This actor just wants to brush attributes

In the depths of the eastern market in Jincheng, inside a clothing store, incense was being burned and the bell was ringing.

Su's father is in a very good mood recently. His son is promising, and he even found a billionaire woman as his girlfriend. The key is that the daughter-in-law here looks like a fairy.

So he is not anxious about his son's future, nor is he anxious about his future retirement.

The biggest wish of his generation is that when they get old, they don't need to cause trouble to their children. Dad Su thinks that after disposing of the inventory on hand, he has a deposit of two to three million yuan, so he shouldn't cause trouble to Su Chen in the future.

The only thing Su's father and Su's mother are worried about now is when they will have a grandson.

In front of the spacious wooden tea table, there are incense sticks, tea sets, strange stones, rockery, and a small clock.

This copper clock looks a bit old, and I don't know where Papa Su bought it from.

If this thing is seen by Su Chen, regardless of whether it is real or not, it is collectively called fake antiques.

After all, he felt that the probability of finding the real thing for the antiques that Su's father had a foolish eye for was not as high as the probability of becoming famous in one of his plays.

"When you ring the bell every day, you must sincerely pray for blessings."

Mama Su sat opposite Papa Su, the old couple drank tea, and each of them rang the bell.

Su's father said, this is a lucky start.

Ringing the bell means middle.

Once hit, the descendants will come.

Speaking of auspiciousness, to use the classic lines in the Eastern Market, it means "pass by, don't miss it."

Just knock it if it's okay.

What if the son and daughter-in-law are hit?

It's also thanks to the old couple's idea that Su Chen didn't know about it, otherwise he would be absolutely shocked by how much Su's father wanted his grandson so obsessively.

Thousands of kilometers away, you still want to make a contribution to wish Zhao Qingren "good pregnancy again and again"?

"It's over, go and buy some red silk, cloth and cotton, and sew a small quilt for Su Chen and Xiao Zhao."

Su's father was thinking seriously.

"Isn't it enough to buy a quilt? What year is it, and you still need to sew a quilt?"

Su's mother detests Su's father as old-fashioned.

"What do you know, can the quilt sewed by the mother-in-law be the same as the quilt bought outside? And in this life, it's not for the two of them, it's for the little grandson and granddaughter in the future."

"This thing is just a lottery."

Father Su recalled to himself what happened when Su Chen was born.

He just remembered which relative gave him a red quilt, and within a few days, Mama Su became pregnant with Su Chen.

Now it's time to inherit, and then one of these things is indispensable.

While Papa Su was thinking hard, Uncle Jian outside the store walked in excitedly from the door with a coil of firecrackers in his hand.

"elder brother!"

Father Su frowned, just as he remembered something, he was interrupted by these two "brother".

This uncle Jian is called Tong Jiansheng, a few years younger than Su's father, a southerner, he ran from Shantou to the northwest to do business 20 years ago, and he grew up watching Su Chen.

"What's the matter, what's the matter, what are you doing with the gun?"

Father Su was dumbfounded: "Jian, has your son been admitted to university?"

"What, brother, why don't you know anything, Su Chen is popular now, hey, what are you still drinking tea here?"

"Everyone in the Eastern Market knows about it, but you don't?"

Su Ma stood up, wiped her hands on her clothes, her face was full of panic: "Where is the fire?"

"Your son is famous and a big star!

"

Uncle Jian smiled and hung the firecrackers around Dad Su's neck: "Go, go out and set off a firecracker, celebrate it, and then wait for your dinner tonight!"

A few more of Su's father's old buddies came in at the door, dragging him out of the store.

Lighter a little!

Crackling, crackling sound.

Su's mother and Su's father were bombed in front of the firecrackers, so they figured it out.

It turned out that a movie Su Chen made before the Chinese New Year last year went to the cinema. After it was broadcast, he became famous, famous, and became a movie star.

Papa Su opened his mouth.

In front of him are all acquaintances who have been doing business in the same market for many years, and there is still a buzzing sound in his head that has been bombed.

Su's mother had a smile on her face, but she was actually confused.

"What's the matter?"

"It feels the same as having a champion at home?"

At five o'clock in the afternoon, Su's father and Su's mother were "forced" to treat guests to dinner, and set up three large tables in the Dongsheng Restaurant next door, and about 25 or six friends who were acquainted with each other on weekdays sat around the table.

"Breakdown for 33 days?"

"Well, then what?"

"This...is on fire, that's why."

Su's father asked three times, and the scene was filled with laughter.

It's not that he doesn't know what it's like to become a big star. In Dad Su's perception, a big star is just like Fan Bingbing.

Wherever you go, people take pictures, everyone envies, and then you still make money?

However, how popular is Su Chen now, and how much money can he make?

Uncle Jian is several years younger than Pa Su, so he explained this to Pa Su.

"Brother, let me ask you, how many regular customers does your store have now?"

Su's mother thought for a while: "About four to five hundred? I have a notebook, and it is recorded on it. There are probably so many, what's wrong?"

"Yes, you have been in business for 20 years, and you have four or five hundred old customers, right?"

"Your son Su Chen has a scarf, so you can regard his Weibo as your storefront."

"The fans under this scarf are your son's customers."

Uncle Jian took out his mobile phone and showed Su's father and Su's mother: "Look, how many customers does Su Chen have now?"

Su Ma counted like a woodpecker: "one, hour, hundred, thousand, ten thousand, one hundred thousand, million..."

"hiss!"

Su's mother gasped: "More than 200 million fans?"

Uncle Jian slapped his thigh: "Hey, you still know fans?"

Su's mother nodded again and again, grabbed the phone and counted again: "I even bought a Taobao store, can I know what a fan is?"

Uncle Jian patted Papa Su's shoulder: "Brother, we don't do business anymore. Now your son goes out to shoot an advertisement and earns more than you have in your entire life!"

Papa Su nodded blankly, expressing his understanding.

It's not been a day or two since my son became an actor. I watched a movie before and couldn't find him for a long time. How come he became so famous all of a sudden?

"Hey, Mom Su Chen, you guys really know how to educate your son, you can teach him a big star!"

"Really, this child Su Chen has been beautiful since he was a child. I said, what are those stars on TV now? It's Su Chen who is pleasing to the eye."

During the meal.

Su's father gradually recovered his status. He returned to his usual appearance as a big brother in the eastern market, drinking whenever he could. After a few rounds, Su's father stabilized his aura and said:

"What is the main focus of this child's education?"

There was no sound on the table, waiting for Dad Su to pretend to be aggressive.

"It's mostly about trust."

"It's the trust between father and son. He didn't study hard before, and then he was disobedient. He went to an acting school. Many relatives said, I don't know how to educate children."

Su's father was full of aura: "They know nothing."

"Am I not good at education? I am giving my son space!"

"Good! Well said."

Uncle Jian applauded Su's father at the table: "Brother's trust, I have seen it with my own eyes. It is not easy, and it is not easy for parents who can do this."

After a while, the group of old friends booed, saying they wanted to take a look at Su Chen.

But I couldn't see it, so I said to make a call and make it public for everyone to hear the voice of the big star.

Everyone drank a little happily.

Su's father also agreed.

He called Su Chen directly: "Hello? Damn it."

"All are all."

Father Su coughed and cleared his throat. He was nervous just now and told his son to call him early.

"Hey?"

Finally, the phone was picked up.

"Hey, son."

Su's father shouted loudly: "You have become a big star, don't you tell your parents now?"

Su Chen seemed a little busy.

From time to time, there are slogans and whistles.

"Dad, I'm a little busy right now, I'm going to start filming later..."

There was a lot of noise on the other end of the phone, and Dad Su couldn't hear clearly. He squeezed the phone: "The one...the uncles said that they want to hear you perform a show...that..."

"Hey?"

"Hello? Dad, I'm filming, let's not talk about it, I'll call you back at night."

Dad Su still had the same aura just now, when he heard that his son was busy, he felt and said: "Okay, son, you are busy first, work is important, work is important."

"That's right, Dad."

At this moment, all the uncles and aunts on the table waited with bated breath, waiting to hear the voice of the "big star".

So it was very quiet, even though Su Chen's voice was relatively low, he could still hear clearly.

"When it's over, I'll transfer 50 or 100 million to you and Mom. You spend it first, and then tell me if it's not enough."

"Pay attention to your body and drink less alcohol!"

Afterwards, the phone was hung up directly.

All that remained was Dududu's busy tone, and a series of gurgling sounds from uncles and aunts swallowing their saliva.

Papa Su was also stunned.

Unexpectedly, after this phone call, 50 or 100 million came.

He really didn't expect his son to be so "pragmatic" now.

Father Su coughed, put down the phone, and felt extremely refreshed.

He sighed: "Oh, no matter how busy you are at work, you still have time to talk to your parents."

He raised his head and looked at the pairs of envious eyes on the table: "You know how to give money just by giving it. What's the use?"

"As parents, do we want that little money?"

"Unfilial..."

Father Su's expression was heartbroken and remorseful, as if he felt that he hadn't educated Su Chen well.

He ignored the envious green eyes of more than 20 old friends.