Chapter 173 The 173rd Day of No More Running Away The First Day of No More Running Away...

Chapter 173 The 173rd Day of No More Running Away The First Day of No More Running Away...

The child stayed in the hospital for a week before being discharged.

On the day she was discharged from the hospital, Hebei TV broadcast her on satellite. The preliminary competition only featured child stars, and in the first round, everyone only had a catwalk segment, with all the costumes being clothes from Tongmeng Company.

Even though the process was very simple and there was no talent show involved.

But there are so few entertainment options these days that even such a simple entertainment competition achieved a 40% viewership rating on its first day of broadcast.

This is simply outrageous.

Director Wen called, extremely excited, and kept telling them that they must carefully select the candidates and choose good uniforms.

It's really not a problem for their company to recoup the 1.5 million yuan advertising expense.

The effects were evident the day after the program aired.

The contestants' outfits even made it into the newspapers, and some of the more attractive boys and girls suddenly became the focus of national attention.

After hanging up the phone, Boss Ye quickly wrote down a string of orders, extremely busy and overwhelmed.

When Wen Chan walked in, the phone in the office was ringing incessantly.

Zhao Dan was on the phone in Shenzhen, urging them to speed up production. Wen Chan brought lunchboxes for everyone and said, "Take a break, everyone. You haven't eaten anything since this morning, have you?"

Zhao Dan raised her hand and made a stop gesture: "Wait a minute, I need to go to the restroom first."

She ran out quickly and came back a while later. The office was filled with the aroma of food. Zhao Dan picked up a lunchbox, sat down, and breathed a sigh of relief: "Finally, I can relax. I haven't dared to rest since this morning."

"Quite a few orders, right?"

Wen Chan asked with a smile, "I think we need to add some more manpower?"

Zhao Dan said, "We're recruiting. Seven people will come to help tomorrow. If this preliminary round is a hit, the subsequent design competition and child star rematch will definitely be even more popular. We also plan to hire a professional director to shoot promotional advertisements and photos for the children's dream."

Holding her lunchbox, Zhao Dan didn't even bother to eat. Her face was flushed with excitement. She said with great enthusiasm, "We'll print more posters later. We'll cover the whole country with our Tongmeng posters. I don't believe that the children will be able to resist buying these clothes when they see them."

"That will cost a lot of money," Wen Chan reminded her.

Mr. Ye ate half of his lunchbox, chewing it like a cow devouring a peony. He hurriedly swallowed the food in his mouth and said, "It's okay. Look, we got orders worth hundreds of thousands this morning. If we keep going, we might even break even on our initial investment."

Wen Chan looked at the order and was also somewhat surprised.

It seems she underestimated the current purchasing power in China. She originally thought that only well-off families in first-tier cities could afford children's clothing priced above 100 yuan, but she didn't expect that the purchasing power in second- and third-tier cities was just as strong.

However, upon closer examination...

Most working-class people don't need to buy houses now. It's generally assumed that their work units provide housing, and with the one-child policy, most families only have one child. Clothes costing over 100 yuan are expensive, but as long as they don't need to buy a house, workers have enough purchasing power to buy several sets of clothes for their children.

"Wenchan, how is that little girl now?"

After receiving the order, Boss Ye asked...

Wen Chan's eyes were deep, and she sighed, "We called the police, but they said it would be difficult to find him."

"What should we do with the child?" Zhao Dan said, "How about sending him to an orphanage?"

"no!"

He blurted out the word "singing cicadas."

Zhao Dan and the others looked at her in surprise.

Wen Chan composed herself and said, "The conditions at the orphanage are too poor. This child is frail and still very young, only a few months old. He definitely won't have a good life there."

Zhao Dan said, "That's true. After all, the orphanage is poor. I donated money to them with Lao Ye before and visited once. The children there were all very thin. They said they only get to eat meat once a year, during the Spring Festival. Many of the children's clothes were tattered and they looked like little beggars."

“But if we don’t give it to the orphanage, we’ll have to find someone to adopt it,” Mr. Ye said. “If it’s a boy, it’s easy to say, but if it’s a girl, I’m afraid it will be difficult to find someone to adopt her.”

"I adopted her."

Wen Chan calmly dropped a bombshell.

Both Boss Ye and Zhao Dan were stunned. Boss Ye even choked and coughed several times. He stood up and looked at Wen Chan in disbelief: "Wen Chan, are you serious?"

"How could such a thing be said to be false?" Wen Chan said.

Zhao Dan's expression turned serious. She put down the lunchbox, pulled Wen Chan outside, and found a corner to talk to her, "Little sister, are you really going to adopt that little girl?"

"Absolutely true."

Wen Chan clenched her fists. Her mind had been in turmoil these past few days. Although she hadn't neglected her important matters, she kept thinking about why Wen Qunshu had adopted her in his past life and why he had lied to her, saying that he was her biological father.

The more she thought about it, the more confused she became, but the fact that she had been adopted was beyond question.

"Who knows where this girl's family is hiding? What if they have malicious intentions and plan to claim kinship in the future?"

Zhao Dan spoke earnestly, her face serious, "Sister, other things are negotiable, but this is a living, breathing child. If you really want to raise him, it will be a matter of more than ten years or even a lifetime. If you develop feelings for him, what will you do if the child wants to find his biological parents?"

She gripped Wen Chan's hand tightly: "Don't think I'm trying to scare you. I'm more than twenty years older than you, and my social experience is real. I've seen this kind of thing all the time, even in the countryside. They raise other people's children, and when they're old enough to work, their biological parents suddenly appear and claim them as their own. The children don't know what's good for them; they only remember how their adoptive parents treated them badly and forget that their adoptive parents raised them with great care. Then, their biological parents say a few nice words and give them some things, and the children just go with them."

Wen Chan was touched. She knew that Zhao Dan wouldn't have told her these things if he didn't consider her one of his own.

She said, "Sister, you don't need to say it. I know in my heart that I believe this child won't be born. Besides, my body is not in a position to give birth anyway."

She had bypass surgery, but it wasn't a permanent solution. Her job was fine, but childbirth was a near-death experience.

Zhao Dan was stunned for a moment before remembering that there was such a thing.

She hesitated for a moment. If that were the case, she might actually be able to adopt the child.

"What about Chen Bozheng—"

“He knows, he thinks the same way I do,” Wen Chan said. “This will be our only child from now on. We’ll go to the police station to complete the adoption procedures later.”

If this were in later generations, adopting a child would be truly difficult.

But these days, there are too many cases of child abandonment, and the country is short of money and unable to do much. In many cases, as long as you are willing to raise a child, the police will cooperate, since the conditions of welfare homes are limited and they cannot raise too many children.

Zhao Dan said, "If that's how it is, then I won't say anything more. This child is lucky to have grown up with you two as parents; he'll definitely become a talented person in the future."

Wen Chan smiled.

The idea of ​​adopting a child was actually proposed by Chen Bozheng in the beginning.

Wen Chan wondered if she had accidentally let slip her thoughts, but Chen Bo was looking at her and said, "I think this child looks a lot like you. Maybe this is our destiny."

And just like that, the matter was settled.

The police station helped register the child's birth; the child's name is Chen Wen.

That shameless Wen Qunshu, while bringing milk powder for the child, also didn't forget to give the child a nickname, "Little Mosquito."

The monk glared at him, thinking to himself, "How can Wen Qunshu, such a good college student, be so clueless?"

Calling it "little mosquito" is such an awful name.

Wen Qunshu was glared at and felt wronged: "Isn't this name good? Little Mosquito is so cute. If she hadn't been humming at our door in the middle of the night, how would I have found her?"

"Then let's call him Little Mosquito." Wen Chan was quite open-minded. It was just a nickname. Besides, it's easier to raise a child if you give him a humble name.

Although she is highly educated, having experienced rebirth, she is inevitably somewhat superstitious.

"Sister-in-law, is that really your name?" the monk asked incredulously.

Wen Qunshu is so tasteless, but how could my sister-in-law, such an elegant person, agree to this name?

This is absolutely absurd!