Two million, earned by a three-year-old child. What does that even mean?
He, at twenty-eight years old, with four years of work experience after graduating from university, hadn't earned more than a hundred thousand in total.
Yet Tongtong, only three years old, had personal assets reaching two million.
How could Liu Yifeng not be excited? More than that, he was incredibly curious about how Tongtong had earned so much.
"Tongtong, how did you earn this money? Can you tell Dad?" He still clutched Tongtong's savings book tightly, afraid of losing it.
Tongtong then opened his tablet and began operating it with practiced ease.
Watching Tongtong's skilled movements on the computer, Liu Yifeng felt utterly inadequate.
He had thought Tongtong only knew how to use the computer to watch cartoons.
He never expected the child to have his own shop on Taobao. He clicked into his backend, where there were many messages, most of them from customers placing orders and urging him to ship.
Tongtong was adeptly replying to messages, typing at a remarkable speed.
Such a young child, knowing so many characters and typing with Pinyin – many adults couldn't even do that.
What else about this child did he not know? Liu Yifeng looked at his son's profile, yearning to plant a kiss on him.
This was just too awesome!
But what surprised him even more was yet to come. After briefly replying to a few messages about large orders,
Tongtong clicked on his personal homepage to show his dad.
Liu Yifeng then realized that Tongtong was selling his calligraphy and paintings online, with prices ranging from several hundred to over a thousand yuan, some even exceeding ten thousand.
He browsed the works, which looked like masterpieces, and asked in disbelief, "Tongtong, did you draw all of these yourself?"
Though he didn't understand calligraphy and painting, the characters and the art looked like they were created by a master, pleasing to the eye.
Furthermore, at the corner of each piece was Tongtong's signature, impossible for others to imitate.
Tongtong nodded, "Yes, I drew all of these myself. But there are too many people ordering, I get busy sometimes."
He sounded a little distressed as he said this.
At this point, Liu Yifeng was utterly speechless.
What kind of great philanthropist was he in his past life to have such an incredible son?
If the buyers of these artworks knew that the person creating them was a mere three-year-old boy, they would surely be incredulous.
"Dad, I told you I could support you. Take this money. Tongtong can earn even more in the future," Tongtong declared generously.
However, no matter how lacking in success Liu Yifeng felt, he never intended to let his son support him. He said, "Tongtong, this money is all earned by your hard work, stroke by stroke. How can Dad use your money? You keep this savings book safe, and absolutely don't lose it, understand?"
"But aren't I your son? It's only natural for a son to be filial to his father. Tongtong doesn't spend much money, but with this money, Dad can start a business, and then we can earn even more, can't we?"
Tongtong's words touched Liu Yifeng deeply, but he had never run a business before. If he lost this money, how could he face Tongtong?
Sensing his dad's concerns, Tongtong immediately puffed out his chest, adopting a mature demeanor, "Dad, I know what business can make money with little investment. Even if we lose some, we won't feel too bad."
If he hadn't witnessed Tongtong's online shop's success firsthand, Liu Yifeng wouldn't have believed him. But now, seeing how prosperous the shop was, he believed Tongtong possessed an undeniable talent for business.
While other children were still spending their parents' money, his son, at such a tender age, had already earned two million.
He eagerly asked, "Tongtong, then quickly tell Dad, what business can make money?"
"We can grow fruits and vegetables. It's hot now, and many people like to buy fruits. Vegetables are also necessities for life.
As long as there's land, Tongtong can make them grow quickly, and then we can sell them for money."
Liu Yifeng's jaw dropped in surprise, "You know how to grow vegetables and fruits too?"
"Yes, it's all very simple. As long as the soil is good, even without fertilizer or pesticides, we can grow very beautiful fruits and vegetables," Tongtong nodded seriously.
This utterly thrilled Liu Yifeng. What a genius son he had! It was as if there was nothing his son couldn't do.
A three-year-old boy who knew farming – who would believe it if they heard it?
Even he himself wouldn't have believed it if he hadn't personally seen Tongtong earn so much money through his online shop.
But having witnessed Tongtong's capabilities, he would believe whatever his son said.
"Son, are you really sure growing fruits and vegetables can make money?" He was already eager to try.
Tongtong nodded obediently, "Yes!"
Receiving his son's firm assurance, Liu Yifeng immediately said, "Then consider this money as your investment in me. You provide the money and the skills, and Dad will do the work. How about we split the profits fifty-fifty?"
Although filial piety was natural, making such a young child support him made him feel somewhat inadequate.
But since his son had given him such a guarantee, he was confident he would also earn a lot of money in the future.
The thought of future wealth and owning a Mercedes-Benz made him feel delightful.
He found himself liking this "borrowed" son more and more.
"Okay, I'll listen to Dad," Tongtong agreed. Although he could make money, he didn't place much importance on it.
He had thought of selling calligraphy and paintings because he was too bored at home.
"Tongtong, let's keep the plans for growing vegetables and fruits secret from Grandpa for now. When everything is ready, we'll surprise him, okay?" Liu Yifeng didn't tell his father about Tongtong earning two million not because he feared his father would ask for money.
It was because he feared his father might accidentally let it slip in his excitement. He believed it wasn't always good for a child to stand out too much.
He felt that a child's childhood should be carefree.
But once famous, Tongtong's life would become a focus, his every move scrutinized, which would mean a complete lack of freedom.
"I'll listen to Dad. But can you do me a favor?" Tongtong asked.
"Anything, Dad will help you with it."
"There are still many orders here. Can you take me to buy art supplies and calligraphy brushes?"
"Of course. After lunch, Dad will borrow a car and take you to the county town to play. We can also buy some seeds."
During lunch, Liu Yifeng mentioned his plan to go to the county town to his father.
"Why are you suddenly thinking of going to the county town?" Liu Chunsheng asked.
"Tongtong usually practices drawing, and we can't let him neglect it just because we're in the countryside. So I plan to take him to buy art supplies, and perhaps some toys for the child," Liu Yifeng omitted any mention of buying seeds.
Liu Chunsheng didn't object, "Nurturing a child's interest is a good thing. We only have this one precious grandson, so we shouldn't mistreat him.
"But the bus to the county town only runs in the morning. How will you get there?"
"I plan to borrow Uncle Third's minivan," Liu Yifeng said, picking at his rice.
Liu Chunsheng immediately frowned, "Your Uncle Third is a stingy person. He won't easily lend you his new minivan.
I think it would be better to take the bus tomorrow morning. Drawing isn't that urgent."
"The bus isn't convenient. It's alright, I'll fill up his gas tank, and he should lend it to me," Liu Yifeng knew very well that his Uncle Third was stingy, but to go to the county town, he had to muster the courage to ask.