Chapter 917 - 915: A Mom Who Dreams of Getting Rich Every Day 17
Chapter 917: Chapter 915: A Mom Who Dreams of Getting Rich Every Day 17
School let out in the afternoon.
Ah Chen walked out of the school gate, saw the familiar small truck, said hello to Jian Mo and the others, and headed over there.
This scene was seen clearly by An Shuo Hai in the truck, and he immediately became alert.
But when he saw that the few people with Jian Mo were not Pei Chen, he let out a small sigh of relief.
However, he spotted Pei Chen in the crowd; the other’s gaze was fixed on Ah Chen, making his heart sink. What’s this kid trying to do?
It looked like his daughter wasn’t familiar with him at all, which was a good thing.
As long as his daughter had no thoughts about Pei Chen, that was the best possible outcome.
Ah Chen greeted An Shuo Hai and got in the truck.
"Those just now were all your classmates?" An Shuo Hai asked cautiously.
Ah Chen said, "Not all from the same class, but we get along pretty well."
An Shuo Hai didn’t ask more. Thinking of what he would have to face when they got back, he sighed.
When they got home, Liang Xuefang was indeed there. The moment she saw An Shuo Hai, her brows drew together and her face turned cold. Recently, in fact, he had also sensed that Liang Xuefang was becoming more and more impatient with him, not even bothering to hide her contempt.
Since she looked down on a man like him and was being ambiguous with another man while still married, some things needed to be made clear.
"Xuefang, let’s talk."
An Shuo Hai went back to the room; Liang Xuefang followed him in, looking impatient, and closed the door.
Inside, her voice could faintly be heard: "If you’ve got something to say, say it quickly. Don’t tell me you suddenly figured it out and want to follow Xu Yue into investing? That could work... but it depends on whether Xu Yue is willing to take you along. After all, you said it was unreliable and risky before, you’ve already offended everyone."
Liang Xuefang was very dissatisfied. This old stubborn man, if he didn’t want to invest himself, fine, but he had actually gone around the village saying the risk was too big, that there was no such good thing in the world—wasn’t that offending people?
At the beginning, there were indeed a few villagers who felt that what An Shuo Hai said made sense, and after listening to him, didn’t give money to Xu Yue to invest.
When it came time to distribute dividends, these people’s eyes turned red and they could only watch enviously as others made money.
Although this was ultimately because they themselves had decided not to invest, if it hadn’t been for An Shuo Hai persuading them, they would have already made money.
Now it was great—An Shuo Hai ended up offending people on both sides.
However, afterward, his attitude remained the same as before: he believed this kind of investment was very risky. If you’d already made some money, that was good; better to stop while you were ahead. Earning a bit less was still earning; it was better than taking a loss.
Yet human nature is what it is. Once people were sure they could really make money, and especially those who had listened to him before and missed out, they all felt that although he was honest, when it came to investments you needed professionals. An Shuo Hai didn’t do this line of work; it was normal he didn’t understand, but in any case, this was something they couldn’t listen to him about.
So, the villagers one by one took out their money to invest. Even the Yang Family invested part of the compensation they’d received from their cousins in the Jiang Family. They were also afraid that if something went wrong, they’d be left with nothing, so the first few times they only put in a little.
Especially after making some small gains, those who had been on the sidelines began handing their money over to Xu Yue to invest.
"If you want to invest, then invite Xu Yue to a meal first," Liang Xuefang lifted her chin slightly, as if looking down at all living beings from a great height.
An Shuo Hai asked, "What’s going on between you and Xu Yue?"
As soon as he finished, Liang Xuefang clearly panicked for a moment, then immediately raised her voice and made a scene: "An Shuo Hai, what do you mean by that? You’re useless yourself, and you won’t let me invest? If it weren’t for him remembering that we’ve known each other for years, would Xu Yue even bring me into these investments? Great, not only are you stubborn, you’re even getting paranoid now. Do you think I’ve surpassed you, stepped on you, and you feel uncomfortable, so you start picking on me?"
No matter how loud she got, An Shuo Hai remained calm.
He took out his phone, opened the few photos he had taken, and handed them to her.
From the way the two of them behaved, it was absolutely impossible they were just friends.
Yesterday, when she didn’t come home, he had gone around asking people he knew in the village where she was staying and whether anything had happened. By now, those details didn’t matter. Since things had come to this, and he could say he had done nothing to wrong Liang Xuefang, then they should divorce.
The facts were right there in the pictures, and she finally had nothing to argue with.
"An Shuo Hai, I really regret ever setting my sights on you. The thing I regret most is that I didn’t go out into the world. I blame my lack of experience back then. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have wasted so many years in this tiny village. Only now do I understand: a man being good-looking is useless; he has to be useful." Liang Xuefang accused, "If you were even a little less stubborn, if you knew how to be flexible, you could have made a fortune doing renovations. But you? You don’t know how to adapt, which is why I say you’re not cut out to get rich. After all these years, you still can’t even open a renovation company. What can you do?"
An Shuo Hai fell silent. He knew his own abilities; he couldn’t run a company, so all these years he had only led a small renovation crew. It was easy to manage and everything was decided by him.
There was one thing she said that was right: he wouldn’t make a fortune, because he simply couldn’t bring himself to do things against his conscience. He also knew that many renovation companies and crews used construction as an excuse to take kickbacks and scheme against their employers.
But he couldn’t bring himself to do that.
Actually, it wasn’t that he hadn’t made money; otherwise he couldn’t have afforded two apartments. He didn’t do things that violated his conscience, but he had a good reputation. Employers were willing to listen to his recommendations, and he had partnerships with some suppliers.
He wasn’t that inflexible; all the money he made was clean. It wasn’t a huge amount, but he could sleep at night.
What was wrong with that?
He had always had a clear sense of himself. So even when members of his crew wanted to leave to seek better opportunities, he never stopped them.
What he sought was stability and peace of mind—an ordinary, simple life. He truly had no great ambitions.
Even without that dream, even if nothing had happened, he and Liang Xuefang probably wouldn’t have made it to the end.
"Now that you and Xu Yue are tangled up like this, I don’t want to make things too ugly. Since you look down on me, then let’s divorce. We’ll divide the property according to the usual rules. You gave birth to a son and a daughter for me, and we’ve been together so many years. You deserve that."
"But I want to remind you: once you have money in your hands, don’t hand it all over to Xu Yue for investment. He’s not a trustworthy man. If you’re willing, I can keep it for you for the time being. After three to five years, I’ll give it back to you. I believe a swindler wouldn’t waste three to five years on you just for that bit of money. You should know what kind of person I am—I won’t pocket that money."
This was the last bit of consideration An Shuo Hai showed Liang Xuefang.