Reaching the age of thirty, my income randomly doubled-Chapter 760 - 568 Chen An’an Starts Junior High School

Chapter 760 -568 Chen An’an Starts Junior High School

Lin Qiunan was transferred to Guangzhou’s Dream Fund.

While serving as the deputy manager of the investment department, he also took on the role of executive vice president at a startup company.

This not only signified Lin Qiunan’s promotion but also indicated that the fast fashion company had been recognized by headquarters.

They’re now going to enter the group financing channel and begin rapid nationwide expansion.

The Tengying Group already has many subsidiary businesses, but currently, the Dream Fund remains focused on supporting youthful aspirations.

It operates as a physical venture capital enterprise that is relatively free from many limitations.

Yet the current entrepreneurial environment is far from ideal—ordinary people, without capital backing, often lose confidence completely after just a few attempts.

It’s tough for them to push a business to the point of going public.

Song Yanxi called him; her younger sister Song Wu now actually doesn’t want to run her internet influencer agency anymore.

Instead, she wants to follow her heart and become a true actress.

To Song Yanxi, this feels foolish, but Chen Pingsheng thinks it’s completely reasonable.

Song Wu’s dream had always been to become an actress; she only withdrew from the entertainment industry because of her marriage.

Now that she has nothing to tie her down, she still wants to pursue acting.

That’s no problem—Chen Pingsheng even persuaded his wife a bit, ultimately agreeing to let her younger sister Song Wu restart her acting career.

After giving birth, Song Wu recovered quickly, and within a few months, she looked just about the same as before.

She even went to headquarters to thank him personally. Chen Pingsheng simply told her to do whatever she wanted.

A divorced woman with two kids—not exactly young anymore—should be able to make her own life choices.

As for her internet influencer agency, Chen Pingsheng transferred someone over from Tengyou Media to manage it. For the next ten years, all its dividends would still go to her.

It was his gesture as a doting brother-in-law.

Family matters aren’t too few or too many—just enough.

The younger sister and older sister still sit leisurely on Nanjing Street, selling goods each day, living a comfortable life.

The older sister even urged the younger sister, Chen Qi, to have another child, but Chen Qi didn’t think it was necessary.

One is enough—who has the energy for more kids, anyway?

Her son Hu Lin, ever since the school fight, had curbed himself quite a bit and stopped reporting teachers as frequently.

But his righteous personality hasn’t changed—he doesn’t report teachers now, but reporting students? That, he still finds acceptable.

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Yep… he seems to be hurtling down the road where he’ll end up brawling with students’ parents.

Magic City, this dazzling Ten Li Foreign Market, is a place of ultimate luxury—but the luxury is reserved for the rich.

If you’re broke, forget even earning respect in your own class.

Bullying out-of-town students or ordinary students happens all the time.

Hu Lin, being stubborn and straightforward, won’t budge on what he decides—doesn’t matter what stands in his way.

Surprisingly, Chen Qi even appreciates this about him. If not for Chen Pingsheng, Hu Lin probably would’ve been expelled three hundred times by now.

His father opened up a Red Star Restaurant, and even the family elders came to help out.

They’ve managed to find their own pursuit in Magic City.

Life flows peacefully, and soon it’s late August.

Chen An’an is about to start her first year of middle school—a place that’s not in Magic City’s bustling center, but rather out in Golden Mountain.

The family has already finalized their decision to move fully to Golden Mountain by November, so it’s only natural she’ll study there.

Chen An’an stopped wearing her flashy branded outfits and went to the underground clothing market to buy some plain, ordinary new clothes.

It seems like this time, she genuinely intends to be an average middle school student.

Chen Pingsheng neither objected nor expressed strong support—he left everything to her own preferences.

“An’an, once you’re in middle school, you’ll be living on campus. You’ll only come home on Saturdays and Sundays every month.”

“Dad, don’t worry. You know how adaptable I am, right?”

Chen An’an had grown into a refined-looking young lady—her hair tied in a ponytail, not too long, not too short.

“It’s not that I’m worried about you adjusting; it’s just that when you’re not around often, I’ll miss you.”

“Waaaa~ I’ll miss my sister too!”

Nearby, Little Third cried heavily—he was genuinely crying.

Meanwhile, Erya was sitting cross-legged, laughing, thrilled to finally escape the oppression of her older sister.

That was no small relief.

“Brother, you need to toughen up.”

Little Third was about to start kindergarten. She didn’t have too many instructions for him since their mom would personally pick him up and drop him off every day.

To make sure the little guy doesn’t get scared and start crying at school.

“Sis, don’t leave, okay?”

“You talk like she’s running away from home or something.”

Song Yanxi scooped up Little Third, holding him close. Chen Lu was great overall, but even watching Stallone wasn’t enough to make him brave.

On Chen An’an’s first day of middle school enrollment, Chen Pingsheng was obviously going to take her. To reflect her status as an ordinary middle schooler, he specifically bought a Volkswagen Passat—not a modified Phaeton or anything, just a real Passat.

Chen An’an even had to pack a blanket and luggage to head out—this was boarding school life, staying for an entire week.

The good news was no more daily pick-ups or drop-offs; the bad news was not seeing the spoiled brat for a whole week.

Golden Mountain is in Magic City’s suburbs—you wouldn’t call it overly glamorous, but being part of Magic City, it naturally surpasses any ordinary city.

When Chen Pingsheng drove Chen An’an there, the school entrance was packed with cars.

Luxury cars were present but far fewer compared to Magic City’s center, where even G-Class vehicles were seen as basic transportation. Golden Mountain was a bit more manageable.

The school Chen An’an was attending was the best public middle school in Golden Mountain—families with no financial means or very poor academic results couldn’t get in at all.

Public schools care a lot about their graduates’ placement rates, which is a crucial metric for school leadership and teachers alike. The better the school, the more emphasis it places on top-performing students.

Those who aren’t academically gifted or have no money to grease palms are instantly barred from the gates.

Chen An’an wanted to handle enrollment herself; now that she was old enough, she understandably didn’t want to rely on her parents for everything.

Chen Pingsheng waved her off from outside, watching her enter the campus.

Standing by his car, he pulled out a Laobaisha cigarette to casually smoke.

“Are you from Southern Province too, buddy?”

“Yeah, what about you?”

“Obviously, only we folks from there love this brand of cigarette.”

The area outside the school was filled with parents dropping off kids, and shortly after Chen Pingsheng got there, a middle-aged man approached to chat.

“Hey, which grade is your kid starting? My daughter’s in first-year middle school this year.”

“Same here, mine too.”

“Well, that’s great! Who knows, maybe our kids will end up in the same class.”

Whether their kids would be in the same class, Chen Pingsheng wasn’t sure, but one thing was certain—Chen An’an would quickly adapt to middle school life.

Middle school—prime adolescence, the most naïve and ignorant phase for teenage girls.

Thankfully, his daughter was more mature than most.

This time heading into middle school, chances were high she’d settle in quickly.

The real question was whether she would stick to being an ordinary middle schooler for the next three years.