Reaching the age of thirty, my income randomly doubled

Late October.

Song Shuiqing, who worked in Capital City, suddenly received major news in the family group chat.

When she opened the group chat, a document was clearly pinned at the top.

"The Entrepreneurial Fund of the Family, Chen and Song Families' Support Plan".

It was sent by her sister-in-law, who had been working in Capital City for over a year.

To date, no one knew she was the beloved cousin of the lady boss.

The only pity was that ever since her cousin and her family moved to Magic City, they seldom returned to Capital City.

They almost chose to settle there long-term, even the extensively renovated and billion-invested Siheyuan is now unoccupied.

It's just sitting there, gathering dust.

The main scene in Capital City is still Tengying Entertainment; as the big boss moved to Magic City, investments here visibly declined.

Not a single major investment has been made ever since.

Nowadays, the company's development has completely leaned toward Greater Magic City, while another portion of funds has also flowed towards Xiangjiang.

In just a few years, hardly anyone in the Old Song Family could have imagined that their son-in-law could develop the company to this extent.

Now, for the relatives on their side, who isn't proud of the brother-in-law?

When talking to others, they carry themselves with a straight back.

They start conversations with how awesome their brother-in-law is.

Song Shuiqing received several calls from home, all about the entrepreneurial fund.

In the past, the brother-in-law managed his enterprise strictly, and only very few could join the group.

Those who did were given entry-level positions and never made it to the middle or senior management.

Even Song Shuiqing herself hadn't seen her brother-in-law for quite a while.

After pondering, she asked her boss for leave, grabbed her bag, and left.

According to the document, relatives like her could each receive eight million yuan in entrepreneurial funds, available in four installments.

This meant you were allowed to fail three times, and if you still couldn't succeed by the fourth time,

then it's as though heaven didn't create me, Song Shuiqing.

The opportunity was fair and just, issued in a formal document with a seal.

That meant everyone was equal.

After returning home, several of her cousins showed up.

Everyone was eager to go to Magic City and lean on their brother-in-law's family; wouldn't it be great?

Maybe they could even find success in starting their own business.

Song Shuiqing thought it over and decided she wanted to give it a try as well; what if she succeeded? Stay tuned for updates on empire

Under the direct influence of the document, almost half of the Chen and Song families' relatives set off for Magic City.

Some took planes, others high-speed trains.

Out of the dozens of people, who could end up succeeding, who could tell?

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Magic City, Tan Palace Villas.

Just arriving there, Song Shuiqing was still shocked by the super-sized garden villa.

Isn't it said that housing prices in Magic City are even higher than in Capital City?

Indeed, the influence of housing prices still only affects ordinary people like them.

Her brother-in-law's family led a glamorous life wherever they went.

Living in such a top-tier grand villa, could add a good ten or eight years to your life.

Song Shuiqing came with a few of her cousins.

Once again, she lamented that her elder male cousin jumped too soon.

If it were now, he might have attempted shared bikes again, and even in the case of failure, the brother-in-law's family would bear it.

There wouldn't be a need to beg at the door; you could directly apply for the family entrepreneurial fund based on kinship.

Not to say what shouldn't be said, but this seems to also represent a brand-new starting point for both the Chen and Song families.

Since many relatives arrived these past days, Chen Pingsheng and Song Yanxi simply couldn't entertain them around the clock, so they scheduled one day for a small family assembly.

It wasn't only Song Shuiqing and her group who showed up, but Song Jun from Sha City also came.

After studying culinary arts for two years in Fei Yangyang Sha City, he too directly rushed to Greater Magic City with the family plan's announcement.

At his home for dining, there are two restaurants, one being the small restaurant with long marble tables.

The other is a super-large banquet restaurant, with a big round table that seats more than twenty.

Their house is staffed with two top-tier chefs and three maids.

One specializes in Chinese cuisine, the other in Western cuisine.

They continue the lifestyle from Xiangjiang where everyone selects their own dishes and drinks.

The menu includes various high-end ingredients only available in top domestic gourmet restaurants.

For beverages, there is '82 Lafite, different vintages of Romantic Conti, and Guo Jiao 1573 for three hundred fifty thousand a bottle.

His home's liquor cabinet is unimaginably large; everyone uses a tablet to choose what they want for lunch.

The maids hand one to each person.

When in Capital City, the lifestyle of her brother-in-law's family could still be understood.

But since moving to Magic City, it's simply unimaginable.

Anyway, Song Shuiqing never thought her cousin's family could already be living like this; she glanced at Chen An'an and knew from her accustomed demeanor.

Her family must have been living this way for a while.

Even the younger auntie, Liu Fen, seemed to have adapted clearly.

Dishes included dozens and hundreds of options; whatever you wanted, someone would bring it to you.

It's all the same life, but this is the difference.

"Brother-in-law, can I have some milk tea?"

"Of course, you can, just place your order."

Song Shuiqing had graduated for two years, and this little cousin of his was quite good.

"Shuiqing, you've been working in Capital City for so long, haven't you found a boyfriend or anything?"

Song Shuiqing blushed, "I had one, but we broke up later."

That's pretty normal, in an era of free love, which girl hasn't had a few relationships?

Out of all these relatives, if talking about beauty, it would surely be Jiang Peiyao who takes the top spot. Look at her tilting her head to one side, quietly observing left and right.

Chen Pingsheng curiously asked her, "Peiyao, what are you looking at?"

Jiang Peiyao smiled sheepishly, "Brother-in-law, I'm wondering what everyone's going to do with the two million they received!"

"Naturally, something they're familiar with."

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Chen Pingsheng advised her, "You don't need to think about all that. Once the trainee competition is over, you'll almost be ready to take on a leading role."

"Brother-in-law, isn't it too soon? I'm only 22!"

Jiang Peiyao was still adorable with her past phase of pink hair as the bad girl.

She quickly reverted to her former self and remained quite low-key.

"What's too soon? You've been with your brother-in-law at Tengying Entertainment since you were eighteen, and almost four years have passed in the blink of an eye."

Chen Pingsheng said, "Just focus on becoming your big star, and who knows, in a few more years, everyone from our hometown may take pride in you."

The benefits for small places of producing a big star were self-evident.

It could drive local development and significantly boost recognition.

"How could that be? With Brother-in-law around, being a big star is useless."

Jiang Peiyao giggled, another bit more grown up.

Still remembered at eighteen for her strikingly beautiful looks, stunning at first glance.

The flaw was also obvious: her chest wasn't big.

After a few years of slight growth, she was almost catching up to Big Mi Mi.

"Dad, I want to apply to start my own business too."

Chen An'an, wearing frog-eye glasses, ran over. She had even put together a slightly sick outfit for herself.

The six large characters on it couldn't be more eye-catching.

To succeed, first go crazy.

Even though Chen Pingsheng knew the so-called success studies were nothing more than a capitalist's tool for continuous internal motivation and a brainwashing sales tactic, he didn't stop Chen An'an from exploring them.

Mainly, because at her age, it was always good to be exposed to a variety of things.

Given her shrewdness, she'd likely figure out what success studies were all about after delving into them for a while.

Chen Pingsheng never promoted such culture within the group; he had one and only belief.

Work more, take more.

It was that simple.

But just because that's what he thought didn't mean that others felt the same.

Take the hairdressing industry, for example. Salons, not large, constantly held motivational meetings throughout the day.

They preferred you to be in a frenzy all day long.

Turns out, when you ask about the salary, Mr. Tony, who used to make five thousand a decade ago, could only make four thousand now.

The industry's average income hadn't increased in ten years, and Mr. Tony's peers, after five years of training, were making about five thousand.

Barely more than someone who washed hair.

Compared to the beauticians at Water Cloud Space, the difference was astounding—a hundred thousand miles apart.

You'd think they'd want it to be like this, but in truth, they were just being exploited by the capitalists at the top.

It's also an industry where you can recharge your spending, something Chen Pingsheng had looked into for a while.

The capitalists at the top designed a quick money laundering scheme, relying on recharge methods for rapid cost recovery and profit.

To accommodate this system, they even modified success studies into an internal culture; all about pep talks.

Keeping employees excited, pushing customers to recharge their accounts endlessly.

And yet, that money never really made it into their own pockets.

The higher-ups took the customer's money, switched locations, rebranded, and started all over again using the same method.

They could break even in less than three months and spend the remaining months reaping cash profits.

Once most customers had cards, they'd switch places and start anew.

Leaving lower-level employees struggling and facing endless customer complaints.

You could say, the ones who designed this money-making method never considered the future of the industry at all.

All they cared about was satisfying their own greed.

After learning a bit about the hairdressing industry, Chen Pingsheng found it heartbreakingly grim.

An industry without salary increases for over a decade, where average incomes kept declining.

You can imagine the lives of those working in it.

The majority are left with no choice but to change professions.

This is the evil outcome brought on by the pathological recharging model.

"At your young age, you think you can start a business?"

"Of course, I can, Dad. Don't underestimate me."

Chen An'an exaggerated, "I was a little entrepreneur who could earn money performing at the age of five. At school, besides my stable grades, who didn't praise me for being wealthy?"

The spoiled brat knew exactly how to talk.

The teacher's actual words went something like this, "An'an, how did you get 24th place again?"

"An'an, you've dropped to 25th place."

The class had a total of only 25 students.

Turned around in her mouth, it became the teacher constantly praising her stable grades.

You couldn't find a single fault.

Consistently ranking second to last—wasn't that stability?

As for being wealthy, that really was universally acknowledged.

Her family wasn't really locals in Magic City; even calling them out-of-towners wasn't an exaggeration.

The locals had a strong sense of superiority, that was certain.

Looking down on out-of-towners was beyond doubt, but what they looked down upon were those without money.

For someone like Chen An'an, who was dropped off and picked up from school in a top-class Phantom with two bodyguard vehicles in tow,

Who could look down on her?

And who would dare to do so?

Chen Pingsheng rather liked her thick-skinned nature.

After all, anything that reached her mouth could be spun from wrong to right.

This was probably what they called a sophistic argument!

It wasn't really a fault; on the contrary, saying it was a strength wasn't an exaggeration.

She was just dabbling with some success studies online, but once she saw those success study seminars,

She'd probably realize it right away.

Success, my ass, those gurus are claiming that growing up on motivational talks could land me a million-dollar salary a year.

Frightened, she'd be running for the hills.

"Alright, your dad also gives you two million."

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