Chapter 632
Brother's Glory, Sister's Protection
After listening to the principal and Teacher Li's explanation, I realized that they had asked my son to film an advertisement for a learning machine.
The kind that can be shown on TV.
The couple suddenly came to their senses.
This is a very happy occasion.
My son has become successful, and big brands are now actively seeking collaborations with him.
Mom's eyes lit up: "You two keep chatting! I'll go cook two more dishes!"
He then plunged into the kitchen.
The pots and pans clattered merrily.
The old man hurriedly rummaged through his drawers and cabinets, pulled out a few bottles of Maotai, rubbed his hands together and laughed: "Have a couple of drinks, you must have a couple of drinks!"
Immediately afterwards, Zhang Tao and his team surrounded Jiang Yang, showering him with compliments and flattery.
That's the procedure.
This sets the stage for the upcoming negotiations.
Let's get into a lively atmosphere first.
Jiang Yueyue glanced at Xiwei, the beautiful and youthful sister, sitting close to Jiang Yang.
Then look at the principal and teachers who praised my brother.
Then look at the brand representatives, who all look very serious.
Her small chest was held high.
Don't miss the chance to show off.
He had completely forgotten about his previous argument with Jiang Yang!
She ran back to her room, grabbed her phone, and immediately deleted the previous post she had made, a heartbroken status update about not wanting to bother each other.
I left the room and took a picture at the door.
Then he quickly started fiddling with it.
A new one was posted.
The accompanying photo is a secretly taken panoramic view of the restaurant.
Tian Xiwei sat next to Jiang Yang, listening intently as Jiang Yang and Zhang Tao discussed the endorsement.
The principal and Old Li clinked glasses while drinking.
The brand representatives, dressed in suits, surrounded Jiang Yang.
She added a soft light effect to the image.
The corners were filled with tiny stars and crowns.
The bottom right corner is crookedly written: My Little Fangirl ℡
Then add the caption: [゛★My brother is the most awesome in the entire universe★゜Top scorer, endorser, big shot, nobody else can get involved丿We're just saying, we're so proud we're flying~Brother's glory, I'll protect it乀]
Click Publish.
Refresh the page.
I immediately saw seven or eight likes.
She shows off her older brother at school every day; he's already a celebrity in the class.
You must urge your brother to strive for advancement and make sure the family doesn't collapse.
The feeling of showing off is like drinking fine wine, intoxicating.
The cups and plates in the living room have been cleaned up.
My mother polished the porcelain bowls and plates until they shone, then put them away in the cupboard.
I brewed a pot of fresh tea.
Steam rose from the purple clay teapot. When poured into a transparent glass, the tea leaves unfurled, releasing a delicate fragrance that diluted the greasiness of the previous meal.
The old man held a glass half-filled with baijiu (Chinese liquor), his cheeks flushed with the aftertaste of the wine, and he began to talk incessantly.
He sat next to the principal.
Teacher Li stayed by his side.
The three of them sat around a corner of the sofa chatting, their conversation ranging from Jiang Yang's top score in the imperial examination to his future in the entertainment industry.
They're getting further and further off track.
"Principal, Teacher Li, you have no idea!"
The old man took a sip of his wine, his eyes brimming with undisguised pride. He gestured with his fingers, saying, "My Yangyang has been extraordinary since he was little! When he was a kid, he watched a TV series and said he wanted to be a big star when he grew up. Look at him, he's really made it! He even acted in 'Fighter of the Destiny,' which I heard is full of big names. Yangyang even gave them some guidance. Seriously, I'm not bragging, but directors call my son 'teacher.' He gets director-level treatment on set!"
Jiang Yueyue sat to the side and watched with a pout.
The old man doesn't even know what "Fighter of the Destiny" is about. And he gets director-level treatment.
My brother is clearly an acting coach, but he's nowhere near a director!
She brags by mentioning her brother's awesome achievements.
The old man just made it all up.
"Your dad is talking nonsense again. He's drunk, so he talks a lot."
I overheard my mom muttering something next to me.
Jiang Yueyue nodded vigorously.
My mom is annoyed by how my dad seems to drink too much; he can't control his mouth.
But then they discovered...
This time, however, Mom couldn't hide the little bit of smugness on her face.
The old man was so engrossed in his story that he didn't even realize he was wrong.
Instead, he got more and more carried away: "And another thing, do you know who the most powerful person at Hunan TV is? It's that Wang... Wang Han, who's on very friendly terms with my son, saying he'll make my son the top host at Hunan TV someday. And that teacher at the Beijing Film Academy, who's also a celebrity, Huang Lei, let me tell you, he's really close to my son, saying he'll directly recommend him for graduate school. That shows my son is really capable, otherwise why would they even consider him..."
Spit flew up in rhythm with the speaking.
The old man's face glowed red, his eyes sparkled, and he was extremely proud of himself.
He rambled on and on about the bits and pieces he'd heard from Jiang Yueyue, embellishing and exaggerating them in his own imagination.
They described Jiang Yang's path in the entertainment industry as if he had been given a cheat code.
The principal held his teacup and took a small sip.
A gentle smile graced his face, while his eyes held a knowing look.
He listened patiently, nodding occasionally in agreement: "Not bad, not bad, Jiang Yang is indeed a promising child, his future is limitless."
He sat upright.
Even though the old man's words were full of loopholes, he didn't show the slightest impatience.
Teacher Li sat to the side, with the same attitude.
Without the usual strictness of a homeroom teacher, or the imposing presence she displayed at parent-teacher meetings, she wore a smile and continued the conversation, echoing the old man's words: "Old Jiang, you've raised a fine son! When Jiang Yang becomes a big star, you'll be a star parent! Hahahaha..."
Just a few jokes.
I know it perfectly well.
Jiang Yang's father had drunk too much and was exaggerating a bit.
Normally, if other parents were to spout such nonsense, the two of them would have lost patience and immediately changed the subject.
But today is different.
Jiang Yang sat there and discussed cooperation with Zhang Tao.
The two of them had to give Jiang Yang face; they couldn't contradict his father on the spot and embarrass Jiang Yang.
While chatting, his eyes would occasionally dart towards Jiang Yang and Zhang Tao.
If the collaboration goes through, the brand will donate a batch of learning equipment and establish scholarships to support the school's "Top Scholar Charity Program," which will improve the school's teaching resources—a tangible benefit.
Jiang Yang is the top scorer produced by the school, and he has also won such a prestigious endorsement. It is said that Tongliang Middle School has produced a top scorer as its spokesperson.
The school's reputation and brand recognition will soar, making it a star school overnight.
The principal is proud, and will have more confidence when speaking at meetings or during performance evaluations within the education system.
Moreover, it will be of great help to the school's future enrollment.
As Jiang Yang's homeroom teacher, Lao Li will have a solid foundation for future evaluations of professional titles and outstanding teacher awards.
They might even be invited by other schools to give lectures and become celebrities in the education field.
Jiangyang's success is the school's success, and also their success.
So no matter how outrageous the old man's nonsense was, the two of them listened patiently.
They would occasionally chime in with compliments, creating a lively and cheerful atmosphere.
Meanwhile, Zhang Tao, with his business team, was sitting next to the coffee table that Jiang Yang had set up on the balcony.
Tian Xiwei didn't leave; she sat obediently on the small stool next to Jiang Yang.
"Jiang Yang," Zhang Tao spoke first.
I have calmed down.
Adopting a professional smile, he handed over a neatly printed proposal from his briefcase: "This is our preliminary cooperation proposal from Youxuepai. Please take a look." (End of Chapter)