That night, Old Song grabbed his son to talk about Cheng Su inviting him to invest in the business, asking him what he thought. To invest or not?
"Wow, calling her a Fox Spirit wasn’t wrong at all, she’s a sharp lady fox alright, almost like she’s a spirit already!" Song Xiaojang whistled.
Old Song gave him a flick on the forehead, scolding, "Watch your mouth, calling her a Fox Spirit, do you even know how to speak properly?"
"Dad, you’re always like this, always siding with her first. I am your son, remember... Alright, alright, I’ll speak properly!" Song Xiaojang raised both hands.
"Actually, I’m not wrong, Dad, she’s indeed very sharp. Hear me out first." Song Xiaojang stopped his dad’s glaring, saying, "Look, you are still the head chef in the kitchen, while I’m in charge of procurement. If we take shares, it’s like having a stake, meaning the restaurant isn’t all ours, but we still have a part. For our own benefit, would we not run this restaurant well? After all, our interests are at stake!"
Old Song was taken aback, and after a while said, "That’s quite natural."
He understood Cheng Su well, she knew how to win people over, so offering shares wasn’t too much of a bribe.
"Dad, I do know it’s natural, and I’m not saying she’s bad, just that she’s sharp." Song Xiaojang crossed his legs, saying, "Cheng Su is the sharpest woman I’ve ever met. So, her inviting you to invest must have been carefully calculated."
"So, should we not invest?" Old Song frowned.
"Dad, if you want to invest, just do it." Song Xiaojang shrugged nonchalantly, saying, "I didn’t say her sharpness is bad, just casually mentioned it. Even though she’s meticulous, she’s not shortchanging us."
Old Song laughed, "That’s what I think too." He looked at his son’s face and said, "I’m almost sixty, don’t know how many years I can work. Our family isn’t exactly affluent, working a lifetime only accumulates so much. As for you, your career isn’t progressing much, so I thought if we invest, it counts as an investment. If business goes well, the annual dividend would cover our expenses."
Song Xiaojang blushed and said, "I may not have accomplishments now, but that doesn’t mean I won’t in the future!"
"Counting on you, hmph!" Old Song gave him a sidelong glance and continued, "Think carefully, ten thousand yuan is not a small amount. If it gets lost, it’ll be like throwing it in the water!"
"Dad, we’ve been working with Cheng Su for about a year now, right? She never loses in business. She keeps opening more and more stores, and the business is getting bigger. Plus, I think she’s got a bit of good luck." Song Xiaojang said, a little envious.
Cheng Su’s luck is exceptionally good; it’s like whenever she dozes off, someone comes to give her a pillow. Business has been smooth sailing so far.
"I think she’s indeed a capable person." Old Song agreed.
"So, let’s invest and become shareholders!"
"Alright, let’s do it. But Xiao Jiang, that’s meant to be your dowry fund. You really don’t see any risk?" Old Song asked again.
Song Xiaojang said, "I don’t even have a girlfriend yet, what’s the use of a dowry? I have my salary, I’ll save for myself!"
"Weren’t you just asking Qiulan out for a movie these days?" Old Song raised an eyebrow, "Qiulan is a good girl too. Son, you should work harder so I can hold a grandchild sooner!"
Song Xiaojang’s face flushed, and he said, "She’s way too aloof for me, just forget it, we’ll see later!"
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