Reborn in the 90s, tearing apart scumbag men for the sake of women.

Song Jianmei pulled Song Lingge aside and whispered, "It's very good, of course, but it's too expensive."

Song Lingge rolled her eyes and joked, "Auntie, did you only calculate your own money?"

Song Jianmei didn't quite understand what Song Lingge meant, but she nodded.

She's moving to a new shop, and now that she can earn money, she'll use her own money, of course.

Song Lingge pouted and said resentfully, "I knew it. Now that my aunt is a big boss, she's thinking about splitting up the family business and doesn't want to partner with me anymore."

Her tone was playful, but more than that, it was coquettish.

Song Jianmei could tell from her good intentions.

"Lingge, that's not what your aunt meant. Listen to me..."

Song Jianmei looked anxious; she didn't want Song Lingge to misunderstand her.

Song Lingge stopped teasing her and listened patiently to her story.

“It was already a good idea to open a shop near Nanzhou Middle School, but this time I have to change locations entirely because of my personal reasons. Besides, I didn’t have a single penny when I opened the shop last time; it was all paid for by you and my sister-in-law. I’ve always felt indebted to you, so this time I want to pay for the shop myself. But you will still be the boss, and I will still give you a share of the profits.”

Song Jianmei explained in a hurry, not knowing if she had made herself clear. She only had one thought in her mind: she couldn't let Song Lingge misunderstand her.

"puff--"

However, after hearing this, Song Lingge burst out laughing.

This reaction is so strange. Did Song Jianmei say something wrong?

She looked at Song Lingge with incomprehension.

"Auntie, how can you do this? You don't contribute any money and you even give people a share of the profits. If everyone did this, how would we run a business?"

Song Jianmei laughed and said, "I'm only doing this because it's you. Do you think I'd give a share of the profits to just anyone I grab on the street?"

Song Lingge knew this all too well.

At this moment, the boss, Jiang Lin, came out and locked the door.

Seeing that Song Lingge and Song Jianmei hadn't left yet, he walked over.

"Gentlemen, how's the discussion going? I'm not bragging, but among all the shops on this street, none can compare to mine."

"It's great, but the price is too high. Boss, are you really not considering renting it out?"

Song Jianmei also really liked the shop. Her initial idea was to rent a shop, which would give her enough money to last her for a few months.

But the shop owner insists on selling it for 45,000 yuan. Who can come up with that amount all at once?

"I have to leave Nanzhou for some reason. Renting it out is too much trouble, so I'll just sell it and be done with it," Jiang Lin said with a smile.

Song Lingge glanced at the shop again: "We really like your shop. It meets all our requirements and we sincerely want to buy from it, but the price is still too expensive."

It's a strategic retreat, but Song Lingge has never done business before, and her bargaining tactics are too blunt.

Jiang Lin smiled: "You can think about it again."

After saying that, she prepared to leave, and before leaving, Song Lingge asked for a phone number.

Song Lingge took Song Jianmei's arm, looked at the shop, and said firmly, "Aunt, how much money do you have? Why don't we pool our money and buy it?"

The area near Nanzhou University of Foreign Languages ​​has always been a highly sought-after location.

Even if it seems expensive now, it might be affordable in a few years, or even sooner.

You'll then find that it's excellent value for money.

Buy here, and you'll make a fortune.

This decisiveness, which shows that he always keeps his word, impressed Song Jianmei, who exclaimed that he was powerful, but also felt a little worried.

Their money is really quite different.

On the way home, Song Lingge no longer splurged on a taxi and obediently took the bus home with Song Jianmei.

Upon arrival at the station, only Song Jianmei got off the train.

Song Lingge has one more place to go.

The two agreed to go home and raise money each day, and then meet again tomorrow morning to make a final decision.

After changing vehicles, Song Lingge arrived at Hele Manor.

That's right, the person she's looking for is Song Jianping.

From childhood to adulthood, most of her school fees, food, clothing, and other necessities were provided by the two elderly people in the Zhao family.

It's time for Song Jianping to bleed.

Just as Song Lingge arrived at the entrance of Hele Manor, she was about to greet Grandpa Sun, but unexpectedly, Grandpa Sun ignored her, which was unusual for him.

Song Lingge didn't think much of it. Maybe the distance was too far and Grandpa Sun couldn't see her clearly!

As she approached, about to call out, she noticed that Grandpa Sun kept giving her meaningful glances.

Looking inside, I was surprised to see Song Jianping walking towards the exit.

Song Lingge smiled slightly at Grandpa Sun, then turned around and shouted loudly, "Dad, where are you going?"

Song Jianping also saw Song Lingge at this moment, and his brows furrowed slightly.

Why is she here again?

"Lingge, why are you back again? Didn't I tell you to call before you came?"

Song Lingge thought to herself with a sneer, "Is this really her biological father? I have to call him to let him know I'm going home."

But he remained outwardly calm, feigning grievance as he asked, "Oh, I forgot!"

What are you doing here?

You could tell that Song Jianping was trying his best to keep a calm tone, but his words were still very unpleasant to hear.

Song Lingge felt even more aggrieved, her voice even trembling with tears: "Dad, this is my home! Why do you always seem unhappy whenever I come back? Is it because I've been staying with my grandparents for too long? Should I move back here?"

No, that's not what I meant.

Sure enough, upon hearing this, Song Jianping immediately refused.

Although it was a refusal, the tone became much gentler.

With the Chinese New Year approaching, some guests have been moving into Hele Manor one after another.

People were coming and going from time to time, and the security guard in the security room seemed to enjoy watching the spectacle, keeping his eyes fixed on this side.

Seeing that there were people around from time to time, Song Jianping pulled Song Lingge towards the gate.

"Dad, where are you going? Aren't you coming home?"

"It's almost lunchtime, isn't it? Dad will take you out to eat."

Song Lingge was practically dragged along by Song Jianping.

As Song Lingge passed the security booth, she glanced inside, and Grandpa Sun winked at her playfully.

The Hele Manor now has many shops outside and is quite impressive.

Song Jianping deliberately chose a small restaurant that was quite far away and didn't look particularly impressive.

"Dad, why spend this money? Let's go home and eat. I'll cook for you."

While ordering food, Song Jianping said without looking up, "It's okay, cooking is too much trouble, we'll just eat out."

He ordered a spicy blood curd dish and handed the menu back to the proprietress without even asking Song Lingge what she wanted to eat.

Sure enough, being stingy is still in his nature.

Song Lingge didn't care; she wouldn't let Song Jianping go unless he paid a hefty price today.

"Why did you come here again today?" Song Jianping asked again.

When we met today, he only said this one sentence over and over again.

Song Lingge did not answer, but instead put on a troubled expression.

"What happened? Did something happen to your grandparents?"

Song Lingge rolled her eyes at him in her heart. Couldn't he wish the two old people something better?