The fake heiress loves to act? The max-level boss isn't interested in playing along.

"Do you really agree?"

Mr. Zhang was both surprised and delighted.

Zhang's mother smiled bitterly and sighed, "After this incident, I've realized that it's absolutely impossible to do without money."

We used to think that dual-income families were considered well-off in Beijing, with a secure future, but now look at it...

"Huahua is just a young girl, yet she can casually pull out 30,000 yuan. Our meager savings are really nothing."

As she spoke, Zhang's mother looked at Fu Hua with a complicated expression: "Huan Hua, Auntie knows you mean well,"

But this matter... are you sure you don't need to discuss it with your family? Thirty thousand yuan is not a small amount, your parents..."

"Need not."

Fu Hua shook her head. "This money is my own, and I can make my own decisions about it. My parents don't concern themselves with these things."

These words were spoken lightly, but Zhang's mother understood the underlying meaning, recalling Su Yurou's appearance backstage at the nursing home.

She doesn't look like a mother at all.

She felt a pang of sadness and didn't press the matter further.

Mr. Zhang stroked the paper of the business plan, his breathing growing heavier.

He looked up at his wife: "Honey, you...you really agree? Are you sure you agree?"

"agree."

This time, Zhang's mother was very determined. "The worst that can happen is this: we can't pay off the debts, we'll lose the house, and we'll lose our jobs. We might as well take a gamble."

I trust Huahua; that child...is more decisive than us.

At a young age, he was admitted to university without taking the entrance exam; he has outstanding talents; he joined a research station; and he collaborates with the military.

Which of these is something an ordinary girl could do?

If you don't trust Fu Hua, who do you trust?

Mr. Zhang then looked at Fu Hua, his voice a little hoarse: "Hua Hua, have you... thought this through? This is no joke. Doing business is risky. What if we lose money..."

"I'll cover the losses."

Fu Hua said calmly, "I can afford to lose 30,000 yuan, but I'm confident I won't."

She pointed to several key points on the plan: "Uncle, you see, the clothing styles on the market are currently limited. Trendy styles are already coming from the south, but Beijing hasn't caught up yet."

We have a first-mover advantage, I have friends at a newspaper who can help with publicity, and I have other resources... As long as we get started, the prospects are very good.

Regardless of the era, food, clothing, and daily necessities are necessities.

Mr. Zhang took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled.

He looked at his wife, then at his daughter.

Finally, my gaze fell on the two thick envelopes.

After a long pause, he slapped his thigh hard:

"Okay! Let's do it!"

Zhang's mother breathed a sigh of relief and smiled, tears glistening in her eyes.

Zhang Wen had been listening quietly, then asked softly, "Dad, are you really going to quit your job?"

"I resign!"

Mr. Zhang was determined to make a change. "I've wasted half my life in that wretched place. It's time to change my way of life. Huahua is right. Times have changed. We can't cling to a secure job."

Fu Hua smiled and said, "Uncle, let's talk about the details."

The four sat around a stone table, with the project plan spread out in the middle.

Fu Hua explained each point carefully, and Zhang's father listened attentively, asking questions from time to time.

Although Zhang's mother didn't know much about business, she could still chime in when it came to topics like fabrics and styles.

"The first batch of goods can be imported from Guangzhou."

Fu Hua said, "I know a friend who often travels to the south. He can help make connections. I have some designs here, all of which are the latest styles from abroad. They can be modified to suit the domestic market."

"I think Xidan is a good location for the store. There's a lot of foot traffic, and although the rent is a bit expensive, it's worth it."

"Brand name... I've thought of a few for now, uncle and aunt, which one do you think is good?"

Mr. Zhang became more and more excited as he listened, never expecting that Fu Hua had thought so far ahead.

The previous worries vanished, and a light shone in their eyes.

Zhang's mother gradually became involved as well, and even began to calculate how much cash the family still had that could be used.

Watching from the side, Zhang Wen felt her gloom dissipate.

The sun was particularly bright that afternoon, and the watermelon was especially sweet.

So, at the end of despair,

It really can be hope.

After talking for more than two hours, the general framework was set.

Mr. Zhang acted swiftly: "I'll go to my workplace tomorrow to apply for a leave of absence without pay. I won't resign completely yet, just to have a backup plan. Then I'll go on a trip south for an inspection!"

"I'll go with you."

Zhang's mother said, "I need to check the fabric, otherwise I won't feel at ease."

"At your workplace...?"

"Don't worry, the office isn't busy, I can take leave."

Zhang's mother was eager to try.

Fu Hua nodded: "Okay, the travel expenses and initial costs will be covered by this 10,000 li. Uncle, please keep an account of it, and we'll share the profits according to our shares later."

"Definitely, definitely!"

Mr. Zhang said solemnly, "Huahua, don't worry, Uncle will definitely handle this well!"

As the sun began to set, Fu Hua rose to take her leave.

The Zhang family saw her off to the alley entrance, and Zhang's mother held her hand.

A thousand words stuck in his throat, and in the end, he could only manage to say, "Huahua... thank you, thank you so much, if it weren't for you..."

"Auntie, you're too kind. Zhang Wen is my friend."

Fu Hua smiled, "Once the business takes off, I'll have to thank you all."

She left, her silhouette stretching long in the setting sun.

The Zhang family stood at the entrance of the alley until Fu Hua was out of sight before turning back.

When he got home, Zhang's father picked up the two envelopes, his hands still trembling.

Zhang's mother said softly, "This child... is a benefactor to our family."

Thanks to Fu Hua, Zhang Wen's grades improved by several hundred places, giving her hope of getting into university.

Under Fu Hua's guidance, Lei Lei's talents have also improved by leaps and bounds.

"yes."

Mr. Zhang sighed, "Thirty thousand yuan... he took it without batting an eye. This kindness is immense; we will remember it for the rest of our lives."

Zhang Wen suddenly said from the side, "Dad, Mom, we must make the business successful and not let Huahua down."

"right!"

Mr. Zhang clenched his fist, "I'll definitely do it well!"

Leilei returned, drenched in sweat, and asked, "Where's my sister? Did she leave?"

"I'm gone."

Zhang's mother picked up her son and kissed his cheek. "Leilei, our family... will get better and better in the future, and your sister Huahua will come often."

Children don't understand the complex emotions of adults.

She simply said happily, "Really? Then I can see my sister more often? That's great!"

"able."

Mr. Zhang smiled, "I'll buy you lots of new shoes in the future."

As the sun completely set, dim lights illuminated the alleyways.

The aroma of food wafted from the Zhang family's kitchen again.

This time it's not a forced smile.

It is a genuine, vibrant atmosphere filled with hope.

Fu Hua sat lost in thought on the bus home.

Looking at the street scene flashing past the window, I felt very calm.

Thirty thousand yuan is also less than half of her current savings.

She knew this investment was quite risky.

But it's worth it.

The Zhang family is kind and honest, and Zhang's father is capable; they just lack an opportunity.

And she was willing to give that opportunity.

More importantly, through this project,

She can gradually bring some of her business ideas to fruition.

Clothing is just the beginning; there are many more possibilities to come.

Subsequent immortality projects will require sufficient funding.

The car arrived at the station, and Fu Hua got off.

I slowly walked back to the apartment.

.........

Summer sunlight streamed through the blinds in the conference room of the Kyoto University research station.

Cut strips of light and shadow into the long conference table.

Professor Yan stood in front of the whiteboard, writing a line of clear words with the chalk in his hand:

[Military-Civilian Joint Communication Encryption Technology Pre-research Project Team]

Several names have already been listed below, the ink still wet.

Fu Hua sat by the window, twirling a pencil in her hand, her gaze calmly sweeping over the names.

Some were familiar to her, and some were unfamiliar.