The thread was bustling with activity. At first it was just netizens jesting, clamoring for the original poster to spend the money on themselves.
But later, a netizen named "Quiet Little Prince" suddenly replied in a new floor—
"On How to Invest in Minors"
Below was a detailed nearly thousand-word post, concisely listing how to spend money on minors.
Funds, equity, auctions... and so on.
This "Quiet Little Prince" had a rather extraordinary viewpoint, even suggesting some tax evasion strategies.
Even more people followed the thread!
[Bigshot666! This is very criminal, extremely punishable!]
[Is this TM Quiet Little Prince some top-tier elite in accounting?]
[Just so you know, there are no top-tier elites in accounting.]
[Why's that?]
[Because even in a company they can't figure out the real accounts, the more impressive ones already have a secured job position.]
[Hahahaha, no need to make prison food sound so fresh and refined.]
[May I ask Quiet Little Prince, how old are you, where do you work, and do you take apprentices?]
Everyone thought the other party was playing a cool persona and wouldn't answer any questions, but to everyone's surprise, he replied to the last comment: "Five years old, freelance, not taking apprentices."
The floor exploded.
[Five years old? Bigshot, did you possibly leave out a digit in front of the five?]
[Here it comes, the setup of a five-year-old top hacker that you only see in those domineering CEO novels!]
[So the real purpose of this thread isn't to show off wealth, but to hype up this "Quiet Little Prince"?]
[I don't believe he's really five years old, lmao, anyone who believes it is a fool.]
Inside the hospital ward, a frail boy sat quietly with a tablet in his hands.
His eyes, like fog-covered glass, had a layer of coldness about them.
His little face was taut, showing no sign of any emotional fluctuation.
The cold light from the screen shone on his breathing tube, like the scythe of the Grim Reaper.
Perhaps due to illness, his delicate and exquisite features took on a kind of shattered beauty.
They were like extremely thin porcelain, which seemed as if it would crumble with just a bit more pressure.
Outside the door, a man fidgeted with his phone, leaning against the wall, irritably loosening his tie: "Brother Wei, I am the heir to the Yan Family, several million to me is just a trifle!"
"Young Master Yan Da, when you came to borrow money from me, I didn't even blink an eye and directly gave you five million. Now when it's time to repay, you start talking about your status? Heh, if your old man knew you've racked up several million in gambling debts again, I'm afraid the position of the Yan Family heir might need changing soon, right?"
"Brother Wei, that's not what I meant! By mentioning my status, I meant to say I really do have money! It's just that the project I'm handling is being closely monitored by the old man, just give me a few more days—"
"Heh, I've already given you an extra two weeks! According to the interest, you now owe me eight million! If we wait any longer... I'm afraid Young Master Yan Da may not be able to afford it."
This was the first time Yan Kang had heard someone speak of "usury" with such righteous indignation, making him itch with anger.
But with the IOU in someone else's hands, and evidence of the gambling, Yan Kang, no matter how upset, had to play nice: "Brother Wei, just give me a few more days! You know my cousin, Yan Yueqing, right? Aren't you fond of her? I'll bring her over, let Brother Wei—"
"Pah!" Brother Wei spat viciously over the phone, "The former Second Miss Yan indeed used to be pure and endearing, but since she debased herself, had a child, and entered the entertainment industry, who knows how many people she's slept with? Do you think she's still worth eight million?"
Yan Kang grew desperate: "She's made a lot of money as a star! I'll bring her over, and you can take some private photos of her. Won't you be able to demand whatever amount you want thereafter?"
Brother Wei was disgusted by him, "Do you think I'm a XXX? Taking photos to blackmail people? Yan Kang, quit beating around the bush with me! I don't care how you do it, within three days, eight million, and not a penny less! If you can't come up with the money, I'll go ask your old man for it!"
With that, he hung up the phone fiercely.
Hearing the "beep" of the busy signal on the other end, Yan Kang smashed his phone down and furiously pushed open the door and walked in.
The little boy on the bed didn't even lift his head, his indifferent gaze as if unable to see the angry man entering, chillingly calm.
Only...
His fingertips subtly tapped...
Quickly flipping back to the page.
Yan Kang saw that Yan Wang was still browsing children's short videos, and a surge of anger welled up in his chest, "You little bastard, I'm out of money, and you still have the luxury of staying in a damn VIP hospital room!" he said, glancing around at the surrounding equipment, "The old man really plays favorites. Just a bastard, and he spends so much money to save your life? If you ask me, after keeping you for five years, you're still a mute who can't talk; you should've been thrown into an orphanage long ago!"
Yan Wang lifted his head, staring at him expressionlessly.
His eyes were vacant, as if he couldn't understand a word his uncle was saying.
Yan Kang snarled, "Your mom was a cheap thing. She had the decent Lin Family to marry into but went out and got pregnant. Because of her, the two families couldn't get married and instead became enemies! Lin Qiming, that kid, opposed me at the gambling table, causing me to lose over and over! If it weren't for you and your mom, would I have ended up like this? Would I need to grovel to a lowlife like Brother Wei?"
He spoke very unpleasantly, not caring about Yan Wang's feelings at all.
This little nephew had never done anything but receive IV drips or watch children's shows in his hospital bed since he was born. He couldn't even talk, let alone tattle.
A mute, what trouble could he possibly stir up?
In front of him, Yan Kang never hid his true self, "The old man is too biased! Your mom dumps you at the hospital, and he regularly comes to pay the hospital bills! But when I lose a little money, he wishes he could throw me out! Just because he adopted me and she's his biological child, right? Too bad, old man miscalculated! You, a sick mute with a bit of a mental problem, would be doing well to barely live to ten. How could you ever uphold the Yan Family's business?"
Yan Kang cursed this little nephew to his face, not living long, ranting for several minutes until he vented all his dissatisfaction before slamming the door as he left.
With a blank gaze, Yan Wang slowly lifted his head after his uncle stepped out.
His eyes, clear as water, filled with disgust!
The waters of the Yan Family... run deep!
Since he could remember, the old man taught him to pretend to be deaf and dumb, telling him to just wait obediently for his mother to come back.
But his mother...
Had not been here for a very long time...
Would she ever come back?
Yan Wang's slender fingers touched the tablet, his expression slightly stunned.
After a moment, he tapped into the Weibo search bar and entered the three characters "Yan Yueqing."
In the past, no matter what reality show she participated in, Yan Wang would always watch it as soon as possible.
But this time...
She was participating in a parent-child reality show!
In the program, she was someone else's mother...
Not speaking about her own biological son, yet being all warm and affectionate with other children?
Yan Wang felt repulsed, so from the start, he deliberately avoided the show.
Unexpectedly.
After typing in the name, the top trending search that popped up was—
"Yan Yueqing reveals she has a son?"