Reaching the age of thirty, my income randomly doubled

Chapter 710: Chapter 518: Under the Sky Bridge

Winter vacation is coming soon.

Chen An’an still feels reluctant to leave her classmates.

February 5th is the Spring Festival of 2018, and the holidays start on January 20th.

The closer the holidays approach, the rowdier the classmates become.

Chen An’an has been preparing for a long time for the final exams which are coming up soon.

She even specifically wrote an essay titled “My Dad” and read it out loud on the school’s podium.

When the teacher asked her how she planned to spend this winter vacation, Chen An’an said she wanted to go wandering on the sea on Earth, a promise made by Dad three years ago.

She also tried her utmost, longing to make her parents proud.

She might not be as smart as Er Piya, but she is clearly more diligent than Er Ya.

The teacher smiled reassuringly and mentioned that if she goes to Xiangjiang for the Spring Festival, she could also give her a call.

She is going to Xiangjiang this year, where the salary of a teacher in a top international school goes without saying.

Coming from an ordinary family background wouldn’t be too bad either.

Chen An’an also invited Zi and Xiaomi from her class to go to Xiangjiang.

Their parents also have houses there, just of different sizes.

Zi and Xiaomi, who grew up with her and have called her An’an for four or five years, still share a quite good friendship.

When Chen Pingsheng came to pick her up, he happened to meet her homeroom teacher, Ji Lin.

“Mr. Ji.”

“An’an’s Dad, your An’an is really remarkable this year.”

“It’s all thanks to the teacher’s guidance.”

“Not just that, I’ve heard it all from An’an. She said it was because you, as a father, lead by example by showing her many people and things that she had never seen before.”

Ji Lin is not a native of Magic City; her hometown is in Guangdong and she moved to Magic City for work.

She only returns to Guangdong every Spring Festival.

“To be honest, I think your way of educating An’an is very wise. It’s just a pity that it can’t be widely promoted. For someone of your status to spend so much time on your child is indeed rare.”

This teacher really knows how to speak; Chen Pingsheng laughs and says, “Children are our future, naturally, we need to put more effort into them.”

“An’an’s Dad, I have a feeling that when An’an grows up she will definitely become a very successful and great woman.”

“I hope your words come true.”

Chen Pingsheng feels that Little An’an is already quite great. She hardly spends money on herself anymore, choosing instead to donate to charity.

This kind of mentality is really rare among the privileged class.

After leaving the school, Chen Pingsheng secretly took Chen An’an to see her cousin, Mrs. Qing.

To see what her unreliable cousin was up to now.

“Dad, isn’t Mrs. Qing learning to be an influencer with Er Ya?”

“Er Piya can’t even handle herself, let alone teaching others. Just wait and see when we get there.”

Chen Pingsheng drove her in the prestigious Maybach, which was very stable.

Even Maybach has gone off-road now; he had to get the latest model to try.

Father and daughter drove the car under a flyover without getting too close.

Mainly because they were afraid of being recognized by Mrs. Qing; it’s better not to meet at this time to avoid awkwardness.

In the era of influencers, it really is a mess.

Just under this small flyover, there gathered nearly a hundred female broadcasters of varying prominence.

The oldest are over fifty, using beauty filters at maximum level, and incessantly calling out to young men.

She’s not worried about top fans accusing her of scams.

Then there are some who look so down-to-earth, but once the maximum level beauty filter is on, they look like monsters.

The ones who hate beauty filters the most are not the customers, but the true beauties.

True beauties are originally a rare resource, one in a hundred. Now under the effect of level ten beauty filters, everyone looks similar.

Even if you brought Liu Yifei here, she wouldn’t compare to a level ten beauty filter influencer.

It’s that exaggerated.

Chen An’an, like her dad, craned her neck forward and actually spotted her cousin, Mrs. Qing.

She was standing in a small clearing doing the duck dance, her body stiff, and Mrs. Qing who had never learned to dance looked especially awkward.

If she posted a video to her family group, she’d probably social suicide a whole bunch of them.

Chen An’an was quite surprised; Mrs. Qing, her distantly related aunt, was naturally a bit plump, with short legs and a slightly round face.

With her slightly bent legs doing the duck dance, it was simply indescribably bizarre.

At first glance, you’d think some little chubby girl had run out?

Clicking on her TikTok profile, it’s clear she’s livestreaming.

Looking into it, there’s a sparse crowd of less than ten people.

Mrs. Qing’s beauty filter is still quite realistic; even for a mere little star, she’d shout thanks to someone for a while.

Under this not-so-spacious overpass, although it’s messy, it’s undeniable that these are just dream-chasers from society.

Mrs. Qing has day jobs, only at night does she ride her electric scooter to avoid familiar faces in the big villas.

To do a few hours of livestreaming here.

While at it, she calls on her TikTok friends to shoot some short videos together.

Many misunderstand internet celebrities; it’s not about their income, but within this group, those who truly become famous are rare.

Those who can’t make it big drown in the crowd; they’re the vast majority.

Chen Pingsheng didn’t intend to joke about it; she just wanted Chen An’an to come and learn a bit.

She even didn’t let her bring it up with Mrs. Qing the next day.

Er Piya becoming an overnight sensation isn’t really a matter of skill.

It’s her identity; no need for any pretense to attract thousands of fans.

Expecting success tips from her situation is pure nonsense.

The only real tip to success, that’s having a great dad and mom.

That’s not replicable; even though flaunting wealth might make you popular fast, Mrs. Qing just can’t cross that psychological barrier.

Let’s just say, pretending doesn’t work; those so-called rich people on social media, aside from the genuinely famous ones,

are mostly fake rich, uneducated people posing in front of Rolls-Royce, or rented large villas, just aiming to harvest their fans, nothing more.

When a truly wealthy young miss appears, no wonder she gets a lot of attention.

It’s sad but true, in today’s times, the net celebrity crowd has indeed lowered the status of Rolls-Royce.

Before, Rolls-Royce was a leader’s standard, now it’s synonymous with internet celebrities.

Chen Pingsheng only drives the Maybach when working for Didi, more often than not, he’s driving other cars.

Among these relatives, Peng Jing is relatively hardworking; others might aspire to be internet celebrities, but after a day’s work, all they can do is flop down at home.

At least she’s making real efforts.

With winter vacation approaching, little sister Chen Qi’s Republican Era cheongsam store also officially opened, selling ready-made and custom cheongsams.

She even had Song Yanxi’s exclusive cheongsam tailor come here to oversee.

She has always tried her best to leverage her brother’s influence.

Song Yanxi’s specially made cheongsams start in the hundreds of thousands.

They can’t be washed or rubbed by hand; wearing them once costs hundreds to thousands in professional dry cleaning.

How could her tailor be simple?

Her little store couldn’t afford such a high-profile expert; it took her a long time persuading Song Yanxi to poach him from her sister-in-law’s side.

And then… the salary is still provided by the sister-in-law.

The money earned goes straight into her own pocket.

Chen Pingsheng frankly said to her, “Tell me why you opened this cheongsam store, seems like you had long planned to utilize your sister-in-law’s resources.”

“That’s right.”

Chen Qi readily admitted, not feeling the slightest bit problematic about it.

“My sister-in-law is so capable, and her cheongsam tailor is famous in all of Shanghai; I’m just making the best use of what’s available.”

“Fine, if you’re making the best use of it, at least pay her half the wages.”

“That I can’t afford.”

When it came to paying salaries, Chen Qi ran off in a flash.

Joking aside, her little shop’s hundred thousand rent is her brother’s storefront.

The woman cheongsam tailor doesn’t even need a salary from her; just moderately good performance can make four to five million a year easily.

The profit margin of a cheongsam shop is incomparable to regular clothing stores.