Reaching the age of thirty, my income randomly doubled-Chapter 868 - 657 Dong Shi Frowns

Er Piya, who failed at learning to dance, simply decided to put her little brain to use.

In the past, there was Dong Shi imitating others, and now there’s the Second Princess shaking her legs trying to mimic her elder sister.

On August 5th, she held her own fan meeting in Magic City.

This time, unlike before, attendees not only received full reimbursement for expenses but also got bonuses worth thousands.

Of course, as the Second Princess of the family, she wouldn’t settle for such a small-scale event.

Just when outsiders thought she’d go crazy splashing money again, Er Piya surprised everyone with her "low-key" approach.

On the evening of August 5th at a famous sports arena in Magic City.

She rented out the entire venue.

Only her fans could enter for free to watch the concert, while outsiders were given an immediate 500-dollar cash bonus.

The requirement was simple — once inside, scream at the top of your lungs.

"Oh~ Second Princess, you’re amazing!"

"Wow~ Second Princess, you rock!"

The louder the screams, the bigger the bonus when the event wrapped up.

So I can’t perform well, but I can’t pay my way to applause?

Er Piya dressed particularly stylishly, mimicking Jackson with an elaborate and dazzling entrance.

Then, she just stood there on her short legs, completely motionless. You thought she wasn’t clever?

I might not be good at dancing, but can’t I just hire the world’s best dance troupe to perform?

The opening featured Jackson’s former exclusive dance troupe.

There she stood, wild-leg shaking uncontrollably, wanting to dance but utterly failing to do so.

The backup dancers next to her, though, were phenomenal one after another.

This only made her actions more laughable — had she not paid 500 bucks for us to come scream, freewebnσvel.cøm

everyone would’ve been up in arms cursing her by now.

The allure of money is boundless; no matter how Er Piya shook, the screams inside soared endlessly.

One wave louder than the last.

There’s no choice… It’s not that I want to scream like this but honestly, she paid too much.

Zhang Qi brought his massive company’s team, rewarding whoever screamed the loudest with a whopping 10,000-dollar bonus.

Money doesn’t matter to the Second Princess.

But to the random pedestrians outside? Screaming their lungs out meant earning a month’s salary.

Oh my goodness… We’d have to scream till her family went bankrupt.

The most awkward ones were Chen Pingsheng and his wife Song Yanxi. Before Er Piya threw this concert,

she’d told them with unwavering confidence to come watch.

And the result? This?

Does she not realize the stage is at its best and most coordinated when she’s not on it?

The first song ended, and the second one caused even more commotion.

It was the iconic fan dance from Li Zhenxian that swept across Asia.

"Dear, shall we head back first…?"

Song Yanxi couldn’t bear it anymore, "Er Piya has never done anything serious!"

"How does she even dare? Inviting so many top-tier celebrity dance troupes to perform, and yet she herself spent the entire show goofing off."

"I even heard from the housekeeper at home that she took dancing lessons for a few days. Just didn’t manage to learn."

"And she calls that learning? It’s clearly just messing around."

Er Piya was undeniably doing things haphazardly, but you couldn’t deny she spent a ridiculous amount of money on it.

The others still watched with great fascination.

If only she could somehow be made invisible, that would be ideal. It always felt like that little girl onstage was a bit extra.

Even Chen Pingsheng, who couldn’t bear to keep watching, still didn’t leave. After all, she was his daughter — no matter what, he had to see it through.

By the time the concert ended, Er Piya showed absolutely no shame.

Instead, she waddled over with her little chubby face asking them how she performed.

Chen Pingsheng replied: "Very good, except for you."

Er Piya gleefully interpreted it in her own way, "Well, that’s not bad. This was only my preliminary concert. I’ll host the official concert once I graduate from elementary school."

"Oh, stop bluffing. Three days of dance lessons, one day of piano lessons, and even the teachers said you were uniquely intelligent — to the point where they couldn’t teach you anything."

"Aye… I can’t help it. I just need the right teacher who suits me."

One thing about Er Piya was clear — nothing was ever her fault. Every issue had someone else to blame.

"I thought you might pull off something halfway decent, even had you ask Mom for over 80 million more. And the result? This?"

"What’s wrong with it? I’m very satisfied."

"You sure are satisfied, happily danced yourself silly and kept the crowd hooting frantically."

Chen Pingsheng was so put off he wouldn’t even return home with her. Er Piya chuckled happily; her own joy was paramount.

Today she felt great, with thousands of people below shouting out her glory.

What could possibly beat this sense of euphoria?

The playful Er Piya didn’t even plan on heading home tonight. Instead, she roped her company staff into celebrating.

In the most exciting way possible, they heatedly celebrated the grand finale of the Second Princess’s First Jubilee Concert.

In Magic City, as long as you have money, you live a whole different kind of life.

This was something Zhang Qi’s employees knew all too well.

Don’t let the Second Princess’s chaotic antics fool you. Whenever she went out, she was flanked by at least seven or eight bodyguards.

If anyone dared to lay hands on her, those bodyguards would immediately deliver a flying kick that sent you sprawling far away.

She herself didn’t like being touched chaotically by strangers.

The most luxurious hotels in Magic City could cost you close to 150,000 per night, while the cheapest economy options started at 200–300.

Er Piya had incredibly high standards for lodging; she demanded precise temperature settings as soon as she entered the room.

The air couldn’t have even the slightest smell. Moreover, her pillowcases and sheets had to be replaced every three days at most.

Once used once, she wouldn’t touch them again.

In addition, her preferences for various bathroom fixtures and toiletries were equally picky.

If it wasn’t her own home, she hardly liked staying at hotels.

That evening, she treated all of Zhang Qi’s employees to a meal at Wangjiang Pavilion — not a bad choice.

This place was famous for attracting faux socialites trying to boost their clout. Even the lowest consumption rate per person started at 3,000.

A casual meal here easily reached 10,000. If more people joined up, it would start at 20–30,000 minimum.

Er Piya had loved fine dining since childhood. She especially enjoyed eating.

However, since her family employed top-tier chefs, she rarely had to dine out.

When it came to ingredients or culinary skills, hardly anything could match her home setup.

If she wanted seafood, it would always be the freshest flown in, prepared by the finest master chefs, and served at her table.

To outsiders, these extravagances seemed far-fetched, but to her, they were routine.

That’s simply how she lived every day; naturally, she didn’t think it was anything remarkable.

But her employees sure hit the jackpot. Whenever they tagged along with her, cheap spending was never an option.

After finishing her meal, Er Piya nonchalantly waved Zhang Qi off to settle the bill, charging everything to the company account.

That night, when she returned home, she was escorted by a Royal One vehicle, flanked by three Rolls-Royces before and after as security.

This concert was quite the success, wasn’t it?

Honestly, not being able to sing or dance doesn’t matter — spending some money can still make fans scream endlessly.

Er Piya felt smugly proud of herself, eager for some parental praise when she got home.

Only to find Dad asleep and Mom uninterested in seeing her.

Ah… It’s all because of my own brilliance, isn’t it? I’m so outstanding they’re left speechless.

Better rush back to her cozy 200-square-meter little room for some shut-eye.

Her sleeping quarters couldn’t be ordinary — facing right out into a spectacular aerial garden view under the stars.

After sleeping soundly till dawn, she freshened up and ordered her favorite breakfast via tablet.

Today she was feeling like eating light, opting for a bowl of crab roe congee along with a basket of authentic soup dumplings.

Then she climbed out to check whether her elder sister was up yet.