Rebirth 02, the Celestial Being Told Me to Stop Pretending

Lu Chen pondered for a moment.

"Auntie." He held up one finger.

"First, you are a U.S. citizen. This makes things easier for you in terms of taxes and laws."

The second finger.

"Secondly, I've heard you have connections in Hollywood. This funding will be a great help to me and Yifei in the future."

The third finger.

"Third, Yifei trusts me, and I hope you can trust me too. So I want to entrust this to you on my behalf."

Liu Xiaoli silently picked up her teacup and took a sip.

"You want to get into Hollywood?"

"It was bound to happen sooner or later." Lu Chen relaxed his forward-leaning body slightly.

He turned around, took a piece of paper out of his bag, and spread it on the coffee table.

It's an architecture diagram, drawn very simply.

The arrow points from BVI company Coordinate Holdings to Hong Kong company Coordinate Asia, and then from mainland China to WFOE film and television consulting company.

"A three-tier structure. From BVI to Hong Kong to WFOE to Coordinate Holdings. Coordinate Holdings is held in your name."

Lu Chen drew a line on the architecture diagram with his finger.

"A BVI company is the top-level safe deposit box, kept overseas. A Hong Kong company is the middle layer, and a WFOE is a wholly foreign-owned enterprise."

After reviewing the architecture diagram, Liu Xiaoli did not immediately respond.

"Aren't you afraid I'll run off with the money?"

"I'm not afraid."

Why?

"Yifei is in my hands, isn't she?"

Liu Xiaoli was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter at Lu Chen's words.

"I don't understand things about you young people. But Yifei trusts you, and I trust you too." She immediately added after saying that.

"I'll say it again: don't let her lose."

"Definitely." Lu Chen put down his teacup. "There's one more thing I need to say."

"What is it?"

"Yifei's nationality."

Liu Xiaoli's smile disappeared.

"Yifei is now a U.S. citizen," Lu Chen said.

"I know this is for her to have a better education, but if she wants to develop her career in China in the future, this identity may have some impact."

"Isn't this making a mountain out of a molehill, Xiao Lu? I see a lot of people here are foreign nationals."

"Foreign citizenship is nothing special, but Chinese citizenship is very important. Her roots are in China. Trust me."

Liu Xiaoli did not speak.

Her fingers traced the rim of the teacup, then she gave Lu Chen a deep look.

"What do you want me to do?"

"We must restore Yifei's Chinese citizenship. We cannot allow those with ulterior motives to exploit this issue."

Liu Xiaoli stood up and walked to the window.

"it is good."

"Don't tell Yifei about the nominee shareholding; she doesn't need to know about these things yet."

Lu Chen stood up to take his leave.

As he reached the door, Liu Xiaoli called out to him.

"Lu Chen".

"Um."

How old are you this year?

"Twenty-three."

Liu Xiaoli looked at him, her lips moved, but in the end she only said one sentence: "Be careful on the road. Drive slowly."

At the age of 23, Lu Chen is already a Golden Horse Award-winning director with a net worth of 300 million. Most importantly, he has shown a maturity and vision far beyond his years.

And the determination to have a stranger, with whom she had no connection, hold the shares on her behalf, despite having her own ulterior motives.

But all of this forced Liu Xiaoli to re-examine Lu Chen and the relationship between Lu Chen and Liu Yifei.

She initially thought it was just a young girl experiencing her first stirrings of love developing a vague affection for a talented young man. She didn't object, but she certainly didn't encourage it.

She thought for a moment, picked up the phone to call Liu Yifei, but then remembered Lu Chen's instructions before he left, so she put the phone down.

After leaving Liu Xiaoli's house, Lu Chen drove home.

They returned to the original owner's parents' home, which was also in Shunyi, not far from Liu Yifei's home.

Lu Jianguo ran away with more than six million yuan in debt back then, leaving Lu Chen only 176.3 yuan. The relationship between father and son has always been somewhat delicate.

It's not bad.

I don't know what to do.

When Lu Chen entered, Shen Yulan was cooking in the kitchen.

The aroma of braised pork ribs wafted from the kitchen. Lu Chen stood at the doorway and suddenly felt a lump in his throat.

Hold.

He took a deep breath and suppressed the soreness.

Lu Jianguo was repairing an old computer in his study on the second floor. He was wearing a faded blue work uniform and holding a screwdriver.

Hearing the noise, I came down from the second floor.

"You're back?" Lu Jianguo's tone wasn't enthusiastic, but his eyes were full of love for his child.

A very typical father-son relationship.

"Um."

"Sit down and rest for a while."

Lu Chen walked into the living room and sat down on the sofa.

Shen Yulan peeked out from the kitchen and saw that it was Lu Chen returning. Her eyes lit up and she quickly wiped her hands before coming out.

"Why didn't you tell me beforehand? Mom could have cooked a few more dishes."

"That's enough, Mom, stop fussing." Lu Chen looked at the dishes on the table.

Braised pork ribs, shrimp with seasonal vegetables, stir-fried broccoli, and tomato and egg soup. Four dishes and a soup—this is considered the highest standard of living in the Lu family.

Mr. Lu worked his way up from scratch. He had a difficult childhood, which instilled in him a habit of thrift and diligence.

However, this is something the original owner clearly did not inherit, which is also related to the fact that the father was busy with business all year round and neglected to discipline the child.

"Son, you're different from before." Shen Yulan came over and touched Lu Chen's cheek.

"You've lost weight and you're able to work again. Your father couldn't believe it when he received your call. We were both very worried about you in Guangdong Province at the time." As she spoke, Shen Yulan's eyes began to redden.

"We know that your parents did a bad job by leaving you alone in Beiping, but your parents really couldn't bear to take you on this hiding trip."

Lu Jianguo handed over a tissue. "Alright, why are you saying all this? Let's eat first."

Shen Yulan wiped away her tears and looked at Lu Chen. "Son, your father has always wanted to find an opportunity to make a comeback. He said he is still young and wants to pave the way for you again."

Even Lu Chen, who had no feelings for the original owner's parents, was moved by the heavy paternal and maternal love in his heart.

"Your dad didn't sleep a wink the night he came home."

"What's wrong?"

"She said her son had grown up, and she secretly wiped away tears, not wanting me to see."

Lu Jianguo sat opposite Lu Chen, with his hands on his knees, in the exact same posture as Liu Xiaoli had just done.

Lu Chen suddenly wondered if all elders subconsciously adopt this posture when facing younger generations.

After Shen Yulan sat down, Lu Chen said, "Mom and Dad, I'm here today to ask for your help."

"What's the matter?"

"I've registered two internet companies, and they need someone to manage them. Right now, I really don't have anyone I can trust."

Lu Jianguo was taken aback for a moment, and then thought about refusing. He had been a building materials merchant for half his life, what did he know about the Internet?

"Mom and Dad, don't rush to refuse, let me finish."

"Dad, you take charge of the blog; Mom, you take charge of the video website."

Shen Yulan placed a piece of pork rib into Lu Chen's bowl, "Take your time and talk slowly."

Lu Chen took a bite. "Dad, you've been in the building materials business for twenty years, managed hundreds of people, and you understand computers and systems. No one is more suitable than you."

He turned to Shen Yulan. "Mom, you've been a publishing house editor for fifteen years. Managing a small video website is a piece of cake for you."

Lu Chen took another spoonful of tomato and egg soup. "And you don't need to worry about the technology. Find professionals to do that. You just need to control the direction and manage the people."

"That blog," Lu Jianguo said, "tell me about it."

"it is good."

When Lu Chen left his parents' house, it was already completely dark. The villa area was quiet at night, with a few streetlights in the distance casting a dim, yellowish glow.

The Mercedes-Benz E320 was parked at the intersection not far away.

Lu Chen opened the car door, got in, leaned back in the seat, and closed his eyes to rest for a while.

The carriage was quiet, with only the buzzing sound of the air conditioning vents.

The original owner grew up in this villa area and remembered every road clearly.

My father made money in the building materials business and bought a house here, where he lived for more than ten years.

They went bankrupt and are now back.

Now that my parents have come out of retirement to manage the internet channels, everything is back on track.