boyutpedia Chapter 217 Idle Money
Chapter 217 Idle Money
"It's alright. Whether it's Houston or New York, they're places to make money, but ultimately, they're not home."
Wang Xiucheng's voice came through the phone.
silence!
Both sides suddenly fell silent.
After a dozen seconds, Wang Xiucheng broke the silence first, "Does your sister have any spare money?"
Jiang Yan was slightly taken aback, recalling some gossip she had seen, which suggested that Wang Xiucheng had picked up some bad habits in Las Vegas.
"There are some, what do you want to do with them?" Jiang Yan asked in a low voice.
She really wanted to refuse Wang Xiucheng, and even advised him not to get involved with those things, but the words just wouldn't come out of her mouth.
Who am I to Wang Xiucheng? What right do I have to care about him?
"How much spare money do you have?" Wang Xiucheng continued to ask.
"500 million, that's all the cash we can use right away."
Upon hearing this, Wang Xiucheng felt a bitter taste in his mouth.
He knew that Jiang Yan hadn't gone out to work for a long time.
Jiang Yan has been out of the spotlight since she was about three months pregnant. All Wang Xiucheng knows about is that she recently filmed a few commercials.
As for variety shows and TV dramas, Wang Xiucheng learned from Yang Mi that Jiang Yan had proactively refused these kinds of jobs that required a long filming period.
No one in the circle knows what happened to Jiang Yan.
But Wang Xiucheng knew that it was because Jiang Yan had to take care of the child.
This has resulted in Jiang Yan having almost no income for more than a year.
Of course, this comparison is made in comparison to other celebrities, and it is certainly much better than that of ordinary people.
“Alright, lend me the 500 million.” Wang Xiucheng’s voice continued.
“Alright then, you…you remember to pay me back, I don’t have much money…” Jiang Yan seemed a little uneasy, afraid that Wang Xiucheng would continue to go to Las Vegas.
Wang Xiucheng did not answer her, but spoke in a serious tone.
"Listen carefully now, use this 500 million to buy me a stock, the stock code is..."
Although she didn't understand why Wang Xiucheng suddenly wanted to buy stocks, Jiang Yan quickly found a pen and paper and wrote it down.
"Remember, don't register a new account. Use an old account—your parents', friends', or relatives' accounts are all fine. At the same time, casually buy some other stocks."
Jiang Yan listened carefully, and although she didn't quite understand, she still wrote it all down.
Wang Xiucheng seemed worried and gave instructions for several minutes.
"If you don't urgently need the money, wait for my news before selling it."
"understood."
silence!
Both sides fell silent again.
Strangely, neither of them hung up the phone.
Is there anything else you want to tell me?
After another ten seconds or so, Wang Xiucheng spoke first again.
Jiang Yan paused slightly, glanced at her son who was sleeping soundly in the room, and almost blurted out.
But the next moment, he took a deep breath and laughed: "If that 500 million makes a profit, you have to give me a share of the profits; if it loses money, you have to pay me back."
Wang Xiucheng felt somewhat helpless upon hearing this.
A knock on the door startled Jiang Yan, so she quickly said into the phone, "Okay, someone's here, I'm hanging up. You... make sure you're dressed warmly, it seems like it's snowing in New York."
Upon hearing this, Wang Xiucheng had no choice but to agree.
This older sister had been caring about me all along; she even knew that it was snowing in New York.
Just as he carefully put away the note and pen filled with Wang Xiucheng's instructions, the front door opened.
An elderly man and a woman walked in one after the other.
"Dad, Mom," Jiang Yan called out.
"Hmph." The old man, who looked fairly robust, snorted coldly, changed his shoes, and went straight into the inner room.
When he saw the child sleeping soundly in bed, the old man's icy expression finally melted. He wanted to get closer but was afraid that his coldness would affect the child.
So the old man stood at the door, somewhat at a loss.
"Ignore him." The woman came in carrying the groceries she had bought and placed them on the table.
Jiang Yan smiled.
Although my father has always ignored me, he is still very good to his children.
"Who exactly is my grandson's father? If you don't tell me, I'll call the reporters. They'll definitely find out." The old man said coldly without turning around.
"Go ahead and look. Once you've found him, you can forget about ever seeing my son again." Jiang Yan wasn't afraid at all.
My dad has said this threat at least a hundred times.
Seeing that Jiang Yan still acted indifferent, the old man shook his head in anger.
My daughter is such a worry; not only is she pregnant out of wedlock, but she also refuses to reveal who the father of the child is.
If his old friends found out, where would he put his face?
"Are you ever going to stop?" Jiang Yan's mother retorted to the old man.
Then Jiang's mother looked at Jiang Yan and said.
"But you can't blame your dad. In the days leading up to your hospitalization, I had nightmares every day, fearing that my grandson was born with two dates in his mouth."
Jiang Yan burst into laughter upon hearing this, which greatly improved Wang Xiucheng's previously depressed mood.
"Mom, don't be so mean." Jiang Yan laughed as she took an orange from the fruit her mother had bought.
She took just one bite and her eyes narrowed slightly. "It's so sour."
"But to be honest, my eldest grandson looks like a foreigner, doesn't he?" Jiang's mother also leaned against the door, looking at the child sleeping soundly inside, her eyes filled with undisguised doting affection.
“What foreigner? He’s a pure-blooded Chinese,” Jiang Yan corrected, dissatisfied.
Jiang's mother didn't turn around, and seemingly casually asked, "Then tell me, who is the father of the child?"
“Yes…” Jiang Yan had just put another segment of orange into her mouth when she choked and started coughing.
Jiang Yan quickly took a sip of water and pointed at the TV, saying, "It's him, he's the father of the child."
Jiang Yan's parents glanced at the TV; it was CCTV News Channel, broadcasting news about yesterday's Brooklyn Nets vs. Dallas Mavericks game.
The footage shows Wang Xiucheng breaking into the paint, relying on Doncic to throw the ball in and draw a foul.
"You?" Jiang's mother looked her troublesome daughter up and down. "Stop dreaming. Go wash up and go to sleep. You can have anything in your dreams, not just Wang Xiucheng, but also Andy Lau and Chow Yun-fat..."
"You only know Andy Lau and Chow Yun-fat. If you can name another male celebrity, I'll be impressed," Jiang Yan retorted, pouting.
Unexpectedly, Jiang's mother immediately said, "And that one, the one with a date in his mouth..."
"Hahaha..." Jiang Yan burst into laughter again, and quickly waved her hand to tell her mother to shut up.
It took Jiang Yan a while to recover. She was somewhat surprised. "Mom, it's impressive that you know Wang Xiucheng."
"Is that someone I need to know?" Jiang's mother said with dissatisfaction. "Your dad watches Wang Xiucheng play basketball on TV every day and scrolls through Wang Xiucheng's videos on his phone. I can't help it if I don't know him."
Jiang Yan's father, standing nearby, said with dissatisfaction, "I'd like to watch football, but you'd better produce a Wang Xiucheng for me too."
Jiang Yan understood; her father was a sports fanatic, and this was his only hobby after retirement.
"By the way, what does the name you gave my grandson, Jiang Aicheng, mean?" Jiang's mother took out the groceries she had bought and began preparing to cook for Jiang Yan.
Jiang Yan's father also listened intently.
Upon hearing this, Jiang Yan's eyes flickered slightly, and she delivered the speech she had prepared beforehand.
The phrase "The four pillars supporting the heavens stand tall and majestic, like the towering peaks of Hengshan and Songshan" is taken from this saying.
Jiang's mother paused for a moment, then asked, "What do you mean?"
Jiang Yan smiled and said, "I hope my child can shoulder heavy responsibilities; it means I hope he will become a dragon among men."
"Oh." Jiang's mother seemed to understand, but the next moment, she asked in confusion, "Then why not Jiang Aiheng, or Jiang Aisong?"
"There are too many strokes," Jiang Yan explained. "I'm afraid the child is too young to remember them."
"Then why not Jiang Aisi, or Jiang Aitian? That's too short a gesture," Jiang's mother continued to ask.
Hearing this, Jiang Yan laughed helplessly again, "Mom, do you think this is a name? Does it sound nice?"
"Why not a name? Why doesn't it sound good? When I was a kid, there were three or four people in my village named Gou Dan (Dog Egg), and I didn't think they sounded bad."
Jiang Yan was speechless.
I simply stopped talking.
I can't very well tell my mom that I chose the name first and then looked for poems to match it, can I?
It's also thanks to my mom chatting with me every day that I don't miss that particular person so much.