Reaching the age of thirty, my income randomly doubled

New Year's Day, January 1st, 2019.

Whether you're willing or not, time pushes you forward.

Just like people, we were once children ourselves, and later became parents to children.

Song Yanxi is cooking in the kitchen with Chen Yao and the others, while the spoiled brat goes off to play with Xiao Ya and Xiao Le.

Er Piya is leading Hu Qilin, Yang Chaoyue, and the others around, each with a golden shovel, digging here and there.

The three little ones are bustling about joyfully, and the number of kids in the house is growing.

Grandpa's generation particularly loves this; it's a sign of a flourishing family.

Chen Pingsheng even proposed that this year for the New Year celebration, instead of going anywhere else, everyone should come with him to Xiangjiang.

To spend a special Spring Festival on the super yacht.

Yang Changwen, this shameless fellow, lit up at the idea.

"I say, brother-in-law, can I borrow your yacht for a spin?"

"Of course, how about I even call some young stars to join you?"

"Absolutely, yes!"

Song Wu bagged such a gem, who spends all day thinking about women.

He dares to look, but if he dared touch a starlet, he'd be sent all the way back to the start in no time.

There's hardly a greater sorrow in the world.

Chen Pingsheng couldn't be bothered with him, and went to play chess with Grandpa, who also mentioned another thing—that his dad was about to come to the Magic City too.

Now that all the relatives are here, it makes no sense for him to hold on to the post of village chief alone.

Being over sixty, it's time to live out his days in the Magic City as a stylish old man.

"Your dad has been village chief for so many years, he's had his time. Once he's here, the Old Chen Family will be thoroughly reunited."

"He should have come already; it's just that he hasn't listened despite my several persuasions."

Grandfather smiled and said, "Your dad always wanted to do more for the villagers. Now that he's done a lot, and I, an old man, don't have many years left, it's time for him to come."

"Grandpa, you're going to live to ninety-nine at least; life is still long, so don't talk about the bad stuff."

"Ninety-something, there's really nothing fun about reaching that age."

Chen Pingsheng smiled and said nothing, aware of some top tycoons.

The Richest Li from Xiangjiang, the Casino King, the likes of them were secretly backing foreign research teams to look into longevity drugs.

Of course, the drug for eternal life would never be found, but products that can delay life for a few years could be developed.

To be serious, if such a thing were to be developed,

It would undoubtedly be a tragedy for the world. If there is one absolute fairness left in this world,

It is the cycle of birth, aging, sickness, and death.

And now, the wealthy can use money to extend their lives by five, ten, or even more years.

It may not seem like much in the short term, but in the long run, chaos is bound to ensue.

Song Yanxi calls everyone together for a meal; one table alone is not enough, so five large round tables were set up at home.

Most of the dishes were prepared and delivered directly from restaurants, with only some special, traditional home-cooked dishes being made at home.

Like Spicy Pepper Fish Head.

The Chen Family gathers together; from now on, this could become a tradition, to meet here every New Year's Day.

To talk about each other's different situations and also to see the children growing up day by day.

Aunts and uncles from the previous generation have mostly found jobs outside, typically quite laid-back ones.

There are property managers and security guards, and even nannies to take care of people.

Many people just can't sit still. At just over fifty years of age, people spend their days looking at each other, which isn't much fun at all!

Most of their peers have gone to work, with a minority still starting their own businesses.

Only a few have made achievements, among which Song Wu's online celebrity agency is the best-performing one.

Next is the new online celebrity company established by Song Shuiqing. In this era, the most profitable businesses are mostly linked to short videos.

There's no helping it; most people spend their spare time on this.

My cousin Peng Yu is also doing quite well, it's just that his kind of business isn't something he can brag about in front of the elders.

Gradually, these young people in their early twenties have also found their own path in life through this process.

They all know, without the need for emphasis, that being an internet celebrity is now the most lucrative.

Even Er Piya earns hundreds of thousands in tips every time she live streams, so there's no reason why they can't do it.

They even asked five-year-old Er Piya for advice on becoming an internet celebrity.

Er Piya got all spirited up in an instant, swaying her hips, and her maternal cousin Peng Jia immediately observed her behavior and passed her a small stool.

Her nose twitched, and lo and behold, another aunt from her father's side presented her with milk tea in the left hand and coffee in the right.

With a little shuffle of her feet, Hu Qilin even came to give her a foot massage.

Er Piya, clad in toad sunglasses, really had an unmatched presence.

"Wanting to be an internet celebrity is too easy."

"With me, the uniquely clever Er Congming, assisting you, Aunt, you can become famous in minutes."

She wasn't just bragging—although Er Piya never showed her face, she was already recognized across the internet as a little princess.

Under her savvy management, among the myriad of small internet celebrities, none could compare with her wealth.

There's no need for deliberate flaunting; simply filming daily life at home does the trick.

Short videos have been popular for several years now, and the quickest way to go viral is still flaunting wealth.

This also means that most people who enjoy watching short videos are ordinary folks.

Er Piya is super smart to begin with and has been playing with short videos for so long.

She can easily list several ways to quickly go viral and earn money, such as visiting luxury stores, staying in hotels charging tens of thousands per night, eating lobsters costing thousands each, drinking wines valued at over a million per bottle, or flaunting watches worth millions.

Simply filming these can lead to rapid internet fame.

Ordinary people may not have the advantage, but the relatives in her family have no such barriers.

Her dad just doesn't like them showing off and picking up girls using family possessions, but he wouldn't stop them from using these items as tools to make money.

A Tower King Villa worth a billion—that's something ordinary people can't even afford to rent.

Not to mention Magic City's top-notch luxury consumption venues, where merely mentioning her dad's name spares the need for cash payment.

Er Piya shook her head with authority, "Even I, a five-year-old little girl, know that earning a few million a month is easier than eating and drinking. Yet, you guys can't even make tens of thousands."

Er Piya got tired of sitting, so maternal cousin Peng Jia immediately brought over a small recliner for her to comfortably move her chubby little body onto it.

"Erya, you're so smart. Your dad would be so happy to know how clever you are."

"No way, the genes from my dad's side of the family earn millions each month; it wouldn't even be sufficient as pocket money."

She wasn't wrong there—Chen Pingsheng might allow her to play around.

But relying on being an internet celebrity to make money—that's a loss of face the family can't afford.

To this day, she hasn't cashed out any of the money she's earned, and even if she did, it would only be donated to her sister's Anle Fund.

And that would be made public.

Others may not understand the situation, but she knows what she's about.

Not many can handle her, but her sister Chen An'an is definitely one of them.