By the time I reached thirty, I hadn't managed to provide any of the happiness I wanted for my wife. I also still couldn't become the support my parents relied on. At this turning point in my fate, my income suddenly began to increase randomly. (A daily life tale in a wealthy family setting, featuring a single female lead and no harem.)
Who was looking for him, asking him to return as soon as possible.
Chen Pingsheng felt a bit puzzled.
Actually, although he had some money, he did not have many truly wealthy friends in Capital City.
Mainly because he personally disliked attending banquets and cared even less for those needless social gatherings.
After opening an entertainment company, people like him were in the best position to pull in connections.
Just take the female artists under his banner out to more meals.
Chen Pingsheng wasn't into that sort of pretense; money wasn't earned just by having meals.
After receiving a business card from Bai Xin, the golden little card was indeed exquisitely made.
Perhaps it was confidence, but it bore just a phone number and a name, with no other introductions whatsoever.
Using the company's landline, he called; the person on the other end was young.
"Mr. Chen, is that you?"
"Yes, who is this?"