Becoming a Billionaire after Divorce-Chapter 622 - 219: Sun Dasheng: The Unspoken Story Between Me and the Trainees (Part 2)

Chapter 622: Chapter 219: Sun Dasheng: The Unspoken Story Between Me and the Trainees (Part 2)

As he ate, he offered some advice: "The most important thing now is, what do you plan to do?"

Lee Ji-eun didn’t understand the meaning of his words.

Sun Dasheng explained: "Whether you want to continue your relationship with your mother, or cut it off completely, that’s up to you. Outsiders can’t give you advice on that."

Hearing this, Lee Ji-eun hesitated.

After all, it’s her biological mother, could she be as heartless as the other party?

Sun Dasheng gave Kim Mi-hee a glance; after all, in this matter, persuasion is more effective coming from a good friend.

Kim Mi-hee was smart and immediately understood Sun Dasheng’s meaning, then began to persuade her: "Ji-eun, oppa’s words may not be pleasant, but they make sense."

"If you don’t decisively sever ties with such a leech of a mother, you’re only setting yourself up for future misery."

There was a flicker of understanding on Lee Ji-eun’s face.

Kim Mi-hee seized the opportunity and said: "Most importantly, you’ve given her many chances, but she shows no intention of changing, right? It’s not that you’re being heartless as a daughter, but that she as a mother never even considered you. Without oppa, even if you debuted, she’d constantly drain you into her bottomless pit."

These words thoroughly moved Lee Ji-eun.

Yes, without meeting oppa, how dark would her future days be, utterly hopeless.

"I’ll listen to you." Lee Ji-eun said.

"But right now, she owes gambling debts and is being blocked at her home. What if..."

Sun Dasheng understood what Lee Ji-eun meant and asked how much was owed, then transferred the amount to her.

Receiving the confirmation, she immediately transferred the money to her mother, then made a call: "Mom, this money is my last act of filial piety as a daughter. After this, I owe you nothing, and you should no longer come looking for me."

After speaking, she removed the phone card, snapped it in half, and threw it into the trash can.

Sun Dasheng could visibly see a look of relief on her face.

"Thank you both, Meiji, and oppa."

"Now I feel incredibly relaxed and free."

At this moment, the confident glow in her eyes added an extra charm to her aura.

Kim Mi-hee couldn’t help but remark: "Ji-eun, I find you even more beautiful now."

"Don’t you think so, Dasheng oppa?" Kim Mi-hee turned to Sun Dasheng.

Sun Dasheng answered her with action.

He stood up and scooped up Lee Ji-eun, walking toward the bedroom, and at the doorway, turned and gave a sly smile to the stunned Kim Mi-hee: "What are you standing there for, come and join us."

"Ah ha, Dasheng oppa is full of life again? Truly worthy of being a macho man from China."

...

After exercising.

The three snuggled on the living room sofa watching TV.

I must say, while the Korean dramas aren’t much, their variety shows are pretty entertaining.

Sun Dasheng sat in the middle, with the two ladies leaning on his shoulders.

"Oppa, try these chips, you can only find them in our country, nowhere else."

Kim Mi-hee opened a bag of chips and fed him.

"Oh, what flavor is it?" Sun Dasheng asked, chewing slowly. The taste was strange, something he’d never had before.

"Kimchi flavor, how is it? Bet you’ve never tried it?" Kim Mi-hee chuckled.

What else could Sun Dasheng say?

He could only say that indeed, in Kimchi Country, everything can be made into kimchi.

Not long after, the variety show ended, and Lee Ji-eun was switching channels.

"Ji-eun, stop!" Sun Dasheng called out.

Lee Ji-eun looked at him in confusion: "Oppa is even interested in our Kimchi Country’s news?"

She herself never watched any news, at most entertainment news.

The news was about the market crash in Kimchi Country, where many investors were losing their savings.

Sun Dasheng watched for a while then asked them: "Do you invest in stocks?"

Both shook their heads indicating they didn’t.

"So, are there a lot of people in your country who do?"

This question piqued Kim Mi-hee’s interest. She tilted her head thinking for a while, surprised: "If oppa didn’t mention it, I wouldn’t have realized that many people around me are indeed investing in stocks."

"Really?" Lee Ji-eun didn’t seem very sharp.

Kim Mi-hee giggled, "Ji-eun, among the trainees, you’re the most diligent. You put all your energy into practice, so naturally, you don’t have the time to observe the people around you."

"I happen to like making friends, and I’ve noticed that many of our trainee sisters are secretly into stock trading."

"Isn’t stock trading like gambling? Aren’t they afraid of losing?" Lee Ji-eun, because of family reasons, kept a respectful distance from anything resembling gambling.

Kim Mi-hee sighed, "Afraid? Of course they’re afraid. But they’re even more afraid of poverty, and even more afraid of staying poor forever, seeing no hope."

"So they’ve pinned their hopes of turning their lives around on the stock market?" Lee Ji-eun quickly reacted.

"Yes!" Kim Mi-hee nodded.

Among these trainees, can even one out of a hundred make it? How about one out of a thousand?

Actually, the odds are not much different from gambling.

Except nobody wants to admit it.

Sun Dasheng watched thoughtfully from the side.

Such is the situation in Korea.

Young people have completely lost their upward mobility, leaving the entire country obsessed with stock trading, fantasizing about breaking through the ceiling and entering the upper echelons of society through this means.

In their own movies, they say: The best path for young people in South Korea is prison.

The main problem is that the chaebols are excessively out of touch.

They monopolize the social resources too much.

Even a small fried chicken shop has to be brought under the control of the chaebols.

There’s a saying: In Korea, life, birth, aging, and death are inseparable from Korean celebrities.

Small businesses have left the masses with no way out, so what else is left for young Koreans?

Besides graduating from prestigious universities to serve the chaebols, all that’s left is to gamble, or otherwise, to lie flat and wait to die.

"This stock market crash was all caused by America lowering interest rates, siphoning off the blood of small countries to replenish themselves. Your Korea has really taken the hit this time."

Sun Dasheng’s words sounded harsh in Kim Mi-hee and Lee Ji-eun’s ears.

But it was the truth.

They could not refute it.

A small country, few people, and also a semi-colony with mold inhabiting it, what can they do?

This unpleasant topic was briefly touched upon.

Then they moved on to talk about future careers.

"What are your plans for the future, what do you want to do? Do you want to continue as trainees and debut as idols, or is there something else you want to pursue?"

"Ah?" "Ah?"

Two surprised voices rang out simultaneously.

Then two pairs of astonished eyes looked at him.

Sun Dasheng held both of their slender waists, "What’s wrong? Is there a problem with my question?"

The two women glanced at each other, then Kim Mi-hee spoke first: "Oppa, are you letting us choose for ourselves?"

"Yes, otherwise?" Sun Dasheng asked, surprised.

"Wow! Oppa... you’re too good." Kim Mi-hee began to wail theatrically.

Lee Ji-eun also looked moved.

What the heck?

Sun Dasheng was a bit puzzled.

"What’s wrong with you?"

"Oppa, don’t you know how shocking your words were to us just now?" Kim Mi-hee asked.

"I don’t know, tell me." Sun Dasheng said in a relaxed tone.

"Oppa, you know the men in Korea are all very male chauvinistic. Not to mention someone as high-profile as you, even an ordinary man has the final say at home. When would it be our turn to make decisions?"

At this point, Sun Dasheng naturally understood.

He genuinely hadn’t expected that Korea, which had already become a developed country, would still have so many feudal remnants like Little Day.

Perhaps it’s because during liberation, there wasn’t a great leader like the Chairman emerging in the country.

Without smashing the old world, naturally there’s a lot of remnants from the old era even after the new world arrives.

"So that’s the reason. Rest assured, we Chinese men are a hundred times stronger than Korean men, we don’t have so many rules."

"Your future career planning can be decided by yourselves, I support you. Just one thing, you have to behave, if you mess around outside, I think you won’t want to know the consequences."

"Rest assured, oppa, we won’t mess around outside. We can’t afford to offend someone like you."

"Oppa, I think you’re overthinking it. With a wonderful man like you, how could we be interested in other men?"

"Exactly, oppa, you’re handsome, charming, generous, talented, and manly—we can’t find anyone like you back home even if we searched with a lantern."

Ah... if you can talk, talk more.

I love hearing this.