"I've slept with celebrity dads too, from Southeast Asia, third or fourth-tier little celebrities, too many to count. As long as you have money and know the right people, you can get any kind of woman delivered to you."
The young man held the fork, looking down and eating his noodles vigorously, obviously more motivated and more hopeful about the future.
A bowl of noodles was quickly finished, the man took a sip of the soup, "In the future, when there's a chance, I'll take you to the neighboring countries to see, I'll arrange for you to meet a female celebrity, open your eyes."
The young man perked up excitedly, "Uncle, you're not lying to me, are you?"
It was clear that, in his heart, he more or less felt his uncle was exaggerating.
Celebrity.
Supermodel.
For ordinary people, these worlds are still too distant.
Budding models seem more realistic.
"You think all the hard work I've done for so many years out there was for nothing?"
The young man chuckled sheepishly.
