughter, "Get off it, is this how you be a dad?"

After speaking, she looked at her dear son again and, a bit curiously, said, "Alright, this is a matter between your buddies, we won’t worry. By the way, son, Mom saw online that the movie you invested in is doing well at the box office, it’s a hit, you stand to make a lot this time, don’t you?"

Seeing his mom’s eyes turn to dollar signs, Su Qing couldn’t help but roll his eyes, "Probably, but today is only the second day, I can’t say for sure what the final box office will be, but it shouldn’t lose. Why? Are you out of money? Want me to transfer another hundred thousand for you to spend first?"

For the matriarch of the family, he’s quite generous, mainly because pleasing her makes life in this family much more comfortable for him. It’s practically a safety net; hasn’t his respect level gone up with Old Su already?

Hearing these words, Zhou Hui’s smile became even brighter, and she waved her hand, "No need, your mom doesn’t have much to spend on, why would I need that much money? The last million you transferred, I haven’t spent a single cent yet. Actually, I don’t even know what to buy, your mom is naturally beautiful, I don’t even use makeup, at most buy two pieces of clothing, some skincare products, that’s it really. Your dad’s salary is enough for that, no need for your money!"

Old Su, on the side, listened with a sense of sadness; asking for money meant coming to me, saving money meant it’s the son’s job. He feels so tired, with a son so rich now, can’t you spend his money? Not to mention, Old Su himself wants to retire now.

Having hoped for the son to succeed for so many years, it could be considered realized, so what’s the point of trying so hard?

It’s said that as long as people have support, they become lazy. That’s how Old Su is now, his mindset has started to shift.

Since he can’t be the first wealthy generation, being the father of one isn’t bad either.

"Ah, I’m so envious, when can I make big money like my brother? Brother, should I start live streaming to sell things? I feel selling goods is more profitable than taking ads," Su He sighed on the sofa.

Su Qing hearing this, "Can you sell things?"

"What’s there to not know, it’s just, family members, click the link, original price 999, now only nine yuan and ninety cents, with three bags of rice and a barrel of soy oil as gifts!"

Su Qing: ...

"Even the business partner’s bitter plant seeds will be compensated by you. Why don’t you just stay where it’s cooler. Focus on your short videos and taking ads properly.

Teacher Cang once said, if you can’t earn money lying down, then you have to work steadily and not daydream about shortcuts."

"Teacher Cang? Which Teacher Cang said this? Is he famous?" Mom Zhou Hui asked with curiosity.

Su Qing: "Eh... kind of a famous person?"

Old Su: "Nonsense, how come I don’t know any famous teacher with the surname Cang who said this?"

Su Qing: "That’s because you’re inexperienced, besides, they’re in the film industry, it’s normal for you not to know!"

Zhou Hui, hearing this, slapped her thigh, "Oh, it’s a celebrity, I knew it, you should have said so earlier!"

Su He: ...

"Well, brother, is this Teacher Cang a proper teacher?"

Su Qing: →_→

"That’s an artist!"

Su He: "Got it!"

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