Even though Liang Zi and Da Niu were young men, it seemed that their parents were strict, so they happily went home. Lin Yuan was concerned and made a point to remind them, "It’s not easy for young men to earn money. If you get some silver and go to places like Chunfeng Building, I’m afraid you’ll be broke in no time."
Meng Liangdong had nowhere to go, but fortunately, Lin Yuan had cleared a room for him in the back hall in advance so he could move in. Otherwise, Meng Liangdong would have probably ended up sleeping in the streets.
Originally, Lin Yuan wanted to take him to the Fuman Building for a meal, but perhaps his experiences in the academy made it hard for him to forget, and he adamantly refused to go to a restaurant again.
Thinking that he would probably be even more uncomfortable in such situations, Lin Yuan didn’t force him.
Luckily, Meng Liangdong had lived alone for many years and knew how to cook and take care of himself. With the kitchen in the shop stocked with various vegetables and ingredients, he wouldn’t go hungry. Lin Yuan was thus reassured enough to let him stay.
After instructing Meng Liangdong to lock the shop’s door, Lin Yuan and her companions boarded the carriage and left.
Before leaving, Lin Yuan gave the statue of the God of Wealth another look. She had already taken all of today’s earnings with her, leaving only a small portion of silver in the safe.
But what about the statue of the God of Wealth? When Xia Zheng brought it over today, it almost caused a sensation throughout the street. It’s hard to guarantee it wouldn’t be targeted by people with ulterior motives.
Furthermore, with her shop’s grand opening today and the booming business, the petty thieves in town might just be waiting for them to leave before they came to pay a visit.
With this in mind, Lin Yuan told Lin Yi to move the statue of the God of Wealth to the carriage. Since it wasn’t completely dark yet, there were still many people on the street.
Lin Yuan had Lin Yi carry out the God of Wealth without any cover, essentially telling everyone that there was nothing left in the store. Those who were thinking about it should dismiss the idea.
Glancing around the street, Lin Yuan’s gaze swept over a few sketchy individuals, and she let out a cold laugh. It seemed she needed to build a more hidden secret room in the shop, a place to keep silver normally and somewhere to hide in case of emergencies.
Remembering that Sister Mo had closed her own shop to help out today, Lin Yuan specifically went to her fabric store to invite her to dinner.
But at the moment, Sister Mo was in no mood to eat. Although there were no longer any customers in her shop, she still sat blankly at the counter with no intention of closing up.
Knowing she was lost in her thoughts again, Lin Yuan shook her head secretly, "Sister Mo, let’s go to Fuman Building for dinner together."
Lin Yuan’s call brought Sister Mo back to reality. Sister Mo hurriedly shoved whatever she had in her hand into her sleeve and put on a forced smile, "Little sister, have you closed up? How was it, are you exhausted from today?"
A warm feeling filled Lin Yuan’s heart. While everyone else was thinking about how much money she had made, only Sister Mo cared if she was tired.
"Not tired at all, with money to be earned, I don’t feel tired one bit." Lin Yuan blinked her eyes, her endearing demeanor finally bringing a smile to Sister Mo’s face.
As she helped tidy up the fabrics on the counter, Lin Yuan repeated the invitation to dinner, to which Sister Mo shook her head with a smile, "I’ll pass today, I’m quite tired. I’ll join you another day."
Seeing her cheeks, which showed more sadness than fatigue, Lin Yuan knew she was still troubled by Xie Zhiyuan’s marriage and no longer insisted on going to dinner together.
After putting the last bolt of fabric in its place, Lin Yuan suddenly leaned in close to Sister Mo’s ear and asked with a mischievous smile, "Sister Mo, what do you think of Mr. Meng?"