Failure Means Going Home to Inherit the Family Business

Failure Means Going Home to Inherit the Family Business

Jiang Hao looked helpless. "There's nothing I can do. I'm bankrupt now, penniless and homeless. I'll probably have to sleep by the roadside tonight. Beautiful, could you lend me some money so I can stay at a hotel?"

She was reluctant to part with several thousand dollars. After all, her monthly salary was only a little over six thousand.

Zhen Xiaoqiu hesitated before saying, "How about you make do at my place for one night?"

"Sure."

Jiang Hao agreed without hesitation.

Seeing how quickly he agreed, Zhen Xiaoqiu suddenly regretted it. Was she inviting a wolf into her home?

"Let me make this clear: don't get any ideas. I'm only taking pity on you, and it's also for the new show. If the show doesn't work out, hmph, I'll kick you out immediately. Got it?" Zhen Xiaoqiu said angrily.

"Also, my place isn't big. There's only one bedroom, so you can only sleep on the sofa," Zhen Xiaoqiu said.

"OK, no problem."

The two arrived at Zhen Xiaoqiu's home, a fairly new apartment building. The room was around three or four hundred square feet and decently furnished. Homes in Hong Kong were generally cramped; three or four hundred square feet was enough for an entire family. For one person to live there alone, this little girl's circumstances seemed pretty good.

Jiang Hao looked around. "This place is pretty nice."

Zhen Xiaoqiu pointed at the sofa. "You sleep there. I'm warning you, don't have any improper thoughts. If you dare sneak into my room tonight—"

As she spoke, she grabbed a baseball bat from nearby and swung it twice, saying viciously, "I'm very fierce."

Very fierce? Like a dragon's roar?

"Don't worry, beautiful. I'm not interested in girls with glasses," Jiang Hao said.

"Hmph!"

Zhen Xiaoqiu snorted angrily, turned around, and returned to her room. The door slammed shut, followed by the click of the lock.

Jiang Hao shook his head with a smile.

This female reporter seemed quite adorable and innocent. She had actually brought him home. Lying on the sofa, Jiang Hao began thinking about his situation.

Stephen Chow's current predicament could be described as extremely difficult. His business had gone bankrupt, and his reputation was ruined. It was basically impossible for him to make a comeback. Other than third-rate cooking skills, he knew nothing else.

Now that Jiang Hao had taken his place, even with insights twenty years ahead of this era, it would still be very difficult to rise quickly.

When that silly female reporter had been chasing after him, he had suddenly thought of an idea.

Make a show!

In his era, all sorts of shows were everywhere. He could use the God of Cookery name to draw attention. Having a bad reputation was not necessarily a disadvantage. In modern society, there were endless people making fools of themselves for attention, and they still found a market. The most important thing was to have something people would talk about.

The next morning, the girl with glasses quietly opened her bedroom door and peered outside, only to find that no one was on the sofa.

"Huh? Where is he? Did he leave?"

Zhen Xiaoqiu scratched her slightly messy hair, then walked to the bathroom in slippers and pajamas. After taking a shower and changing clothes, she heard the doorbell ring.

When she opened the door, it was Jiang Hao.

"Hey, where did you go?" Zhen Xiaoqiu asked.

Jiang Hao lifted the bag in his hand. "I went out to buy breakfast. Rice porridge, barbecued pork buns, and siu mai."

The two ate breakfast at the dining table in the living room. Zhen Xiaoqiu could not help glancing at Jiang Hao. Looking at him now, he did not seem quite so annoying.

After breakfast, Zhen Xiaoqiu picked up her bag and prepared to leave. Just as she stepped halfway out the door, she suddenly stopped and said to Jiang Hao:

"Hey, wait here. I'm going to the television station to ask my superior for an opinion. But I'm warning you, don't touch anything, understand? And don't go into my room, much less touch my underwear."

"I'm not a pervert." Jiang Hao shrugged.

"Hmph, who knows? If the show gets approved, you're lucky. If not, then tonight you can look forward to sleeping on the streets." Zhen Xiaoqiu slammed the door and left.

Zhen Xiaoqiu arrived at ATV but did not look for her own supervisor. She was a reporter in the news department, so talking to her supervisor would be useless. Gourmet Roast was a variety show, so she went straight to the vice director's office and knocked on the door.

Knock, knock, knock!

"Come in," a deep male voice said.

Zhen Xiaoqiu pushed open the door. A slightly plump man in his forties sat in the main seat, wearing glasses and reading documents with his head lowered.

"Vice Director Liu, I have something I'd like to report to you," Zhen Xiaoqiu said as she stood before his desk.

Vice Director Liu looked up at Zhen Xiaoqiu, then lowered his head again. "What is it?"

"I've come up with a variety show, a food-themed variety show. It will definitely become a hit, and I hope we can make it," Zhen Xiaoqiu said excitedly.

Without even looking up, Vice Director Liu said, "We already have food variety shows at this station. They all air in the worst time slots as filler programs. What makes you so confident your show will become popular?"

Zhen Xiaoqiu stepped closer and said, "You don't know who I found—the God of Cookery, Stephen Chow. I want to make a food roast variety show and have Stephen Chow host it. The former God of Cookery can viciously roast people and trade barbs with head chefs from major restaurants. It would definitely be entertaining. The dishes could be filmed beautifully, making them visually appealing. Stephen Chow has just gone bankrupt and been dragged down from his pedestal, so there's plenty to talk about."

"It has visual appeal, entertainment value, and buzz. This show will definitely become a hit."

Vice Director Liu finally looked up at Zhen Xiaoqiu. "Stephen Chow? The God of Cookery whose restaurant was shut down for using inferior beef? His reputation is awful right now."

"Buzz. As long as there's buzz, it can attract viewers. That's one of the key factors for a show to become popular," Zhen Xiaoqiu said with an excited expression.

Vice Director Liu glanced at her and immediately threw cold water on her enthusiasm. "A food roast show may not become popular. Besides, if we roast all those major restaurants, won't they hate our television station? Better not make a show like that."

"Enough. Go out and focus on your work." Vice Director Liu waved his hand.

Zhen Xiaoqiu glared at Vice Director Liu angrily, puffing out her cheeks.

"Uncle~~"

Vice Director Liu took off his glasses and rubbed his forehead. Whenever Xiaoqiu called him Uncle, he became completely helpless.

"Xiaoqiu, it's not that I don't want to help you. Your mother has mentioned it several times already, telling you to help out at the family company, but you insist on hanging around the television station. What's wrong with taking over the family business? You're your family's only daughter. Those businesses will all be yours sooner or later, so you need to get involved early," Vice Director Liu said earnestly.

"I don't like the construction industry. Spending all day at construction sites covered in dust? I studied media. I like this field," Zhen Xiaoqiu said with a pout.

"Uncle, I guarantee this show will be a hit. Please believe me." Zhen Xiaoqiu walked beside Vice Director Liu, grabbed his arm, and began shaking it.

Vice Director Liu was helpless as well. "All right, all right, stop shaking. You're going to shake your uncle apart. I'll give you one chance, but there's a condition. If you fail this time, you'll obediently go work at the family company. Stop thinking about making television shows. Can you do that?"

"Uncle, how can you do this?" The girl with glasses grew angry.