Becoming a Billionaire after Divorce

Brother Wang was, of course, the Old Wang who had been boasting earlier. He actually had no idea what was going on, but since everyone was looking at him, he couldn't admit he didn't know either; that would be too embarrassing.

He had no choice but to brazenly say, "Perhaps it's President Sun's benefactor."

He accidentally guessed it right.

Enter the shop.

Seeing the curious looks from the crowd, Sun Dacheng whispered a few words into his cousin's ear, who nodded in response.

He walked over directly and sat down.

Only then did Sun Dacheng smile and explain to them, "This is the real big boss behind Star Point Media, President Sun. I'm just an employee working for him."

"So, don't call me President Sun anymore, I still don't want to be kicked out of the company by our big boss."

The speech came off his lips like a joke, and surprisingly, everyone found it quite reasonable.

Indeed, how could a small extra suddenly become a big boss?

It wouldn't make any sense.

Now with the backing of an unknown benefactor, everything seemed quite reasonable.

Everyone carefully finished their meals, then quietly left.

Despite the fact that both big bosses were approachable, staying in the same room with them was still quite stressful.

Watching the crowd flee, Sun Dasheng smiled and said to Sun Dacheng across from him, "What are you up to, calling me here for a meal—there's got to be a reason, right?"

"Nothing escapes your discerning eyes, brother." Sun Dacheng effortlessly flattered him.

"Alright, enough with the flattering, get to the point." Sun Dasheng, wearing disposable gloves, patiently peeled the crayfish, and he had to admit, it tasted pretty good.

The owner of this shop was probably from Qianjiang.

The braised crayfish was exceptionally authentic.

"Isn't it all because the company has been expanding too fast recently? Actors, directors, those are easy enough to find; there are plenty of idle ones, grasp a bunch and you've got them.

But there's still a big gap for the grassroots roles like lighting technicians, camera operators, makeup artists, and art designers. I've exhausted my network, yet there's still a lot missing."

"So you came up with this unconventional approach, hoping to quickly establish the company's and your reputation to attract more talents?"

Sun Dasheng guessed his intentions immediately.

Sun Dacheng nodded enthusiastically, giving a thumbs up, "As expected of Director Sun, you guessed my intentions in one go."

"Standard recruitment, it has a mediocre effect, not to mention most are mediocre talents; there's also a lot of social obligations, you should understand, Director Sun, I'm not in a position to refuse them, otherwise it would be hard to mingle in the business circle in the future.

But with these kinds of talents, the production won't have any quality, so I had no choice but to resort to this strategy."

Sun Dacheng's tone was a bit helpless.

He was realizing for the first time just what it means in the martial world: it's not about fighting, but about human relationships.

"It's not necessarily a bad strategy; maybe your unconventional approach will have unexpected success."

"Really? If so, that would be fantastic." Receiving his cousin's acknowledgment, Sun Dacheng was overjoyed, thinking he wouldn't escape another round of criticism.

"Yeah, nowadays people love entertainment, gossip, and all kinds of rumors from the martial world, which these people love to see and hear.

Just wait and see, it won't be long before all over Hengdian, it will be filled with your legends.

And this legend will be worlds apart from the version you spread today."

"When that time comes, you'll have to endure it!" Sun Dasheng finished eating, took off his gloves, patted Sun Dacheng on the shoulder, and left.

"Later, remember to send a red packet to the owner, just say the braised crayfish was delicious!"

Things unfolded just as Sun Dasheng had anticipated.

In less than a month, even just half a month, in just one short week, Hengdian was filled with legendary stories about President Sun.

There were all kinds of versions.

Version one: Sun Dacheng, driven out of Hengdian by the bully Zhang Mazai, returned triumphantly with his minions, giving Zhang Mazai a taste of thirty years to the east of the river and thirty years to the west—a classic tale.

In prison, Zhang Mazai was halfway through sewing on the sewing machine when he threw away the thread in his hand, cursing: "What's wrong with these people?"

Version two: Sun Dacheng, the live-in son-in-law, was driven out by his wicked mother-in-law and vicious wife; the three-year period is up, and the Dragon King returns. A business war swallows his ex-wife's family business, leaving them destitute, washing their faces with tears, and begging for reconciliation—a classic tale of not underestimating a young man's poverty.

Version three: Sun Dacheng, the legitimate son, was driven out by a wicked stepmother, achieving fame and fortune, returning triumphantly, swallowing up the family business, and settling old scores with those who bullied him—a story of revenge.

Hearing these increasingly wild personal histories, no matter how strong Sun Dacheng was internally, he was struggling to hold it together.

His associates were trying hard to suppress their laughter.

Because, this whole thing, was too ridiculously funny.

As those close to Manager Sun, they were all too aware of how absurd these stories were.

Yet the more it was like this, the funnier they found it.

"Alright, if you want to laugh, just laugh; don't hold it in and hurt yourselves." Sun Dacheng looked at them and said helplessly.

A few days ago, what his cousin said really came true.

The story spread and spread, becoming so absurd it was absurdity opening the door to absurdity—truly at home.

After everyone finished laughing, he touched his somewhat painful chest and asked, "Have all the gaps in the crew been filled?"

"Reporting to Manager Sun, not only have all positions been filled, but now more people are flocking to us, attracted by the reputation, as you can see..."

Flocked by reputation indeed.

As soon as the words left someone's mouth, the crowd couldn't help but laugh again.

"For the later arrivals, select the best and keep them as backups; the company may need to expand further and produce several more shows."

"Understood, Manager Sun, we'll head out now."

"Go on, go on, just seeing you annoys me." Sun Dacheng waved them off quickly.

These days, he had been laughed at terribly by these little rascals.

What his cousin said earlier, he hadn't taken to heart.

How absurd could it get, he thought?

Who knew it would get so absurd he couldn't help but curse?

Do these people have a wild imagination or what?

Maybe, we should hire them as the company's official screenwriters?