Movie/TV: How could my sister be Qiao Jingjing?

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The old man mocked his son.

Did I hear that right? It sounds kind of sour.

Qiao Yu had a lot of complaints, but he didn't dare to tell me.

"You've made a fortune in the online literature industry, but have you ever thought about starting your own business after you've made your first fortune? Working a regular job is too tiring."

The old man was testing his son.

“What you’re saying is ridiculous. Working a regular job is nowhere near as tiring as starting your own business,” Qiao Yu said.

"So you're just a salted fish." The old man sneered.

Hey, this old man, could it be that he suffered too much and is feeling resentful?

They kept criticizing me.

"Dad, it's tough to run a business these days, and my meager income is just so-so. Besides, there are no permanent winners in the online literature world. It's more stable to find a regular job."

He saw the online literature circle as the place to make his first pot of gold.

The second step is to join a large network company, learning about their operational models, business scope, and management style in the online or entertainment industry...

Every successful person has a corresponding foundation and accumulation of knowledge and experience.

He has his own ambitions.

The system offers a wide variety of items for redemption.

If he were to start his own internet company, he could build businesses in various fields, including novels, animation, film, and movies.

The only downside is the high exchange cost.

However, the points rewards are not high.

Wait until the day the colored pencil system changes its nature.

Kissing Qiao Jingjing's little mouth will earn you a thousand points.

Then Qiao Yu's spring arrived.

These ideas are not suitable to share with the old man, otherwise he will scold me for being delusional.

When Qiao Yu recounted his predicament of repeatedly being rejected by his resume, the old man frowned deeply upon hearing it:

"If big companies won't hire you, why not try working for a small company?"

Nanwu is actually one of the top universities in Shanghai.

Even though my son's grades aren't particularly outstanding, it wouldn't be difficult to find a small online education institution, even if he attended a prestigious university like Fudan or Shanghai Jiao Tong.

Qiao Yu said, "Small companies have no future and are a waste of time."

The old man immediately raised his hand, about to shave his scalp.

Qiao Yu took a step back, unconvinced.

"You're thinking of running before you've even learned to walk. Aren't all successful people in society built their success from scratch, step by step?"

The old man sneered.

“Not a rich kid,” Qiao Yu said.

"Is that you, a rich second-generation?"

The old man glanced sideways.

"It's not my fault that I failed to compete based on my father's connections."

Qiao Yu also had a crooked eye, just like the crooked beam above.

"You're asking for it, just like Jiang Cheng." The old man was furious.

"You haven't graduated yet. During your internship, don't worry too much about the size of the company. Instead, focus on learning and gaining experience."

"This way, you'll have a better chance of getting a job at a large company. Small companies have their advantages; they're smaller and less competitive."

"It's very easy for you to get in touch with some of the industry's ins and outs."

"Big companies are highly competitive; even if they have resources, you won't get a chance."

The old man earnestly advised his son.

When it comes to interpersonal relationships, the old man is quite the expert.

A professorship in Nanwu is not something that can be obtained simply by having a wealth of knowledge.

There are plenty of old-fashioned scholars out there.

I wonder how many people have fought tooth and nail for a professorship.

The old man is absolutely shrewd in the workplace.

Back when Qiao Yu's maternal grandfather was still alive, the old man would often take his wife and children to visit his father-in-law's house.

He casually chatted with his father-in-law about income and career, only to be thoroughly humiliated.

A wilted radish has a spicy heart.

It's not just a name; it's earned for nothing.

Qiao Yu nodded and said, "Yes, yes, Dad is right."

The old man was about to raise his hand to hit him again, but suddenly sighed, "You're not a child anymore, you should think these things through yourself."

"How many more years can I take care of you? Your sister is enough of a headache for me."

After saying that, he picked up his teacup and left.

...

The next day, Qiao Yu and her brother left after breakfast.

Last night, Qiao Jingjing received a call from Mo Xiangwan, who said there was a notice to be given today.

When Qiao Yu asked, he learned it was for shooting an advertisement.

Qiao Jingjing is now even more famous.

As my fame grows, I'll become increasingly busy.

Qiao Yu asked about the advertising fee out of curiosity.

Qiao Jingjing deliberately kept him in suspense and refused to tell him.

Qiao Jingjing only showed off to her parents. Her mother didn't seem to care much, but the old man was happy yet extremely melancholy.

His son and daughter are both successful; a single advertisement shoot is worth several months' salary for him.

In the car.

Qiao Jingjing gripped the steering wheel, her eyes fixed on the road ahead.

While waiting at a traffic light, she glanced at Qiao Yu in the passenger seat and said, "I'll buy you a car in a while."

"Has your conscience been discovered?"

Qiao Yu was taken aback.

Qiao Jingjing angrily hit him on the head, and Qiao Yu quickly parried.

“Next month is your birthday,” Qiao Jingjing said. “You’re so heartless, and you don’t even want to buy it for me. How about I give you this car, and I’ll buy a new one myself.”

Qiao Jingjing doesn't remember her parents' birthdays, but she does remember her younger brother's birthday.

If the old man and Aunt Qiao knew, they would be furious.

“This is a women’s model, I don’t want it,” Qiao Yu said.

Qiao Jingjing said resentfully, "I'll buy you something for your birthday, using your savings to make sure you can't get married."

Qiao Yu rolled his eyes: "You're sick."

Qiao Jingjing said with a straight face, "I'm thirsty, get me a bottle of water."

Qiao Yu took out a bottle of mineral water from the car door slot and handed it to her.

Qiao Jingjing said coquettishly, "Feed me."

Qiao Yu unscrewed the bottle, took a sip, his mouth full of water, and mumbled indistinctly:

"Put your mouth closer."

"nausea."

Qiao Jingjing scolded playfully.

"You said you wanted me to feed you," Qiao Yu said, deliberately trying to disgust her. "Miss."

"You...you're not allowed to call me that."

Qiao Jingjing felt a chill run down her spine upon hearing this address.

Qiao Yu, in a playful mood, kept repeating, "Miss, miss, miss..."

Qiao Jingjing glared at him, thought for a moment, and said in a sweet voice:

"Hey handsome..."

Qiao Yu shivered. "You win."

Qiao Jingjing gave a smug snort.

"This isn't the way home, you've taken the wrong overpass."

Qiao Yu's sister has gone the wrong way.

"That's right. I overslept this morning and am rushing to the location to shoot an advertisement. Come with me, young man."

Qiao Jingjing said with a smile.

"Stop talking, I admit I was wrong, okay?"

Qiao Yu said angrily.

Being called "little brother" by my older sister sends chills down my spine.

Qiao Jingjing stuck out her tongue: "Hehehe..."