Becoming a Billionaire after Divorce

The next day, Sun Dasheng got up, only to find someone had risen even earlier than him.

"Morning, Uncle," greeted Fang Sihan. She had two enormous dark circles under her eyes, presumably from not resting well the previous night.

"Morning. Why are you up so early?" Sun Dasheng asked, pointing at her eyes. "Look at those dark circles. You could compete with a national treasure panda. Since you didn't sleep well, why not sleep in a bit? Your classes haven't started yet, right?"

"Oh my!" Fang Sihan glanced at her reflection in the living room mirror and exclaimed, "Why are my dark circles so huge?"

"You're asking me? Wasn't I just asking you?" Sun Dasheng said, bemused.

"Oh, right." Fang Sihan realized her reaction was a bit silly. Rubbing her eyes, she said, "Uncle, I received a happy call from my parents early this morning. They said a big company took an interest in our family's shop and is planning to merge it with several others in the area to open a large chain hotpot restaurant. Not only did they offer my parents a hefty transfer fee, but they also invited them to stay on as the manager and in a management role. Uncle, you must have arranged this, right?"

As she spoke, Fang Sihan surreptitiously observed his expression. But what could a young girl do against an old fox?

All Sun Dasheng did was respond with a nonchalant, "Oh."

Seeing Fang Sihan looking slightly dissatisfied, he then smiled and said, "Alright, it's not that I didn't care. It's just that you suddenly told me, and I wasn't aware of the specific situation yet.

"However, this is indeed something I ordered to be handled yesterday.

"Maybe, just as your parents told you, they were simply very swift."

Had someone else made such a 'Versailles' statement, Fang Sihan would have rolled her eyes to the heavens. But since it was Uncle, it seemed perfectly reasonable to her.

"Thank you, Uncle. I can't believe that just after I talked to you yesterday, my parents called me today with the good news," Fang Sihan said as she hugged him.

Sun Dasheng turned the tables, hugging her back and saying, "As long as you're all happy, that's all that matters. These things are trivial for me, so don't give it another thought."

"No! Uncle, you're wrong," Fang Sihan objected.

"Oh? What did I say that was wrong?" Sun Dasheng asked curiously.

"You said it was a simple thing for you, hardly worth mentioning, but for me and my family, this is a very important matter. They say when you drink water, you should never forget the one who dug the well. Uncle, you're the one who dug the well for our family; how could we possibly not keep this in our hearts?"

Seeing the girl's earnest expression, Sun Dasheng swallowed the teasing words on the tip of his tongue and simply hugged her tightly.

After a tender moment, he urged her to get some more sleep. "Sleep a little longer, so you don't doze off in class," he said. "Your Teacher Ding is quite strict, you know."

Fang Sihan, who hadn't thought much of it, immediately scurried back to catch some more z's the moment she heard Teacher Ding's name.

「At the company.」

Sun Dasheng arrived at the office rather early that day. After dealing with his paperwork, there was still plenty of time before noon.

Seizing the opportunity, Sun Dacheng came over to boast about his work.

"Director Sun, you have to give me a promotion and a raise this time."

"Oh? Is that so? What great results do you have to share this time?" Sun Dasheng's expression hardly changed. He was used to his cousin's bootlicking and exaggeration; this was always his opening line.

"Hehe... Director Sun, I'm not messing with you this time. This is the sales report for last month's short-form dramas. Please, take a look," Sun Dacheng said, proudly handing over the report.

Sun Dasheng took the report and let out a surprised "Huh?" He glanced again at Sun Dacheng. With a click of his tongue, he praised, "Not bad, kid. You've actually got some skill. When your first short-form drama blew up and made a killing, I thought you just stepped in dog poop. I didn't expect this streak of 'dog poop luck' to continue. What are you, born with the sacred physique of short-form dramas?"

Director Sun was complimenting him, but the words weren't quite what he had expected.

Sun Dacheng quickly interrupted, "Director Sun, what are you talking about? What do you mean 'dog poop luck'? This is my actual ability—genuine, indisputable skill. How could it just be good luck? Director Sun, I think you're underestimating me."

Sun Dacheng pouted, feeling somewhat unhappy. I'm shining so brightly, like a twinkling disco ball, so how can my cousin still look down on me?

Of course, this was just his own wild speculation, as Sun Dasheng truly had no intention of looking down on him. He was just subconsciously astounded by his cousin's good fortune.

After all, Sun Dacheng doesn't have a system like I do. Yet, he seems to live like a system-less Chosen One, getting whatever he wants.

The initial craze for short-form dramas had already passed. The days of hauling in money by the sackful were long gone. Once it became clear how profitable they were, hordes of media companies had swarmed the market, leaving only scraps for the latecomers.

For his cousin, Sun Dacheng, to still be able to produce a blockbuster hit at this juncture was nothing short of a miracle. He had achieved the legendary feat of earning over a hundred million in monthly revenue with just a few short-form dramas.

So it was no wonder he had spoken in that tone. Anyone in his shoes would have been dumbfounded.

"Look at you, getting all upset. When I said 'dog poop luck,' I wasn't saying you don't have talent."