Chapter 6 Homecoming (First Guaranteed)

"hero."

"Ok?"

"Do you know something?"

"what?"

"Remember the woman you were interested in at the Versace charity dinner that day?"

"what……"

Chen Yingxiong remembered the three-day Milan holiday again. Ivanka is right, the memories are indeed perfect. To this day, he occasionally recalled the bits and pieces of those three days, and his face couldn't help but smile.

"I remember I told you that she has a boyfriend who has been in love for three years. They were originally going to get engaged in July."

"and then?"

"The news I just saw. Not long after she returned to New York, she canceled the engagement ceremony. It seems they did. You have a chance, hero."

Chen Yingxiong laughed silently.

Dracula on the other end of the phone couldn't see the smile on Chen Yingxiong's face. He was still saying: "This time it's not concrete, it's a little better. If you are still interested, you can try it."

Chen Yingxiong doesn't know how to tell Dracula, "We have done it"? Or "she has left me"?

They did not leave any contact information, no phone number and no mailing address. For the two of them, this is a beautiful encounter, although short but perfect, maybe this is enough?

Chen Yingxiong hung up the phone and thought to himself: Maybe this is the real one-night stand?

It's completely different from those women who go to the bar and find someone drunk, their eyes shine when they see their purses bulge, and they are completely different from the women who go to the hotel to open a room...this is one-night sex, that is one-night stand.

In any case, Ivanka Trump has left a good impression for three full days in his life, and that is enough.

He also made an equally important impression in Ivanka's heart.

He doesn't know when he will meet that woman again, maybe there will not be a face-to-face time in his life, but so what?

Don't care about forever, only care about once possessed.

"Hero, what are you doing?" Seeing her son go to the back room to make a phone call, but did not come out for a long time, mother knocked at the door.

Only then did Chen Yingxiong come back to his senses and opened the door to see his mother who was a little worried about him.

"Nothing, have you eaten yet?"

"Are you hungry? I'm making it. I fried your favorite cold rabbit, or you can eat some first?" The mother, who was wearing an apron and rolling up her sleeves, came straight from the kitchen.

"No, I want to take it to Italy to eat!" Chen Yingxiong shook his head, holding back the alluring aroma of cold eating rabbits.

Now that they have moved away from the cramped and run-down house and community, Chen Yingxiong bought a two-bedroom and one-living house for the second old man in a newly built high-end community nearby. I didn't buy too much because my parents felt that the house was too big for them to live in. It was too deserted, and it was too tiring and troublesome to clean, so they bought a two-bedroom and one living room. They live in one bedroom, and the other bedroom will be reserved for the son when he returns. Most of the time, Chen Yingxiong was not at home, and even if he came back, he would not live for long. Now he is a big star and he is getting busier and busier.

He had just arrived home the day before yesterday and will leave again tomorrow. This time, I said I was going to Beijing to be interviewed by a TV station and to record a program.

"Hey, I'll make it for you after I have eaten it. It's not a rare thing..." Hearing his son's answer, the mother couldn't help frowning.

"But you are too tired, Mom." These days, Chen Yingxiong felt that the mother in his eyes had never stopped to rest. Every morning, when he was still lying on the bed, he could vaguely hear the sound of mother mopping and sweeping the floor. When I wake up, the breakfast is already on the table, still exuding residual warmth, but the house is empty. Dad went to the store, and mother went to the nearby vegetable market. After buying vegetables, he started to cook and cook a variety of dishes, all of which are home-cooked dishes that Chen Yingxiong liked to eat since he was a child. In addition, he also had to prepare a lot of things for Chen Yingxiong to take away, such as spicy sauce and bean curd. , Home-made kimchi. After lunch, she went to the store to bring food to Chen Yingxiong’s father, Chen Tao, and guarded the store by the way. When it was almost dinner, she hurried back to prepare dinner for the two fathers. After dinner is over, clean and wash clothes. Although there is a washing machine, you have to dry it. After waiting to be able to sit down on the sofa and watch TV for a while...she fell asleep again.

"It's tired, but only so many days in a year, why can't your mother get tired?" Mom turned around and walked into the kitchen with a happy smile, and there was the sound of oil bursting from the cooking pot. .

The son returned home. These days are the happiest time for mother, so even if she is tired, it feels sweet in her heart. Even if she lay on the bed for several days after her son was gone, she was still happy.

After lunch today, my mother is going to deliver food to my father again.

Chen Yingxiong pressed her on the chair.

"You rest, I'll go!" He lifted the thermos and went out.

"Eh..." He moved so fast that his mother didn't have time to stop, he watched his figure disappear into the elevator.

"Go, I'm afraid your dad's business won't be done..." Mom muttered while standing at the door.

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Chen Tao is guarding his store.

Since his son became famous, the business of his shop has gone viral. Chen Yingxiong also specially took a poster for his father's store and asked him to post it in the store for advertising.

Anyway, 100% of the portrait rights are now in his hands, and he can use it whatever he wants, and no one will claim that he is infringing.

Many goals of Chen Yingxiong went here to buy those cheap clothes to show their support for Chen Yingxiong.

Chen Yingxiong also gave his father an idea. He sent back some signed Naples postcards from time to time, and put them in the store as prizes—you can get these prizes if you spend more than RMB.

As a result, the business is even hotter...

Since my father is not willing to retire and enjoy the happiness, then I should find a way to help my father earn more money... In fact, my father used to be a very business-minded person, if he didn't put all the money earned on him to learn to play football If so, maybe his father is already one of the richest people in Chengdu...

The partners who set up a street stall with him on Chunxi Road, many of them now have earned at least tens of millions of net worth, and they are multimillionaires and even billionaires. Where's your father? Moved from Chunxi Road to Jianshe Road, upgraded from a street stall to a small storefront, selling cheap clothes imported from Guangzhou, and earning some hard money for living expenses.

The fate of man is so strange. He is now a star, sacrificed his dream father, but became a small business owner. He must have had the dream of becoming a business tycoon, right?

My dream has now come true, and now it's Dad's turn.

Chen Yingxiong knew that his father would not accept his own financial assistance directly, so he had to help his father through these "wrong ways".

He is still thinking that if it is possible in the future, he will simply join his father to set up a clothing company, to make a brand, and not to do retail...

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Chen Tao was a little surprised to see that it was his son who brought him food today, not his mother.

"You weren't stopped while walking and asked for an autograph for a photo or something?"

Chen Yingxiong pointed to his face. Sunglasses and peaked caps are essential items.

"No one recognizes me."

At noon, the shop was a little deserted, but there were still girls from the University of Electronic Science and Technology nearby who were choosing clothes. The clothes here are imported from Guangzhou, with high quality and low price, and fashionable styles. Chen Tao has been in the clothing business for so many years, and he still has an eye for seeing clothes.

But these girls are obviously not interested in football, they only have colorful and beautiful dresses and skirts in their eyes.

Chen Yingxiong handed the thermos to his father, and the two got into the back room. Dad sat at the door, eating while taking care of the business.

"It's still more dangerous, if anyone recognizes it...you just don't do anything."

Why is my mother so busy that she still delivers meals to her father every day, instead of letting her son who is resting at home to deliver it, because she is worried that he will be recognized by the fans and cause some trouble and distress...

Just look at the daily turnover of his small shop to know how popular Chen Yingxiong is in this city.

"I'll be leaving tomorrow. Why should I come to give you a meal before I leave?" Chen Yingxiong sat on a chair in the back room, watching his father eat.

However, it is almost impossible for people in business to eat a meal consistently, and they will be called out by customers who keep coming to the door when they eat. For businessmen, this is a good thing and means your business is good.

Chen Tao got up and dealt with three groups of guests with one bite of rice. Two groups bought clothes, and one group just asked for the price and left.

"Business is good." Chen Yingxiong said when his father returned to the dinner table.

"Thanks to you." Dad replied.

Then both of them laughed. After more than half a month of the European trip, the relationship between father and son became special. Sometimes it was not like a father and a son, but like two friends.

"Now when I think about it, when you said you took me to Europe, I still felt that it was unreal like a dream." Chen Yingxiong said. "Unexpectedly, it really became..."

"Always let you play games at home is no good, do you want to live your life by playing games?"

Chen Yingxiong smiled embarrassedly. He really thought about this problem vaguely at the beginning-if the road of playing football really doesn't work, he will do game power leveling. With his extraordinary energy, he feels that he won't sleep for several days and nights. Playing games all night, he is still competent...

Fortunately, he didn't do this, otherwise this novel about Piaotian Literary Tour would have gone...

"Are you not afraid that I went out and got nothing? I didn't find a job, so I still owed a debt?"

"What about being afraid? You always have to take the second risk. And..." Chen Tao looked at Chen Yingxiong and said with a smile, "Aren't you a genius? Are you afraid that you won't have a chance?"

Chen Yingxiong was stunned for a moment, and then nodded vigorously: "Yes, I am a genius!"

Father will never know his secret. For him, a son who was physically better than his peers from an early age was a genius, so he would spend all the money he earned from doing business and train his son to play football. In fact, my father didn't know much about football. His understanding of football was very general and superficial. But with the simple faith of believing in his son, he borrowed one hundred thousand and took his son on a long journey.

If the experience of more than half a month is written out and then published in a book, it can be called an epic...

It was an old man with his son who devoted all his efforts and even gave up his dreams. With a borrowed one hundred thousand yuan and a cheap electronic dictionary, he went to Europe, where he was unfamiliar. Mainland, the story of pursuing dreams for his son.