HDRDTH -Chapter 48 Foreign trash also deserves to touch my daughter’s glory?

8 p.m.

Inside the dining room of Jinshui Bay Villa, the atmosphere was so solemn it felt like some sacred religious ceremony was about to take place.

Wang Dafu held his chopsticks tightly in both hands, the flesh on his chubby face trembling slightly from extreme anticipation.

Qin Yue sat upright, doing her best to maintain the dignity of a young lady from a prestigious family. But her usually icy, indifferent eyes were now locked firmly onto the muddy Shaoxing wine jar placed at the center of the table, her throat unconsciously swallowing.

Su Wanyi and her daughter Su Xi were already holding their bowls ready, staring eagerly at Yu Xian.

“Don’t rush. Good things take time.” Yu Xian slowly untied his SpongeBob apron and casually grabbed a wet towel to wipe his hands.

He walked to the table, picked up a small wooden mallet, and lightly tapped the layer of dried yellow mud sealing the jar.

Crack.

The mud shattered. Yu Xian peeled off the lotus leaves covering the top.

BOOM!

The moment the lotus leaves were lifted, an overwhelmingly rich fragrance—so dense it felt almost tangible—exploded through the dining room like a nuclear blast.

The aroma was domineering beyond belief, with no trace of fishy or gamey smell, only the ultimate freshness of seafood and the richness of meat, perfectly fused together under the catalysis of aged Huadiao wine.

“Oh my god…” Wang Dafu let out a groan and nearly slid off his chair, almost kneeling to the jar of Buddha Jumps Over the Wall.

Qin Yue could no longer maintain her cold, aloof image. She didn’t even care about the heat—she directly picked up a silver spoon and eagerly reached into the jar.

The soup was a thick amber color.

She scooped a spoonful and brought it to her mouth.

Closed her eyes. Chewed.

The next second, Qin Yue suddenly opened her eyes, her eyes turning red.

It was the kind of emotional shock that pierced straight into the soul from extreme deliciousness.

The softness of abalone, the elasticity of sea cucumber, the delicate strands of shark fin—all blossomed layer by layer on her tongue.

Every ingredient retained its own essence, yet under the coating of the broth, they achieved perfect harmony.

“Mr. Yu…” Qin Yue put down her spoon and looked at Yu Xian with disbelief, even a hint of fanatic admiration in her eyes. “I take back what I said before. You are not only the Qin family’s chief security consultant—you are practically the reincarnation of a food god! With this dish alone, the Qin family is willing to hand over all its five-star hotel catering divisions to you!”

“Stop.” Yu Xian scooped a small bowl and handed it to Su Xi, rolling his eyes. “I cooked this to make my wife and kid happy, and to treat you guys a bit. Who told you I’m your Qin family’s chef? Eat. Then get lost and do whatever you’re supposed to do.”

The meal ended in a frenzy.

Even Su Wanyi, who usually had a small appetite, ate two full bowls of rice.

Wang Dafu even scraped the bottom of the jar clean with steamed buns.

After dinner, everyone collapsed onto the sofa in the living room.

Su Wanyi brewed a pot of Pu’er tea to cut the greasiness, then took out a thick stack of documents and placed them on the coffee table.

“Xiao Yu, the song ‘Lonely Warrior’ that Xi Xi performed at the Spring Festival Gala has completely gone viral. These past few days, Dafu has received countless endorsement offers. I’ve screened them and selected the best ones. Take a look?”

Yu Xian lazily glanced at them.

The top one was an endorsement contract from the international top sports brand “Nadi”.

The offer was extremely high: 80 million yuan for three years.

But that was only on the surface. Yu Xian’s eyes scanned the dense clauses, and a cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

“80 million for three years, but it buys out all of Xi Xi’s commercial portrait rights, and requires her to only wear and use Nadi products in any public appearance.”

“And the most disgusting part—this exclusivity clause. If Xi Xi says anything negative about the brand during the contract period, she has to pay ten times the breach penalty?”

Yu Xian directly threw the contract into the trash can like it was used tissue.

“Foreign trash also deserves to touch my daughter’s glory? They’re trying to buy a obedient puppet with money. Get lost.”

Su Wanyi froze. “But Xiao Yu, this is an international big brand. And the money is really a lot…”

“Money is nothing.” Yu Xian said dismissively. “I, Yu Xian, can afford to raise my daughter even if she never earns a cent in her life. She sang ‘Lonely Warrior’ to speak for ordinary people—not to become a cash cow for capitalists.”

Wang Dafu nodded repeatedly from the side. “Dad is right! These foreign guys definitely have bad intentions! So which one are we signing?”

Yu Xian didn’t answer. Instead, he casually picked up that day’s Jiangcheng Evening News from the coffee table.

His eyes paused on a classified bankruptcy notice.

It was about a local Jiangcheng old sports shoe brand called “Hongxing,” which was facing liquidation due to poor management and was looking for a buyer.

A memory from his previous life flashed through Yu Xian’s mind.

In an era when domestic brands were crushed by foreign ones, Hongxing had actually been quietly insisting on making high-quality products. During several national disasters, this nearly bankrupt company had even secretly donated its last remaining assets.

It was a brand with backbone and conscience, just lacking marketing ability and thus eliminated by the times.

“Sign this one.” Yu Xian tapped heavily on the notice twice with his finger.

“Hongxing?” Wang Dafu stretched his neck to look and immediately frowned. “Dad, are you serious? I haven’t even heard of this brand for over ten years. They can’t even pay employee salaries anymore. The boss is drowning in debt. Our Xi Xi is a national sweetheart—endorsing a dying ‘old man brand’ would be downgrading her status!”

“You don’t understand.” Yu Xian leaned back on the sofa, his gaze deep. “Adding icing on the cake is not as good as giving charcoal in the snow. If ‘Lonely Warrior’ represents an unyielding spine, then I’ll let the whole country see what true domestic brands standing up means!”

Yu Xian turned to Wang Dafu.

“Dafu, tomorrow morning you go to Hongxing as Xingyu Film’s representative. Tell the old boss Lin that Su Xi will endorse them for free. The only condition is: their ad must use ‘Lonely Warrior’ as background music, and promote the idea of ‘Chinese shoes for Chinese people.’”

“Free?!” Su Wanyi and Wang Dafu shouted in unison.

Rejecting an 80-million international brand… and going to endorse a nearly bankrupt local factory for free?

“Do as I say.” Yu Xian closed his eyes, already thinking about which wild river to fish in tomorrow. The lakes in the capital had bad feng shui—surely the rivers in Jiangcheng would have some decent fish.