Chapter 112 You're given good days, but do you understand how to enjoy them?

The Song family courtyard.

After consulting with Li Hua for a long time, Mother Jiang finally understood the situation.

"Is this... really okay?" she felt uneasy.

Weren't they talking about a million-yuan annual salary?

How did it suddenly become investment and equity?

Was she still dreaming from last night?

But it still hurt when she pinched her leg.

Li Hua nodded solemnly, "Of course it is! I've already thought it through. In the future, we'll focus on high-end private customization, emphasizing quality over quantity."

"But I've never done business before, unlike your mother; she's at least run a shop." This was Mother Jiang's biggest worry; she was afraid that because she knew nothing, she would just cause trouble for others.

Li Hua patiently advised, "As for management, we can hire a professional team. It's not something we artisans need to worry about.

Our job later on will be to recruit outstanding artisans, train them, and provide them with a good platform.

I see that Ling Yue has an impressive background; she must have a lot of resources behind her that we can fully leverage.

This is a golden opportunity with the right timing, the right place, and the right people."

Huang Qianhua looked at her daughter, her face serious, "Have you had this idea for a long time?"

"I had this idea before, but I didn't have the conditions for it!

Now that 'great fortune' has come knocking at our door, Mom, Aunt Jiang, you aren't planning on just stepping over it, are you?"

Li Hua's thinking was simple and pure: "If we can make money, why not agree?

If we can get better development, why refuse?

Artisans don't have to just miserably sew and embroider all day.

I know you're worried about messing things up, but if Ling Yue, who is investing the money and providing the resources, isn't afraid, why should we be?

With so many years of craftsmanship under our belts, what is there to be afraid of?

It's better to take a gamble; turn a bicycle into a sports car."

Not to mention the artisans present, even Father Song, an outsider, felt his blood pumping, "I think Li Hua is right."

"I agree too." Huang Qianhua's eyes were filled with longing for the future and determination in her choice, "How many people want an opportunity but don't have one? Now that the opportunity is right in front of us, should we refuse it?

Think about our own troublesome kids—if the parents aren't grinding, can we expect them to?"

Mother Jiang thought of her two children.

One loved to slack off—not necessarily lazy, just not ambitious, making just enough money to support herself.

The other had been wild since childhood but had good grades. Her future was uncertain; if she wanted to study abroad later, didn't she need to prepare more funds?

She didn't expect them to strike it rich, just hoped to leave behind some small assets so the children could live without worry. Even if they didn't amount to much in the future, they wouldn't starve if they lived off the savings.

Thinking about it, "I guess I have to grind after all," Mother Jiang sighed.

Li Hua breathed a sigh of relief.

It was a done deal!

Ling Yue and Song Xinyao turned a corner and entered the Pingtan house.

They made up for the regret of not being able to come last time.

The small house was built by the lake and had two floors.

The first floor sold tea, and the second floor was for listening to Pingtan.

Buying a bowl of covered-bowl tea for 38 yuan allowed you to listen to songs for free for one hour.

At this hour, it was peak time for tourists, so the second floor was quite crowded. There were only two empty seats left, and they were in the very back.

That was perfect; even if one more person sat there, there was no need to worry about blocking the audience behind them.

Ling Yue asked the boss to bring a separate chair for Zang Lanyi and place a plastic stool to serve as a small tea table.

Drinking tea and listening to songs, the melodies were graceful; life was leisurely.

How could it be anything but comfortable?

"Boss, give me the menu." Unknowingly, a small plate of melon seeds had been finished.

The boss was a thin man wearing a long gown; he handed Ling Yue a menu with a simple, elegant background.

It was all snacks like peanuts, melon seeds, and small pastries.

It was quite expensive.

A plate of melon seeds sold for 18 yuan. She'd get two plates, but she didn't dare eat too much for fear of getting internal heat.

Oh, you could also request individual songs, 100 yuan per song.

"How long is one song?" Ling Yue asked the boss on the side.

The boss replied skillfully, "Classic segments are about 5-8 minutes, depending on the repertoire you choose."

"What about the full performance?"

When listening to a story, of course, you had to hear the whole thing.

The boss smiled, "About 90-120 minutes, costing 1,300 yuan."

Song Xinyao tugged on Ling Yue's sleeve and whispered in her ear, "I know a storytelling hall that only tells traditional long-form stories. It opens at 10 AM and tells 'one chapter' from morning to night. There are many repertoires, you can hear the complete story, and it's cheap. A ticket for a few dozen yuan includes a cup of tea, and refills are unlimited. You can sit there all day if you want."

Ling Yue patted her hand, turned around, and scanned the code, "Request a song from 'The Legend of the White Snake'."

"Alright!" The boss happily notified the stage to change the program.

The full performance would be told by two other teachers.

The penny-pinching expert Song Xinyao couldn't help but feel a pang of pain, "Spending money so recklessly, so recklessly."

Ling Yue laughed helplessly. She didn't explain to her, just happily listened to the music.

If she were this rich and didn't spend some money, how would wealth circulate? How would she contribute to the country's GDP?

In summary, it was only scary if the money just sat in her hands.

The plot of 'The Legend of the White Snake' was full of ups and downs, completely different from the film and television adaptations. The entire piece was short and concise, filled with famous scenes.

When leaving, Ling Yue tipped each of the two teachers 50,000 yuan.

Ling Yue spent this money very happily.

Song Xinyao covered her head, "An illusion, it's all an illusion."

Ling Yue chuckled, took her hand, and said, "Come on, let's go for a boat ride!"

"Ah? We're going on a boat ride too!"

She had spent too much money today. Even though it clearly wasn't her own, Song Xinyao still felt a trace of guilt because she had enjoyed it.

She enjoyed her good friend spending money to take her out for fun, but she wasn't as at ease as she claimed.

There was no other reason; she was just afraid that if she kept spending like this, her good friend would go bankrupt sooner or later.

The line was long, and Ling Yue wanted to have a quiet boat ride.

So she chartered two boats.

The bodyguard team sat in the back.

She led Zang Lanyi and Song Xinyao into the black-awning boat in the front.

"Smile, be happy.

At the speed I'm spending, I couldn't spend all the money in my account in two lifetimes." How could Ling Yue not know what kind of person Song Xinyao was?

She was a total talker who liked to exaggerate.

In reality, she had a strong sense of morality.

If she ate something belonging to others, she would always find a chance to pay them back.

She wasn't someone who liked to take advantage of others.

"I'm a little panicked; a life of luxury and dissipation really doesn't suit me," Song Xinyao said, sitting on the boat, feeling a bit uneasy.

Ling Yue laughed, "We've barely started, and you're calling this a life of luxury and dissipation?"

Song Xinyao widened her eyes, "The 100,000 you just tipped is more than I earn in a year!"

She mimicked the style of a domineering CEO, "If someone threw 100,000 at me while I was setting up my stall and said, 'I'll take all your embroidery,' I'd be thrilled to death. I guarantee I'd take half a year off to play before even thinking about setting up the stall again."

"You have no ambition." Ling Yue poked her forehead and casually put an arm around her shoulder.

"Even if you weren't here today, I would still spend money like this. I'm not doing this to make you happy; I'm doing it to make myself happy."

Come to think of it, she had spent even less today.

She hadn't even bought goods on a large scale.

Song Xinyao crossed her arms, "I need some time to adapt."

Ling Yue looked at Song Xinyao impatiently and mimicked her tone, "I wonder who said, 'My good bestie has made it big and is going to take me to enjoy overwhelming wealth'~

Look at you now. If I gave you that overwhelming wealth, would you even know how to live it?"

"Even if I had money, I'd just be a salted fish living off my savings," Song Xinyao said weakly.

"A miser," Ling Yue retorted accurately.

Song Xinyao held her head high, "I hoard wealth, and I'm proud of it!"

The boat ride ended at seven.

Ling Yue found a hot pot restaurant, and the group had a hearty meal.

"You don't need to drop me off. It's very close to my house from here. I can just walk back and digest my food," Song Xinyao said, rubbing her stomach.

She had eaten too much just now, and her stomach couldn't handle it.

Ling Yue gave a look to Liang Hanlin, then said to Song Xinyao, "Then send me a message when you get home.

I'm going to the ancient town tomorrow, so you're coming to be my tour guide. I'll have the driver pick you up at the entrance of your alley at eight. Don't sleep in."

Song Xinyao looked bitter, "It had to be you."

If you didn't set a time limit for Song Xinyao, this girl would really procrastinate.

Once there was a time limit, or someone was waiting for her, she had to abide by the schedule.

Who knows what kind of quirk that was.

Bodyguard Xiao Wen followed far behind Song Xinyao, escorting her until she was out of Ling Yue's sight.