"How much???"
Zhu Min’s voice shot up several decibels, startling Qi Zhizhong, who had been fast asleep in the other room.
"What’s all the racket?"
Qi Zhizhong stumbled groggily out of the bedroom. Seeing the look of utter disbelief on his wife’s face in the living room, his sleepiness began to fade.
"Old Qi, your son has really done it now. He went and bought a 12,999 yuan phone on a whim—three of them, in fact."
Zhu Min was furious. ’This kid is such a spendthrift.’
Forget a 12,999 yuan phone—she wouldn’t even bring herself to buy a 1,299 yuan one.
Her phone wasn’t broken, so why waste money like that?
"How much???"
Qi Zhizhong was stunned too, staring in disbelief at the phone in his wife’s hand.
"12,999. This one’s yours, Dad."
Qi Sheng handed the unopened, jet-black phone to his father, inviting him to experience the joy of unboxing it himself.
"Ahem, Son, you didn’t put this on a credit card, did you?"
Qi Zhizhong was in no mood to unbox a new phone, worried that Qi Sheng had gone down the wrong path.
"Relax, I earned this money myself. I speculated on Bitcoin in college. I bought about 20,000 yuan worth over time, then sold it all at its peak and made over two million."
Qi Sheng was just spouting nonsense; it didn’t matter to him whether they believed it or not.
The money in his account was real, and that couldn’t be faked.
"Over two million?"
Zhu Min and Qi Zhizhong were both dumbfounded, and it was hard to tell how much of the story they actually believed.
"I’m not lying. This is the money after I cashed out—2.4 million in total. I spent 1.3 million on a car and over 30,000 on phones, so I have about 1.06 million left."
Before coming home, Qi Sheng had already withdrawn all his remaining income for the year in advance.
It was a starter bonus; it would be a waste not to use it.
"You spent 1.3 million on a car?"
Zhu Min and Qi Zhizhong were dumbstruck.
"You’re so extravagant! Why would you buy such an expensive car?"
"Heh heh, it was a windfall, so I just spent it."
"I plan to use one million to start a business. Once I make it big, you two can just wait to travel the world and enjoy life."
Qi Sheng didn’t plan to hand the money over to his parents; instead, he would use the one million as startup capital.
That way, when he made money, he’d have a good explanation for it.
"How could that work? You’re so young. What if you lose it all?"
Zhu Min was the first to object. Their family only ran a small business.
When it wasn’t making money, it was truly agonizing.
Qi Sheng had just graduated. What if someone scammed him?
"Don’t worry. The money came easily anyway. If I lose it, I’ll just consider it tuition fees. And who knows, I might actually make a profit."
Even without the system, Qi Sheng wasn’t the least bit worried about not being able to make money.
It would just mean a slower start, but achieving financial freedom wouldn’t be much of a problem.
He had a decent idea of the money-making opportunities that would arise in the next few years.
With capital, making money naturally wouldn’t be difficult.
The simplest way would be to just go all-in on Moutai stock.
"You..."
Zhu Min couldn’t dissuade him, so she thought, ’Fine, let my son go out and make his way in the world.’
’If he loses it, we’ll just pretend he never earned it in the first place.’
Their family wasn’t fabulously wealthy, but they never had to worry about food or clothing.
’I can’t just stop my son from starting his own business, can I?’
"Alright, then. Your dad and I support you. Whether you succeed or fail, we’ll always be your strong backing."
Zhu Min was the one who called the shots in the family.
Comrade Old Qi chimed in with a nod, expressing his full support for his son’s entrepreneurial venture.
"That’s great. Dad, let me transfer your data so you can experience the joy of a top-tier Huawei flagship too."
Qi Sheng said with a smile, then helped his dad get the software downloads sorted on the new phone.
Seeing the old couple playing with their new phones, unable to put them down, Qi Sheng breathed a sigh of relief.
He had to admit, his parents were pretty open-minded.
The thing Qi Sheng hated most was parents from those rebirth novels who would insist on controlling the protagonist’s money at every turn.
And the protagonist would be too timid to even admit they’d made money, completely failing at showing off.
...
He slept well at home, not waking up until almost eight-thirty.
"You’re awake?"
Qi Sheng walked out of the secondary bedroom and saw his mom sitting on the sofa, playing with her phone.


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