4: I decided to sell my ass to support you.

On the other side, Wang Shaojun sat on the living room sofa, picked up his phone, and started scrolling through short videos.

Not long after, Butler Wei received a message that Qingmu had arrived at the hotel.

He handed the bank card and password to him, instructing him to take Qingmu and buy a Mercedes-Maybach S680 as a commuter car.

He couldn't keep taking taxis everywhere, and as for everything else, he would deal with that after purchasing the estate.

There was also the Bodyguard rewarded by the system, which he would release later as well.

Butler Wei naturally agreed with his approach. After all, in his view, the young master had to have a certain level of prestige when going out; otherwise, it would be a dereliction of duty on his part as the butler.

He took the bank card and turned to leave.

Meanwhile, Wang Shaojun continued scrolling through Douyin when a message popped up.

Looking at the contact name, a smile couldn't help but appear on his face.

It was his younger sister, Wang Yuxin, who was currently a sophomore at Modu University. Come to think of it, among the three siblings of the Wang family, he had the worst grades and only got into Jiangcheng University.

As for his younger sister and younger brother, without exception, they were both admitted to Modu University.

One was currently a sophomore, and the other was a freshman.

"Big brother, what are you doing right now?"

"Hmm? Why aren't you replying? Are you at work?"

She also sent an emoji of someone with their hands on their hips, leaning close to the camera.

In the short dozen seconds that Wang Shaojun was stunned, she had sent three or four messages in a row.

"Work? What kind of work? I fired my boss yesterday."

"Huh? Why? Weren't you doing just fine? Did your boss give you a hard time? Big brother, if you're not happy working there, then just quit. I'll start live streaming and support you."

"It's a long story. Let's not talk about work. Are you out of living expenses? Wait, brother will transfer some to you."

Just as Wang Shaojun was about to send her a red packet, Wang Yuxin called him.

As soon as he answered, her soft, sweet voice rang out, "Big brother, don't transfer it. I'm not calling to ask for money, and I was serious about what I said just now."

Wang Shaojun was stunned for a moment upon hearing this, then realized, "What do you mean serious? Are you talking about live streaming?"

"Yes, I want to earn my own living expenses. Plus, you're unemployed now, so you need money even more than I do. Brother, what do you think about me live streaming?"

Wang Shaojun thought for a moment and eventually decided to respect her decision, but...

"Xiao Xin, actually we aren't short on money right now. Furthermore, the waters in the live streaming industry are very deep. It's not as simple as you think to make money in it. Are you sure you can handle it?"

Wang Yuxin on the other end of the phone instantly understood what he meant. After all, the live streaming industry nowadays was full of all sorts of freaks and monsters.

To get famous, there are plenty of people who will do anything, from playing on the edge of decency to acting ridiculous.

"Big brother, what are you thinking? I'm different from them. I actually have talent, okay? Have you forgotten that I participated in 'The Voice' back in high school?"

That was true; she did participate in her sophomore year of high school, but she gave it up later for various reasons.

Although his younger sister was usually unreliable, she actually sang quite well—at least better than that masked Internet Celebrity, Wangzai Mantou.

And with him there to protect her, she wouldn't end up having to do anything inappropriate during her streams. After pondering for a moment, he said, "Fine, since you like it, of course your brother will support you."

Hearing this, Wang Yuxin was clearly very happy. "Hehe, thanks, brother! Don't worry, I've loved singing since I was little, you know that. Although I want to earn money from streaming, I mostly want to try monetizing my singing voice. If it doesn't work out, I'll just stop streaming."

"Mm, don't worry, Xiao Xin, your voice is certified. If no one likes listening to it, it's definitely because they don't know how to appreciate it. By the way, are you really sure you don't need money for food? I made a bit from trading stocks these past few months, let me give you a few hundred..."

Before he could finish, he was interrupted by Wang Yuxin. "Really, no need, brother. Keep it for yourself and buy something good to eat. When I video-called you last month, I noticed you'd lost weight. You need to be good to yourself, you know?"

Wang Shaojun felt that the last part sounded strangely familiar.

Damn, isn't this what Mom always says to him?

"Xiao Xin, why do you sound so much like Mom? Hahaha."

"Hmph, you stinky brother. I was just caring about you. If you don't appreciate it, fine. I'm hanging up."

Not even half an hour after finishing his call with Wang Yuxin...

Wang Zixuan suddenly sent a message.

"Brother, it's me! Your younger brother. Give me money."

Looking at this message, Wang Shaojun didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Still, he transferred ten thousand to him, but the other party didn't accept it immediately.

Instead, he sent a message with a suspicious tone, "Speak, who are you? Why is my brother's phone in your hands? You even know the payment password. Do you know you've committed a crime?"

Seeing this message, Wang Shaojun decisively called him.

"Little brother, what crime did I commit?"

Upon hearing this familiar voice, Wang Zixuan was clearly surprised. "Damn, brother? Why is my brother's phone in your hands? Wait, no, big brother, is it really you?"

"Who else would it be?"

"Ah, it really is you! Brother, you're too good to me. I've decided to sell my ass to support you from now on."

Wang Shaojun's face darkened immediately upon hearing this. "Don't force me to fly to Modu to find you right now. You know what I'm capable of."

"Hehe, that... big brother, I was joking. I won't take the money. I heard from the second older sister that you lost your job. I thought you must be feeling very depressed, so I wanted to find an excuse to comfort you. But it seems you don't need my comfort now. As expected of my big brother, Wang Zixuan, your mentality is awesome!"

"Stop playing around, just take the money. I'm hanging up."

In the end, the other party didn't accept it, and Wang Shaojun wasn't surprised by this.

Although the three siblings often bickered, they had an extremely good relationship.

No! It should be said that the entire Wang family had an extremely good relationship, although he didn't have any aunts, only one second uncle.

But thinking of this, he couldn't help but mention his awesome dad and second uncle.

Raising three university students was very stressful for an ordinary family.

And several years ago, Wang Jianguo, his father, probably thought of this.

Then, he took Wang Jianjun, his second uncle, and ignoring the dissuasion of their family members, headed directly to Southeast Asia to make their fortune.

In Wang Jianguo's words, with no power or influence, trying to make it in the country was as hard as ascending to heaven. Relying solely on that fixed salary of three thousand, how could they afford to raise three university students?

So, he took Wang Jianjun and went to Southeast Asia.

They only contacted home once a month.

Fortunately, a year later, the two of them returned.

Although he didn't know what kind of work they did while abroad, they brought back two million. He and his second uncle each got one million, and only then did life in the Wang family become much better.

At the time, Wang Shaojun was extremely shocked and curious. One million per person in a year? That meant, excluding expenses, over eighty thousand a month. Was money really that easy to make abroad?

It wasn't until later that he learned that the two million was earned by his father and second uncle risking their lives.

He even learned from his father that if it weren't for his second uncle saving him, he probably wouldn't have made it back alive.

Hearing this at the time scared him so much he broke out in a cold sweat.

But no matter how he asked, they still wouldn't tell him what kind of work they had done in Southeast Asia back then.

They did, however, show him the scars on their bodies, especially on their lower legs—they were actually gunshot wounds.