Chapter 162: Date with Yuan (Sorry for the Meeting) The "family" here refers to Yu Xian. After all, Chen Zhuo told his parents that she might also be a family member in the future. After finishing classes in the morning, Chen took a bus home from school. Just as expected, Chen Peisong and Mao Xiaoqin had already prepared the meal, and there was a cake in the middle of the table. "Hurry up and wash your hands before going to the table!" When Chen Peisong saw his son coming back, he urged him to wash his hands and ran to put candles on the cake. Time is tight at noon, but there is no need to be so anxious at night. When Chen came out after washing his hands, he saw his parents lighting the candles with a lighter. They were very careful for fear that the wax would drip into the cake. “Why are there 18 of them?” Chen took a look and said with a mixed feeling of laughter and tears. The cake is not big to begin with, and so many candles make it look crowded together, a bit like a palm-sized hill planted with bamboos.
"You can put as many candles as you want at your age. What's wrong with that?" Mother Mao Xiaoqin asked from the side. "Then I will be 19 next year. Will you also insert 19 penises?" Chen sat in front of the cake, the flickering candlelight reflected on his face. "From now on, I won't celebrate your little birthdays anymore! I'll only celebrate your big birthdays every ten years. That means two candles for your twentieth birthday and three candles for your thirtieth birthday." As Mao Xiaoqin spoke, she took out her cellphone to record the process of her son blowing out the candles. Chen Zhuo closed his eyes. The action of "closing eyes and making a wish before blowing out the candles" was purely subconscious, as natural as drinking water when thirsty. He didn't know when he developed this habit. Chen Peisong and Mao Xiaoqin smiled at each other. Their son's cute action reminded them of his childhood. "3, 2, 1..." After Chen made the wish, he opened his eyes and counted down to three, then blew out the candles hard. My cheeks were a little sore from blowing out the 18 candles. After I finally blew them out, a wisp of green smoke floated in the living room. Chen Peisong took down the candles and prepared to share the cake. Mao Xiaoqin jokingly said to her son, "You looked so serious when you made a wish. What were you mumbling about?" Mao Xiaoqin thought that normal wishes were "academic progress, everything goes well, all dreams come true...", but since Chen was in love, she might have to add "a happy relationship". Empress Dowager Mao still wanted to find out who the girl was who her son was dating tonight. “Can I tell you my birthday wish?” Chen looked confused: "It seems that it won't work if I say it out loud." "That's not necessarily the case." Mao Xiaoqin said cheerfully: "Some wishes may only come true with the help of mom and dad." What Mao Xiaoqin hinted at was that only relationships that are blessed by parents can come to fruition. She is truly worthy of being a regular doctor, as she spoke in a tactful and implicit way.
"Then I'll say it." So, the innocent Chen Zhe really told his mother his birthday wish: "What I just said silently was that I hope my parents can lend me 20,000 yuan..." Mao Xiaoqin's smiling face suddenly froze. "Hahaha~" Chen Peisong couldn't help laughing. He really deserved it! His son could make so much money by speculating in stocks without telling anyone, and he treated him like a child? "Mom~" Chen Zhuo still asked Empress Dowager Mao innocently: "Can this wish come true? I only told you because you said you could help me." The corners of Mao Xiaoqin's mouth twitched, and she felt like she had fallen into a pit. But 20,000 yuan is not a small amount, and whether you give it to her or not, you have to know the reason clearly. "What do you want the money for?" Mao Xiaoqin asked slightly seriously. "I want to register a company, and I need money for some odds and ends." Chen was eating the sickly sweet cake and answering the question of what the 20,000 yuan was for. After your birthday, you become an adult, and then you need to spend money to register a company, treat employees to meals, make business cards, and write contracts. As I am not moving my stocks now, I have finally reached the point of relying on my parents for support. However, in Mao Xiaoqin's opinion, her son's step was a bit too big. As a college student, it is understandable that you can make money by trading stocks. After all, it is just a matter of operating on a computer and the procedure is not that complicated. But is it that easy to run a company? Not to mention the industrial and commercial taxes, personal relationships, employee relations, profits and losses... all these are on the boss's shoulders. You are only 18 years old, do you know how to deal with these things? Chen knew that Old Chen and Empress Dowager Mao had worked in the system for a long time and were not the kind of parents who could be easily fooled. But there is also an advantage, which is that it will be more reasonable. Just like when he wanted to use the graduation banquet to trade stocks, as long as they agreed to open an account in Mao Xiaoqin's name and keep her under supervision at all times, they finally agreed to his request. So Chen Zhuo told them the concept and original intention of "" and "" and said: "Internet entrepreneurship nowadays is different from the previous business model where you have to get drunk every day to promote your products." “The core of a technology company is technology and creativity. CUHK has both. We also have a group of like-minded students who all want to create something.” "It doesn't matter if I fail, it's an experience worth remembering anyway." "Dad, Mom, I don't want to leave school with only a few certificates after graduation. College is so rich in time that I can multitask a lot of things at the same time." …… Due to financial constraints, Chen's words were full of emotion, and the image of an aspiring young man who is unwilling to waste time and has the courage to fight in the new era came to life on paper. Finally, he added: "I will consider this 20,000 yuan as a loan, and I will return it to you after I sell the stocks."
Mao Xiaoqin said nothing and looked at her husband. She does manage the money at home, but when it comes to big things like this, it is actually Chen Peisong who makes the final decision. "Eat first, before the food gets cold." Old Chen calmly served the soup to his wife and son. This was the chicken soup with Codonopsis and Astragalus that he had specially stewed in a pressure cooker before going to the office in the morning. It’s autumn now, and drinking more of this soup can help your throat feel less dry. Seeing Chen Zhuo drinking it mouthful by mouthful, Chen Peisong spoke up, "Just like your mother said before, you are our only son, so there is no point in talking about whether to lend or not among the three of us." "Besides, you don't use this money for fun." Chen Peisong thought about it, and without further delay gave his opinion, saying affirmatively and appreciatively: "I really think the two websites you mentioned can be very useful to the general public. If that's the case, why not support them if you have the conditions?" "Doctor Mao, what do you think?" Chen Peisong set the tone, but the transfer still needed to be handled by Mao Xiaoqin, so he humorously changed the subject. "You two have discussed it, and now you ask for my opinion. How can my opinion be effective as an outsider?" Mao Xiaoqin pretended to be angry. In fact, she also understood that even if she didn't give it, her son could come up with the money by selling some stocks. However, if he encountered similar problems in the future, he might not be willing to discuss it with his parents. This was something Mao Xiaoqin didn't want to see, so she might as well agree to it. So, Chen finished his birthday lunch with a feeling of "got what he wanted". He had a class at two o'clock in the afternoon, so he hurried downstairs to catch a taxi. When the couple were the only ones left at home, it suddenly felt a lot quieter. Mao Xiaoqin sat at the dining table, looking at the remaining cake, put down her chopsticks and sighed: "I don't know if starting a business will encounter great difficulties. I always feel very nervous." Chen Peisong was actually a little worried, but he had to comfort his wife: "It doesn't matter if we fail. It is still a valuable experience after all. Besides, my son is quite mature now. I think the possibility of success is a little greater." "How can you tell that you are mature?" Mao Xiaoqin snorted and said, "My clothes can't be washed clean at school. I have to wash them again by hand every time I get home." "I'm not talking about life." Chen Peisong put his arm around his wife's shoulders and said with emotion: "When Chen made a wish just now, I was close to him and heard him say that he hoped we would be healthy. He didn't even mention the 20,000 yuan." "Oh~" Mao Xiaoqin was suddenly touched. It turned out that in her son's heart, his parents were still the first. But on the surface, she still rolled her eyes at her husband and said, "So I dug the hole myself and jumped into it." Chen Peisong patted his belly, smiled and said nothing. Mao Xiaoqin leaned her head on her husband's body. The clock ticked away, and the deserted living room slowly became warm again.
After a while, it was almost time for the couple to go to work, and Chen Peisong reminded his wife to transfer the money early. "I know~" Mao Xiaoqin said unhappily: "Although I understand everything, to be honest, I still hope Chen Zhe won't start a business." "I'd rather he take the 20,000 yuan and go on a date with Xiao Song or Xiao Yu tonight!" ······ (Sorry, I had a meeting until 12 this morning, so I wrote this at noon.) (End of this chapter)