“Senior, if you could let our Mark participate in the film.” Grace Parker pointed with her hand, including Jessica, who was still bowing her head drinking, and the bewildered Little Crystal. All eyes at the table focused on Wood. Of course, what Little Crystal Princess meant was for Wood to peel the mango she was holding for her.

“Of course, that's possible, but filming is quite tough, and doesn't he need to go to school?”

“It’s not a problem, this child has excellent grades and started school a year early. After filming, he can apply directly to middle school next year, so it won’t have any impact. Besides,” Grace Parker paused here, looked up at her husband, and said, “our family has always been considering moving back to Korea.”

“That’s wonderful! In that case, I’ll come to your house to find you tomorrow!”

“No problem, it’s our honor to have you visit, senior.”

Everything went very smoothly. All the adults present were happy, except for Wood, who kept his head down, a bit depressed, feeding mango to Little Crystal Princess.

Back at home, Wood couldn’t wait to complain to his mother: “Mom, are you planning to use my money? Why do you want to use my money? And, are we all moving to Korea?”

“Wood, we’re moving back to Korea, not just going there. And although that money is yours, you’re still a minor, and your money is in your father’s and my accounts, so how it’s used is up to me. Besides, investing in a movie isn’t a loss.” Grace Parker glanced sideways at her precious son, answering calmly.

“Tell me why we have to, uh, move back to Korea.” Wood shrank into the sofa, recalling his father’s and The Johnson Couple’s calmness at the time, and he more or less understood that some things were already irreversible.

Beck wandered over, sniffed at his owner’s feet, then squatted under the sofa. Wood weakly placed his hand on Beck. This Beck was no longer the original Beck. The old Beck had come to the family two years before Wood was born, lived for 11 years, and passed away. This little one was also called Beck, only a year old, the granddaughter of the old Beck, whom Wood had personally brought back from a classmate’s house who had adopted Beck’s son.

“Moving back to Korea is a decision we’ve thought about for a long time. The two of us have discussed it with your Uncle Johnson and Aunt Johnson as well. We’ll all move back to Seoul together. First, we hope you kids can receive a proper Korean education. Second, both of us have parents in Korea to take care of, and our parents have also allocated property to us in Korea. Compared to here in America, Korea is our real foundation. Your grandparents on both sides are about to retire, and your mom and I are almost thirty. Back in Korea, we can inherit your grandparents’ social status, and our lives will be much smoother,” Wood’s father added.

Very legitimate and sufficient reasons—Wood couldn’t argue. In this life, his grandparents on both sides, while not extremely wealthy, were people of status in Korea. Otherwise, his parents wouldn’t have graduated from Seogang University and then settled abroad. The same went for the parents of Uncle Johnson next door. Although both Uncle Johnson and Aunt Johnson were former athletes, they eventually chose to become corporate executives. For Koreans, attachment to their homeland and social status are both very important. At this point, Wood could only say goodbye in his heart to the American Major League Baseball life he admired, and probably also to his own little stash of money.

Sure enough, after a few seconds’ pause, Helen King added, “All that money of yours comes from rather awkward sources. If we have to explain our income to customs, it’s better to invest it in the movie through proper channels now, so it can flow naturally into Korea. We’ve consulted a lawyer—the process for investing in Korean films from California is very simple.”

“So you went for this movie from the start today. But let me correct you, all that money was earned legitimately by me, not awkward at all.” Wood grumbled helplessly, though in his heart he already agreed with his parents’ quasi-money-laundering approach. His money really did come from awkward sources.

As a reborn person, even a fake sports fan with little ability could make some money. Besides, before his rebirth, Wood was a true NBA basketball fan and a fake soccer fan.

In the spring when he was six, just before Little Crystal was born, Wood’s dad and Uncle Johnson took Wood and Jessica to watch the last NBA regular season game. While Jessica was dozing off, the two men and the boy got into a heated debate about who would win the championship. It was understandable—Jordan had gone to play baseball, both LA teams were struggling, the NBA was full of contenders, and no one knew who would take the crown. So Helen King insisted that the Spurs’ Admiral could lead the team to break through, while Uncle Johnson unwaveringly supported his idol, the Jazz’s Malone of the black-and-white duo, to win the championship. As for Wood, of course he remembered who took the title—the Rockets!