75: Chapter 75 Shen Zi's Godfather

At dusk.

Shen Weiyue left the rental apartment under the reluctant gazes of the two sisters. This time, he chose to take the bus back to the construction site.

In the afternoon, Feng Jiayue had asked him if running this damned online shop could really make money.

On the surface, Shen Weiyue wore an expression of calm confidence, but in his heart, he wasn't entirely certain.

This was just an attempt to make money; he couldn't possibly force them to stick to this one path come hell or high water.

Shen Weiyue only had about one hundred thousand in capital. Over the past few days, buying things, renting the apartment, and advancing wages for the sisters to live on had already cost seven or eight thousand.

At this rate of spending, if the online shop showed no progress after half a year, he would have to consider pulling the plug decisively.

Shen Weiyue didn't tell the sisters any of this.

Feng Jiayue and Feng Jiaxin now treated him like a savior. This kind of unreserved trust and admiration was easy to get carried away with.

In his previous life, when Shen Weiyue was a deputy bureau chief, he couldn't stand this feeling.

Especially whenever he accomplished a small, simple task for the common people, and they would thank him profusely with endless gratitude.

The more they did that, the more he felt compelled to work hard and be practical for the people in return. This created an inescapable spiral where he unconsciously entered a state of selflessness, working himself to the bone until he died, without ever getting married.

Shen Weiyue warned himself that he couldn't be like that in this life.

To love others, one must first love oneself.

When successful, help the world; when down on your luck, screw everything!

He could no longer burden himself with heavy moral baggage or be constrained by worldly conventions.

In this world, rules were things only the weak had to follow; the strong simply made the rules or broke free from them.

The shameless ones even enjoyed breaking the rules.

Hadn't he heard? "Murder and arson bring golden belts, while building bridges and roads leaves no bones."

As long as I have no morals, morality cannot kidnap me; as long as I am strong enough, rules cannot constrain me!

Shen Weiyue looked deep into his heart, reaffirmed the basic law of his rebirth, cut away those useless feelings of pity, and returned to the construction site.

At night.

Shen Guofang had been pondering for two days and finally couldn't help but ask him, "How much money did Manager Zhang actually give you?"

"One hundred thousand."

"Oh, one hundred thousand... What? One hundred thousand???"

Old Shen was shocked, subconsciously covering his mouth. Looking around with a guilty conscience, he whispered, "That's too much, son. We can't take this money!"

"Is one hundred thousand a lot?" Shen Weiyue asked, not even looking up. He continued to type, his fingers flying rapidly across the keyboard.

Shen Guofang was confused by his son's words. After a pause, he frowned deeply. "Is one hundred thousand not a lot? When did you become so detached from reality, kid? Your mother and I can only save a little over ten thousand a year working…"

Shen Weiyue was at a critical point in his writing and didn't speak. Old Shen grew anxious. "We can't take this money. There's no such thing as a free lunch in this world."

"Alright, Dad, let me ask you a question." Shen Weiyue paused his work. "Who is more educated, you or me?"

"You, of course… What? I'm just an elementary school graduate, you're definitely more educated than me."

"There you go. As a proud high school graduate, I certainly know what I'm doing. If I say we can take it, we can take it."

"Hey, when did you get such a sharp tongue? I think you've got more bullshit than education…"

"Dad, why are you so anxious? Haven't you noticed I'm different now than I was before?"

"You've grown wings and think you can fly to heaven."

Father and son stared at each other. Shen Weiyue couldn't help but want to laugh, while Shen Guofang was furious.

People from the countryside often had limited perspectives, always thinking that as long as they earned an honest living and didn't take more than they made, their lives would be safe and secure.

But damn it, a man doesn't get rich without a windfall, and a horse doesn't get fat without night grass. Which self-made billionaire earned their first pot of gold completely legitimately?

Compared to those rich people who lacked humanity, Shen Weiyue felt that taking this one hundred thousand was perfectly justified.

He had explained it clearly before, but given his father's level of understanding, he still couldn't grasp the significance of this matter to Manager Zhang.

Whatever. Reforming the old man was a long and arduous task; there was no need to rush.

Shen Weiyue couldn't be bothered to argue. He smiled and called for reinforcements outside. "Mom, Mom, come here for a second."

Luo Chunhong rushed over. Seeing Shen Guofang standing there with his hands on his hips, looking furious, she asked, "What are you two doing?"

Shen Weiyue explained what had happened. Although Luo Chunhong was also shocked by the amount of one hundred thousand, she supported her son without hesitation.

She glared at Shen Guofang and demanded, "How old is our son?"

"Nineteen," Shen Guofang replied sullenly.

"You know he's nineteen. Nineteen is an adult. It's normal for him to have his own ideas. He's about to go to university, and the people and things he encounters in the future will be far beyond what we know. He can make his own decisions."

"That's not it, Chunhong. I'm worried he'll get scammed or something will go wrong…"

"If something really goes wrong, we as his parents will just have to bear it. When a child grows up, they have to be let go to fly on their own. You can't even tie rebar properly, why are you trying to manage our son?"

Luo Chunhong scolded Shen Guofang, then turned to ask Shen Weiyue, "Son, what are you planning to do with that money?"

"I have a plan. First, I'm planning to take half to build a house back home. The old tiled house has collapsed, and it's left me with nowhere to go during the holidays, forcing me to come to the construction site and live in a prefab cabin…"

Shen Weiyue said with some dissatisfaction, then held up a second finger. "Then, for the remaining money, I'll set aside a year's tuition. The rest will be used for starting a business—safety consulting, an online shop, or maybe investing in stocks and the like…"

"Build a house my ass. I don't dare use this money. What if Manager Zhang wants it back…"

Shen Guofang interrupted but was glared at by Luo Chunhong. He muttered, "Can't you just save the extra money? Why go through all this trouble!"

"What's the point of saving it? Capital only has value when it flows. You have to find various channels for appreciation, find opportunities amidst risks—money making money is the only way to get rich!" Shen Weiyue said with a smile.

Old Shen stared blankly as he listened to his son's spiel. Luo Chunhong didn't understand it either, so she said firmly, "Mom doesn't understand this business investment stuff you're talking about. Since you have your own ideas, then go for it. We support you! There's no rush to build the house; nobody lives there anyway…"

As Luo Chunhong spoke, she nudged Shen Guofang, and Old Shen had to follow with a grunt of agreement.

And so, the family of three reached a consensus: from now on, Shen Weiyue could decide for himself how to use his money.

Although it was a forced consensus, at least it was a consensus, right?

Shen Weiyue didn't want to explain any further. He would use facts to tell his parents that he was no longer that babbling child, and he no longer needed to be sheltered under their wings.

Not only that, he would have the ability to hold up the sky for his parents and become a towering tree that would shelter them.

Of course, all of this depended on being able to make money.

So, after Luo Chunhong dragged Shen Guofang away, Shen Weiyue started typing even more frantically, forgetting to even reply to the messages Ning Xi and Ye Lingtao sent him.

He didn't even see the message from Zhao Qingyan.