NOVPUBThis idea for a teenage confession concert came together perfectly.
Chen An’an dressed herself up extravagantly, tying plenty of colorful ribbons in her hair.
Meanwhile, Shen Youwei and Zhao Yingying kept cheering her on from behind.
They had watched Little An’an grow up day by day, and in the blink of an eye, she was about to start high school.
Chen Pingsheng and Song Yanxi also came to cheer for her from the audience.
As the teenage farewell concert kicked off, the sky was filled with dazzling drone performances.
At least tens of thousands of drones were in action.
They continuously narrated the bits and pieces of her growing up, expressing through actions to outsiders that this was a teenage confession ceremony for a privileged young lady.
Soon, the countdown began.
Five… four… three… two… one.
The sky was ablaze with colors as Chen An’an and her teammates made their grand entrance onto the stage.
All the songs were performed live.
The first song was titled "We Must Learn to Grow Up Slowly."
We had all felt confused during our teenage years; we had laughed and fooled around too.
We had fought and argued during those years.
But without a doubt, we all grew up day by day during our adolescence.
Just like when we were young, whether you’re from the ’80s or ’90s, who hasn’t had their teenage years?
When the cheerleaders blew their "da-da-da" horns, the crowd reached a frenzied climax.
Unexpectedly, the songs were rather pleasant.
On streaming platforms, including Teng You Media, countless online celebrities were boosting her live popularity in real time.
Especially during the few minutes of intermission, they even managed to invite Beyond for a performance.
With a rendition of "Truly Love You" dedicated to parents, the crowd went wild.
Later, when Chen An’an played the erhu solo and performed some rap, the applause she received reached an unprecedented peak.
Afterwards, Zero Point Band sang "Believe in Yourself."
"Many times, we’ve sweated like rain, pain filling our memories; only because we’ve always believed that striving leads to victory."
This was an unexpected delight, as there wasn’t any promotion at the start indicating so many top-tier stars and bands would come to perform.
With Tengying Entertainment’s influence in the entertainment industry, what celebrity couldn’t they invite?
After all, celebrities are just highly paid workers, and they all have to give face to Chen Pingsheng.
When Zero Point Band finished their set, Chen An’an came back with her teammates, performing an energetic mix of songs and dances.
Even Er Piya was stunned by the spectacle; though she had seen plenty of grand events, this lineup of her big sister still left her dumbfounded.
"You all hurry and think up something for me too—I want a graduation concert for my elementary school!"
She immediately commanded her team to start brainstorming ideas for her.
With her kind of identity, ideals aren’t even called ideals, and dreams aren’t even called dreams.
Because no matter what she dreams of at night, it can be realized by the next day.
Even gathering half of the entertainment industry would be no problem.
Chen An’an’s teenage farewell concert started at seven in the evening and lasted until ten at night.
The number of big-name stars who attended couldn’t be counted, but of course, the core focus was still on them.
A special musical event held in the name of youth.
A celebration of adolescence and the precious moments of her three years in middle school.
By the time it ended, the internet was already in an uproar.
Ordinary people honor their lost youth with beers, barbecues, and groups of friends chatting endlessly.
For the rich, the farewell to youth involves endless spending, traveling the world.
For those at Yunding Heavenly Palace, their lost youth saw a music festival that shook the entire internet, with countless top stars’ performances and blessings, and a youth ceremony costing into the billions.
All of this was simply a special event to bid farewell to their youth.
When the event concluded, the venue was filled with dazzling fireworks and drone performances.
At the very end, Chen An’an concluded with the words, "My youth, my decisions."
That marked the farewell to this grand musical event.
Without a doubt, the internet was flooded with searches of who this young girl was.
Her identity was officially revealed online as the Princess of Tengying Group.
A future billionaire from the very start.
"If life gives us a choice for effort, I’d want to start my efforts from the womb."
"Oh, heavens, grant me a good fate!"
This is the fastest way to reach Rome. Look at the life of this little girl.
Now look at the grind of your own days filled with endless overtime, arguments, and takeout meals.
Chen An’an gave herself a grand and completely unforgettable teenage farewell ceremony.
As for everyone else, they happily dispersed during the course of the event.
Missing out on an event of this scale was simply a pity.
On the way home, the Chen Family lined up luxury cars on one side; everyone, from her grandfather to her grandmother Liu Fen, had come to watch her concert.
As they left, it was hard not to marvel at the convoy of family cars.
After all, lost youth belongs to someone else.
Meanwhile, for everyone else, the next day would mean continuing to struggle with mortgages and living expenses.
Er Piya left in her own extended Royal One vehicle.
She’d be graduating elementary school in a year and was already planning an even larger music event.
Back home, Chen An’an happily asked her parents how she performed.
"Absolutely wonderful. Mom thinks you did amazing," her mother said.
"What about Dad?"
"Dad thinks there’s still room for improvement. You’re still a bit worse than I was back then."
Song Yanxi rolled her eyes at him. "Nonsense. You didn’t even have the resources to hold a concert back then!"
"Haha, true," Chen Pingsheng laughed. "But our daughters have it better—imagine hosting an event like this just for a middle school graduation. We didn’t stand a chance back then."
"Don’t worry, Dad. When I grow up, I’ll work hard," said Chen An’an.
"You don’t even need to work that hard; just safeguard the family legacy, and that will suffice," Chen Pingsheng replied.
He picked up a document from his hand and said formally:
"Comrade An’an, Dad officially informs you that you’ve grown up and reached the point where you should shoulder the family responsibilities. Our Tengchao Commercial Management company has 120 billion RMB in net commercial assets."
"The fixed annual rental income is between 3.5 billion to 4 billion RMB, and from now on, this entire fund will be transferred to you. Remember, until you graduate from college, you’ll only be able to access a small portion annually—roughly 500 million RMB, while the remainder will go into your personal fund."
Thus, Chen An’an was effectively spending her own money now, officially becoming the youngest little billionaire among her peers, with personal net assets of 120 billion RMB.
Before graduating college, she’d also accumulate over 20 billion RMB in fixed rental funds.
Currently, her annual limit for spending was just 500 million RMB.
Early on, Chen Pingsheng had set up Tengchao Commercial Management to ensure An’an would have a fixed and stable income for the future.
Guaranteed to live worry-free for her entire life.
Now was the right time to hand it over to her. Although it seemed slightly early, it didn’t affect the family’s normal operations.
His wife’s healthcare business was thriving, with the 20-billion Singapore investment yielding stable returns, and their wholly owned Tengde Era was about to be listed officially with an estimated valuation of 300 billion RMB.
Even their previously troubling issues were nearly resolved.
The fact that Tengfei New Energy, despite requiring annual subsidies of four to five billion RMB for R&D, was close to exiting its loss phase and becoming profitable was yet another positive sign.
The family had grown unimaginably wealthy, making the rental income from the billion-dollar asset unnecessary for its smooth operation.
Now handed to the spoiled brat, it was both a responsibility and a vote of trust.
Besides, she couldn’t sell the assets herself, and the annual allowance of 500 million RMB wouldn’t interfere with her entrepreneurial plans before completing college.
Meanwhile, for Er Piya, Chen Pingsheng planned to acquire Wanda Business Management for her.
After two failed attempts at going public, Wanda Business Management was nearing contractual failure.
Old Wang had no choice but to sell, and there weren’t many who could fork out 70 to 80 billion RMB in cash for it.
Chen Pingsheng was certainly one of them.
Despite heavy investments in NVIDIA continually declining in value, he remained confident in its future.
There was no reason for a company equipped with cutting-edge AI technology and central chip innovation to sink perpetually.
It simply defied logic.
He had wagered heavily, but in the worst-case scenario, it didn’t bother him much—the key was his new energy company was now entirely profitable.
This meant he would face no further financial risks.
Remember, he had no bank loans whatsoever—his wealth was all commercial assets.
Banks often came pleading to lend him hundreds of millions, which was far removed from the real estate industry’s dire cash shortages.
If NVIDIA were to return to an 800 billion USD valuation, his group’s cash reserves would hit a staggering 50 billion USD—or over 350 billion RMB—with zero debts.
The enormity of that situation was simply unimaginable.
