Picking Up Fragments

The family entered the house and sat down to chat, and the grandfather also returned.

Jiang Siming honestly told them what he was currently doing.

Upon hearing about playing games, live streaming, and gaming professionally, the three of them were somewhat incredulous.

But when Jiang Siming showed them his bank card deposit information, they realized their child truly had potential.

"Shaoqing, how many zeros are there on this? Jiang Guoqiao, wearing reading glasses, stared at the screen of his phone and counted the zeros.

"Seven zeros, with two threes in front, more than thirty-three million." Father Jiang replied.

After soloing with Gu Cun, Jiang Siming's deposit reached twenty million.

And after his live broadcast room reached full level and he received over ten million from gift money sharing, all of it went into Jiang Siming's account.

Plus the money he usually picked up, Jiang Siming having so much in his account was not surprising.

For Father Jiang's family, more than thirty-three million was completely beyond their comprehension.

All they knew was that it was a lot, a lot, a lot of money, enough for the entire town to spend their whole lives and still not finish.

"My son is truly capable! I'd like to see who in town would dare to say my son is useless!" Mother Jiang wiped her tears and said.

Father Jiang stared at Jiang Siming, saying, "Even with so much money, you shouldn't spend it recklessly. A car costs over two million, and all the money isn't enough for your spending. I think you should just leave the money with me, and I'll keep it for you."

Before Jiang Siming could speak, Mother Jiang stood up with her hands on her hips.

"Why should the money our son earns be kept by you? Besides, do you even know who the two million is for? It's none of your business. It's already hard enough for our son to earn money outside. What if there's an emergency outside? You want him to leave the money with you so you can spend it on alcohol?

You're dreaming!"

Father Jiang immediately wilted upon hearing this, no longer daring to argue with his wife.

"If you think our son spends money too extravagantly, then let him return the car." Mother Jiang decisively put an end to the argument.

Father Jiang immediately conceded without hesitation.

"In the end, our son is the most capable. Son, what dish do you want to eat? Mom will make it for you tonight!" Mother Jiang said happily.

"Pork knuckles in sauce, grilled pork belly with crispy rice, braised tofu, and Shanwei lobsters." Jiang Siming listed the names of the dishes.

"You're quite demanding. We'll have to go out and buy the ingredients for these dishes. Why don't you ask for a full banquet?" Father Jiang complained.

"None of your business. I'm happy to buy groceries for my son. Can you stop meddling? Don't touch your chopsticks during dinner, and all the leftovers in the kitchen will be yours."

"This won't do. Let's go buy groceries together. I'll drive you there!" Father Jiang insisted.

"It's just a few steps away. It's a waste of gas."

"No problem. You've never ridden in my car before. Let me take you for a ride." Father Jiang dragged Mother Jiang into the car, and the two of them went to buy groceries.

Grandma happily went to the kitchen to prepare the side dishes, while Grandpa sat in a chair chatting with Jiang Siming.

Not long after, a slim figure rushed in, bouncing with a backpack on her back.

"I'm back! Grandma, what delicious food are we having tonight?"

As soon as he heard this voice, Jiang Siming knew who it was—his little sister.

Jiang Siming's sister was named Jiang Wanwan, ten years younger than Jiang Siming. Despite the considerable age gap, Jiang Siming and Jiang Wanwan had a very good relationship.

However, they used to argue and fight often when they were younger, especially when fighting over the TV remote control. Your journey continues on empire

But Jiang Siming always won, and Jiang Wanwan would end up in tears.

But she had a big heart. After arguing with Jiang Siming, she would reconcile soon after and continue to follow Jiang Siming like a little shadow.

Now that the little girl was growing up, inheriting the Jiang family's genes, she was becoming slender and beautiful, with a round face just like when she was a child.

Although she was not stunningly beautiful, she was still a lovely little beauty.

Jiang Wanwan never entered through the main entrance. She always loved to come in through the back kitchen, because she could conveniently sneak a few bites of delicious food.

"Go to the living room and you'll find out." Grandma smiled and told her.

Hearing this, Jiang Wanwan thought the meal was ready and immediately ran over.

Seeing Jiang Siming smiling at her, the little girl paused for a second, then immediately jumped with excitement.

"Brother, why are you back?" Jiang Wanwan approached Jiang Siming and looked him over, saying, "And you've become so handsome, did you get plastic surgery in Korea or something?"

As she spoke, she immediately pinched Jiang Siming's nose and cheeks, finding no problem.

Jiang Siming retaliated by standing up, grabbing her chubby cheeks, and speaking in a tone of a big brother lecturing his little sister.

"You chubby little thing, dare to mess around with your big brother? Do you think you can win?"

Jiang Wanwan had always had a chubby face since she was a child, so Jiang Siming nicknamed her "Chubby."

At first, she didn't like it, but gradually got used to it and even became indifferent to it.

"How did you grow so tall, Brother?" Jiang Wanwan looked up at Jiang Siming, her hands jumping up but unable to reach Jiang Siming's face.

"Jealous? You little shorty." Jiang Siming boasted.

Unable to take advantage, Jiang Wanwan immediately complained to her grandfather, "Grandpa, Jiang Siming bullied me, wuwuwu~"

"Don't expect Grandpa to help you. First, report your recent test scores, and let's see if you have the potential to go to college."

"Don't underestimate me! I've been in the top ten in the school in every test this year!" Jiang Wanwan proudly replied.

"Just top ten and you're showing off? I've attended the local middle school in town. What's the use of being in the top ten? When I was your age, I ranked third in the whole school and barely got into Fudan University. Being in the top ten won't get you into a prestigious university."n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

"I admit I'm not as good as you in studying." Jiang Wanwan pouted, her brother had always been her role model in academics.

"Admitting it means you need to work harder and correct your shortcomings. Do you still want to come to Shanghai to hang out with your brother? Let me tell you, your brother is doing very well in Shanghai now. If you can't get into Shanghai, don't blame me for not taking you there."

"Really? How much do you make in Shanghai each month? Got a raise? Is it five thousand?" Jiang Wanwan asked curiously.

"Five thousand? You're underestimating your brother too much. Multiply that by a thousand."

"Ha, you're just bragging. No one believes it." Jiang Wanwan obviously didn't believe it.

"Wanwan, your brother is not bragging. He bought a car for your dad, worth over two million." Jiang Guoqiao spoke up for Jiang Siming.

"Where's the car? Why didn't I see it?"

"Your dad took it to buy groceries. You'll see it when he comes back."

"Really? You're making big money now? Will you buy me delicious food?" Jiang Wanwan immediately thought about food, after all, "Chubby" was not a nickname Jiang Siming gave her for no reason.

"The back seat is full of snacks imported from abroad." Jiang Siming smiled mysteriously.

Jiang Wanwan was thrilled and ran off to the market to find her parents.

Jiang Siming followed her, after all, they were not far from home and it wouldn't be a problem to leave it unattended.