The "family" here refers to Yu Xian. After all, Chen Zhu told his parents that she might also be a family member in the future.

After class in the morning, Chen Zhu took a bus home from school.

As expected, Chen Peisong and Mao Xiaoqin had already prepared the meal, and there was a cake in the middle of the dining table.

"Wash your hands and serve!"

When Chen Peisong saw his son coming back, he urged him to wash his hands and ran to put candles on the cake.

The time at noon is tight, but there is no need to be so urgent at night.

When Chen Zhu came out after washing his hands, he saw his parents lighting candles with lighters. They were careful not to let wax drip into the cake.

"How come 18 were inserted?"

Chen Zhu took one look and said with a mixture of laughter and laughter.

The cake was not big to begin with, but with so many candles it looked densely packed, a bit like a palm-sized hillside covered with bamboos.

"How old are you to put in so many candles? What's wrong?"

Mother Mao Xiaoqin asked from the side.

"Then when I turn 19 next year, will you insert 19 dicks too?"

Chen Zhu sat down in front of the cake, his face illuminated by the flickering candlelight.

"I won't celebrate small birthdays for you from now on! I will only celebrate big birthdays for you on the tenth day. Then there will be two candles when you are twenty, and three candles when you are thirty."

As Mao Xiaoqin spoke, she took out her mobile phone to take pictures, preparing to take pictures of her son blowing out candles.

Chen Zhu closed his eyes. This action of "closing your eyes and making a wish before blowing out the candles" was purely subconscious. It was as natural as asking for water when you are thirsty. You don't know when you developed this habit.

Chen Peisong and Mao Xiaoqin looked at each other and smiled. Their son's cute behavior reminded them of his childhood.

"3,2,1..."

After Chen Zhu made his wish, he opened his eyes and counted down three times, blowing out the candle vigorously.

The 18 candles made my cheeks feel a little sore. After I finally put them out, there was a little bit of green smoke floating in the living room.

Chen Peisong pulled out the candles and was about to share the cake. Mao Xiaoqin jokingly said to his son: "Look at how serious you were when you made your wish. What on earth were you mumbling about?"

Mao Xiaoqin believes that normal wishes are "academic progress, everything goes well, all your wishes come true..." but if Chen Zhu is in love, he may have to add "a happy relationship."

Queen Mother Mao still wanted to find out who the girl her son was dating tonight was.

"Is it okay to say birthday wishes?"

Chen Zhu looked confused: "It seems like it won't work if you say it."

"That's not necessarily the case."

Mao Xiaoqin said cheerfully: "Some wishes may only come true with the help of parents."

What Mao Xiaoqin implies is that only a relationship with the blessing of parents can lead to positive results. She is indeed a doctor in the staff, speaking tactfully and implicitly.

"Then I'll say it."

So, the innocent Chen Zhu really told his mother his birthday wish: "What I just silently said was that I hope my parents can lend me 20,000 yuan..."

Mao Xiaoqin's originally smiling face suddenly froze.

"Hahaha~"

Chen Peisong couldn't help laughing, he really deserved it! How could his son make so much money by trading stocks silently, and still treat him like a child?

"Mom~"

Chen Zhu still asked Queen Mother Mao innocently: "Can this wish come true? You just said you could help me, so I said it."

The corners of Mao Xiaoqin's mouth moved, as if she had fallen into a pit.

But 20,000 yuan is not a small amount, and whether it is given to her or not, she must understand why.

"What do you want the money for?"

Mao Xiaoqin asked slightly seriously.

"I want to register a company, and I need money for some bits and pieces."

Chen was eating a cake that was so sweet that it was cloying, and answered the question about the purpose of 20,000 yuan.

You become an adult after your birthday. At that time, you need to spend money to register a company, treat employees to meals, make business cards, and write contracts.

Under the current situation of not moving stocks, we have finally reached the point of "gnawing at the old age".

However, in Mao Xiaoqin's opinion, his son's step was a bit too big.

As a college student, it is understandable that you can make money by trading stocks. Anyway, you just need to operate it on a computer, and the program is not that complicated.

But is the company so easy to run? Not to mention industrial and commercial taxes, personal relationships, employee relations, profits and losses... these all fall on the boss.

You are only 18 years old, do you know how to deal with these things?

Chen Zhu knew that Lao Chen and Queen Mother Mao had worked within the system for a long time and were not the kind of parents who could just fool them and get away with it.

But there is also an advantage, that is, it will be more reasonable.

Just like when they wanted to use the college entrance banquet to speculate in stocks, as long as they agreed to open an account as Mao Xiaoqin and were under supervision at all times, they finally agreed to their request.

Therefore, Chen Zhu told them the concept and original intention of "Anju.com" and "Tutoring.com" and said:

"Today's Internet entrepreneurship is different from the previous business model, where you have to get drunk every day to promote products."

"The core of a technology company is technology and creativity. CUHK has both. It also has a group of like-minded students who all want to make something."

"It doesn't matter even if you fail, it's an experience worth remembering."

"Dad, Mom, I don't want to leave school with only a few certificates after graduation. College time is too rich, and I can operate many things on multiple lines at the same time."

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Due to financial constraints, Chen Zhu's words can be said to be full of emotion, and the image of an ambitious young man who is not willing to waste time and has the courage to fight in the new era emerges vividly on the page.

Finally, he said: "This 20,000 yuan is considered a loan by me, and I can pay it back to you when I sell the stock."

Mao Xiaoqin said nothing and looked at her husband.

She does manage the money at home, but when it comes to such major events, it is Chen Peisong who actually makes the final decision.

"Eat first, don't let the food get cold."

Lao Chen took his time and served soup to his wife and son first. It was Codonopsis, Astragalus and Chicken Soup that he had stewed in a pressure cooker before going to the office in the morning.

It's autumn recently. Drinking more of this soup can make your body and throat less dry.

Seeing Chen Zhu drinking sip after sip, Chen Peisong said, "Just like your mother said before, we are just your son, so why should a family of three talk about whether to borrow or not?"

"Besides, you don't use this money for fun."

Chen Peisong thought for a while, gave his opinion without any hesitation, and said with certainty and appreciation:

"I really think the two websites you just mentioned can be convenient for the public. If this is the case, why not support them if conditions permit?"

"Dr. Mao, what do you think?"

Chen Peisong set the tone, but the transfer still required Mao Xiaoqin's operation, so he humorously changed the topic.

"You, father and son, have already discussed it. Now you are asking me for my opinion. Is it useful for someone with a foreign surname to speak?"

Mao Xiaoqin pretended to be angry.

In fact, she also understood that even if she didn't give it, her son could get the money by selling some stocks, but if he encountered similar problems in the future, he might not be willing to discuss it with his parents.

This is something Mao Xiaoqin doesn't want to see, so she might as well agree to it.

So, Chen finished his birthday lunch with the feeling of "getting what he wanted". He still had class at two o'clock in the afternoon, so he hurried downstairs to catch the bus again.

When only the husband and wife were left at home, it suddenly felt a lot deserted.

Mao Xiaoqin sat at the dining table, watching Chen Zhu eat the remaining cake, put down his chopsticks and sighed: "I don't know if starting a business will encounter great difficulties. I always feel uneasy."

Chen Peisong was actually a little worried, but he had to comfort his wife: "It doesn't matter if you fail. It is still a valuable experience, and my son is quite mature now. I think he is more likely to succeed."

"Where do you see maturity?"

Mao Xiaoqin snorted and said, "I can't wash my clothes clean at school. I have to wash them again every time I go home."

"I'm not talking about life."

Chen Peisong put his arm around his wife's shoulders and said with emotion: "When Chen Chen made a wish just now, I was very close. When I heard him say that he wished us good health, he didn't mention the 20,000 yuan at all."

"Oh~"

Mao Xiaoqin was suddenly touched. It turned out that in her son's heart, his parents still ranked first.

But on the surface, she still rolled her eyes at her husband: "It's up to me to dig a hole and jump in."

Chen Peisong patted his belly and smiled without saying anything.

Mao Xiaoqin leaned her head on her husband's body, and the clock was ticking. The originally deserted living room slowly became warm again.

After a while, it was almost time for the couple to go to work, and Chen Peisong reminded his wife to send the money early.

"I know~"

Mao Xiaoqin said angrily: "Although I understand everything, to be honest, I still hope that Chen Zhu will not start a business."

"I would rather he take 20,000 yuan and go on a date with Xiao Song or Xiao Yu tonight!"

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(Sorry, the meeting lasted until 12 o'clock this morning, so I coded at noon.)
Chapter completed!