Everyone unanimously likes He Yuxiang when it comes to the movies he starred in.

--handsome!

This perfectly illustrates what it means to:

He can kill one person in ten steps and leave no trace for a thousand miles.

He left after accomplishing his task, concealing his identity and name.

To take showing off to the extreme.

Although his character isn't exactly a positive one, that doesn't stop people from liking him; chivalrous figures always inspire people's aspirations.

He Yuxiang even received invitations from domestic film studios.

He politely declined.

I really don't have time.

He wants to launch a television set before the end of the year.

That's how you make a fortune.

Otherwise, Yang Yihe and Mao Mao would kill him.

Yang Yihe was concerned about her money.

Mao Mao is his brother and is quite loyal. After learning that he was truly poor, he didn't blame him for not voting for him. Instead, he started to help him financially.

He Yuxiang regretted not borrowing money from his aunt to vote for him, and promised Mao Mao, "When you release an album someday, I'll buy a hundred copies."

Mao Mao, expressionless, replied: "One thousand."

He Yuxiang felt a pang of heartache, but gritted his teeth and said, "Fine!"

After robbing He Yuxiang, Mao Mao finally felt a little better, which had been making her feel so angry.

He Yuxiang didn't have time for idle chatter: "I have to get back to work."

Mao Mao had no choice but to help.

But after hearing about this, Wang Wenming felt indignant on Mao Mao's behalf and specially invited Mao Mao out for a late-night snack.

“Mao Mao, why don’t you come work for me? We’ve been brothers for a long time. I’ve already given you fifty votes, but he gave Xiao Yu a hundred votes and didn’t give you a single one. That’s too much.”

"No need. I know He Yuxiang. He doesn't think that much. He just thinks one or two votes are meaningless, and he's reluctant to give up too many. Besides, I'm not a girl, so being fashionable doesn't matter. He can't be bothered with me."

Mao Mao sighed.

We've known each other since we were children.

We know each other too well.

Wang Wenming frowned: "Are you sure He Yuxiang is really that good?"

“Well, if he weren’t good, he wouldn’t have been my first friend when I was a kid and nobody paid attention to me. After I couldn’t sing anymore, he found me a lot of musical instruments. He’s been so good to me, I can’t just look at him for no reason.” Mao Mao smiled at Wang Wenming. “Besides, I feel really bad. I’ve already scolded him, so let it go.”

"Actually, he didn't give you much profit. Do you know how much money he made? And he gave it to you. Mao Mao, you're still young. You've never experienced the feeling of being short of money. You don't understand. Money is very useful. He Yuxiang's family is already very well-off, yet he's still so greedy and unwilling to share his money with you..."

"Wang Wenming!" Mao Mao interrupted him coldly: "If you stand up for me and scold He Yuxiang, I don't think it's a big deal. We're brothers. It's normal for brothers to quarrel and fight if they don't do well. But you've gone too far by sowing discord for your own benefit."

I know what you're trying to say. You feel He Yuxiang isn't giving you enough, but can you really earn that much by working alone? He Yuxiang has established connections and leverages his family's power to expand rapidly—things you and I couldn't achieve in a short time working alone. I want to ask, are you really earning as much as Dwarf Tiger right now?

"I'm being dragged down by my family. The reason He Yuxiang earns so much is because his family is well-off..."

"Yes, his family is well-off, and yours is poor. You're being dragged down by your family now, will you be dragged down by your employees later? He Yuxiang is daring and enterprising. If it were me alone, I would never want to do business, let alone make any money. I can't expect He Yuxiang to kindly show me different scenery, and I'd complain that I didn't take enough flowers with me, right? Don't you think that's putting the cart before the horse? And the reason you're so well connected with the garment factory now, didn't you use your aunt's influence? Have you told anyone that you know Chen Qing, the factory manager of Shengxia Garment Factory?!"

Wang Wenming stared blankly at Mao Mao.

Her lips trembled, unsure how to refute.

Finally, he lowered his head in shame.

Mao Mao stood up: "I'm leaving first. If you have any conscience, I hope you won't let money blind you."

Wang Wenming sat there, motionless for a long time.

Mao Mao wrapped her clothes tighter around herself and walked outside, her heart filled with unbearable sadness.

Wang Wenming wasn't like this before...

Is money really that powerful? That it can completely change a person?

With a myriad of thoughts swirling in his mind, the melody automatically floated into his head. After returning home, he memorized the tune and wrote down the lyrics, completing a song in a short time.

He stared blankly at yet another new song of his, and silently closed the notebook containing the song notes.

When he arrived at the living room, the house was empty. His father was also caught up in the chaos due to the major reforms at the machinery factory. Since learning that his aunt was about to leave, his mother had been going to his aunt's house whenever she had free time.

After thinking for a moment, Mao Mao also went to her aunt's house.

My aunt's house is very lively, with elderly people from the factory's residential area and her friends.

My aunt was surrounded by people, with a large stack of tissues in her arms.

Chen Qing looked up at the door and saw that it was Mao Mao. She finally breathed a sigh of relief. After the news of her impending departure spread, the employees cried when they saw her, a group of old friends cried when they saw her, and even Director Liu and his wife cried when they came.

"Guangdong Province is my home, and I will definitely come back often in the future."

"Who can say for sure?"

"Yes, it's such a hassle to go back and forth like this."

"We haven't heard from you since you came back, and it's been difficult for us to meet."

...

Everyone was talking at once, and Chen Qing called Mao Mao over: "Mao Mao, come here, let everyone hear your new song. Let me tell you, you all don't know how excellent our Mao Mao is. He can sing like a superstar. He's not famous yet, so let's listen to him now, otherwise we'll have to buy tickets later."

Mao Mao blushed a little from the praise: "Auntie, that's too much."

"No, no," Chen Qing whispered in his ear, "Whether I can escape this encirclement depends on you."

Mao Mao chuckled, "I know."

He went to sit in his aunt's seat, becoming the center of attention, and slowly began to sing.

Everyone listened intently, their eyes filled with admiration.

Chen Qing quickly retreated.

The end of the year is approaching.

She also has to write an end-of-year report.

As the current factory director of Shengxia Garment Factory, she has to stand firm at her post until the very end.

People outside noticed Chen Qing's busyness and slowly dispersed.

When Chen Qing was looking through documents in his study, he was shocked when he saw the total revenue for the year.

Profits reached a staggering 270 million!

This astonishing figure is truly thanks to the rapid expansion of Summer Clothing Store.

Even she never expected to earn so much money.

The next day, Chen Qing went to verify the figures again before writing them down, making sure to inform Minister Lian.

Minister Lian gasped, his excitement mixed with growing unease. Could Chen Qing truly create as much value as Shengxia Factory after arriving in the capital? What if Chen Qing's brilliance dimmed after his arrival, making it difficult for Shengxia Sports Factory to achieve its former glory? How would he explain this to the people?! (End of Chapter)