Hard work after winning the lottery

Three days later, in the evening.

It was after dinner again.

The leftover food on the eight-immortal table in the main room had been removed.

Instead, there was a pot of freshly brewed tea and several dishes of melon seeds and peanuts.

The atmosphere wasn't as heavy as last time; instead, it was relaxed and casual, like chatting about everyday things.

Hua An originally wanted to slip away after finishing his meal.

Just as he stood up, Hua Shu tapped the back of his hand with his pipe.

"sit down."

"Does he have a nail in his butt? How old is he, and he still can't settle down?"

Hua An had no choice but to sit down, even though he felt awkward.

He kept his head down, his fingers unconsciously picking at the lacquer on the corner of the table.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that my sister was holding another stack of papers.

His heart skipped a beat, and the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end.

Just as I was about to say "I don't want to," Hua Yun beat me to it.

"Xiao An, lift your head."

Hua Yun's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a sense of authority.

Hua An subconsciously raised his head and met his sister's clear, bright eyes.

There was no blame, no charity, only peace.

"Last time, I didn't think things through properly. I was only thinking about how to divide the money, not how to divide the responsibility."

Hua Yun got straight to the point, her tone as calm as if she were discussing tomorrow's weather.

"I've figured it out these past few days."

"If you think taking 60% is a bargain, then you're being treated like an outsider."

"This time, let's talk about it differently."

As she spoke, she pushed a piece of paper with a pie chart drawn on it to the center of the table.

This time, there were no complicated legal clauses, just a simple and clear large circle.

It was cut into several pieces.

"We consider all of Xishan Muyun's current assets, as well as its future appreciation potential, as ten parts."

Hua Yun held up four fingers, her eyes sharpening.

"You and I, as the main operators and decision-makers in this industry in the future, each take four shares."

That means each accounts for 40%.

Hua An was stunned for a moment.

Just as he was about to speak, Hua Yun pressed her hand down, stopping him from saying anything.

"Don't rush to refuse."

"These four portions aren't free."

"It is inextricably linked to future responsibilities and risks."

Hua Yun leaned forward slightly, her gaze sharp and piercing straight into her younger brother's heart.

"Taking this 40% means you are the true owner of this whole affair."

"If we encounter sheep disease, if our sales channels are disrupted, or if someone is jealous and tries to sabotage us in the future..."

"Or they lost money or suffered a loss."

"You have to be at the forefront."

"You need to take four times the risk and put in four times the effort of an average person."

"You could even say you're betting your youth and future on this sheep farm."

At this point, Hua Yun paused, her tone becoming serious.

"If you don't do a good job in the future and lead the sheep farm astray, or if you cheat and do nothing of substance."

"Our whole family has a meeting and we have the right to take back your shares at any time and adjust this ratio."

"At that time, don't even think about getting 40%, let alone 4%."

These words were spoken with great conviction.

They cleverly replaced the concept of "gift" that made Hua An feel ashamed with "equal entrustment of responsibility and ability".

In this logic, the shares are no longer a gift from the older sister.

Hua An's expression changed.

The humiliation of being seen as a "gold digger" disappeared.

Instead, there is a competitive spirit aroused by challenges, and a sense of tension from being entrusted with important responsibilities.

This was the idea Zhou Yanjin came up with for Hua Yun.

Talking about money with a proud and passionate young man like this is an insult.

Talking to him about responsibility, challenges, and the consequences of not working hard can actually ignite his fighting spirit.

Seeing that her younger brother's expression had softened, Hua Yun turned her head and looked at her father and grandfather who were sitting to the side smoking.

Her gaze softened instantly.

"As for the remaining two portions..."

"Grandpa and Dad, one portion each, 10% each."

Hua Shu froze, his hand holding the pipe trembled, and ash fell onto his trouser leg.

"What? I want one too?"

"What would an old man like me, half-buried, need this thing for?"

He waved his hands repeatedly, looking terrified.

Hua Yun smiled, a smile that was both gentle and firm.

"Dad, Grandpa, this is what you deserve."

"Although I started Xishan Muyun, you laid the foundation."

"Those hundreds of sheep were fed by Dad one by one."

"The grass covering the mountains and fields was planted by Grandpa and others, one hoe at a time."

"Without the foundation you laid, and without your support over the years, there would be no online store today."

"This is what is known as 'initial public offering (IPO) shares'."

"It is also the cornerstone of our Hua family."

This plan is perfect.

This clearly defined Hua An's core position and enormous responsibilities, allowing him to take them with a clear conscience.

It also acknowledged the contributions of the elders, bringing the family closer together.

The interests of the family and the responsibilities of the individual are perfectly integrated on a thin sheet of paper.

A brief silence fell over the room.

Only from the charcoal brazier in the corner could one occasionally hear a crisp "crackling" sound.

Hua An stared at the paper on the table, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

His palms were sweaty.

If you give him money directly, he can throw it back without hesitation.

But now, his sister has placed a heavy responsibility in his hands.

Tell him: Want to be a man? Then take on this responsibility!

Can he refuse?

Refusing is admitting your incompetence, your fear of responsibility, and your inability to manage the household.

That was the greatest insult to him.

But he was also a little scared.

This burden was too heavy, so heavy that he could hardly breathe.

Just as he was hesitating, a rough, large hand patted him heavily on the shoulder.

With a "snap".

The force was so great that Hua An's body swayed.

Hua Shu stood up at some point, and his eyes, etched with wrinkles by time and hardship, shone with an unprecedented light.

"Kid!"

Hua Shu's voice was deep and powerful, carrying a rustic quality like that of the earth.

"Your sister's already put it this way, if you're a real man, just accept it!"

"Stop being so fussy and girly!"

"Giving you shares is so you can work, not so you can enjoy the fruits of your labor!"

"Make something of yourself to show your sister, and show the whole Hua family!"

"Don't betray your sister's trust, and don't let people look down on the Hua family for being spineless!"

That slap seemed to wake Hua An up.

It was as if the passion in his blood had been ignited.

He suddenly raised his head, looked at Hua Yun, and then at his father and grandfather.

The whole family was watching him.

Hua An took a deep breath.

He inhaled so quickly that his chest even ached slightly.

There was a long silence.

Even after a long time.

Finally, he pursed his lips tightly and nodded heavily.

The movement was so exaggerated that it looked like he was going to snap the neck.

From deep in his throat, like squeezing toothpaste, he forced out a single word:

"……OK!"

"That's right!"

Hua Mutou was so happy that he slapped his thigh and grinned so hard that his face was covered in wrinkles.

"These are truly fine sons of the Hua family!"

Li Guifen secretly wiped away tears of joy from the corner of her eye.

She didn't understand anything about shares; all she knew was that the family was harmonious again, and that was better than anything else.

This internal family equity negotiation has finally come to a satisfactory conclusion in a way that is acceptable to all parties.

There were no arguments, no grudges.