Going home for the Chinese New Year with a year-end bonus of 100 million

These words silenced the elders at the table.

Do you think they don't understand these principles?

It's just that life forces us to have no other choice.

Uncle Yang Jianmin lit another cigarette, took a deep drag, and exhaled a bitter-smelling smoke.

"Xiao Fan, your third uncle knows all of this."

"It's our fault, your third aunt and I, for not taking good care of Haozi's studies when he was young, which resulted in him not having much education and being uneducated."

"Tell me, besides coming with us to work on construction sites, what else can we do?"

"Working in a factory tightening screws? On an assembly line, earning five or six thousand yuan a month? It's not as good as working hard on a construction site, where you can earn more."

"We were thinking that while we're still able to work, we should help him save more money so that he can get married, buy a car, and buy a house in the future. We can also lend him a hand."

Yang Fan shook his head, rejecting his idea.

"Third Uncle, that's not how you walk."

"I have an idea, listen to it."

"After this year, our whole family will go to the provincial capital."

"Don't waste your time in the village or at the construction site, come with me."

"I'll invest in you so you can start a small business."

"Let's start with the simplest thing: rent a stall and sell vegetables."

"Haozi can drive, right? I'll buy him a small truck so he can handle the hauling and delivery. It'll be much more convenient."

"My mom and third aunt know how to make tofu, right? We can make some tofu and sell it along with vegetables."

"I've calculated it. Over a month, I can earn just as much as you would on a construction site. Most importantly, it's less tiring and more stable."

"With the whole family together, I can take care of things if anything happens. It's much better than you all being scattered all over the country like this; I don't feel at ease with that."

No sooner had he finished speaking than his third uncle, Yang Jianmin, immediately retorted.

"No! Xiao Fan, this is absolutely unacceptable!"

"I know you mean well, but you make it sound so easy! Renting a stall, buying a truck, sourcing goods—all of that costs money!"

"How much money will we have to invest all this? What if... what if we lose money? Won't all the losses be yours?"

"We're not cut out for this; we can't do it!"

Yang Fan's father, Yang Jianguo, also frowned and spoke up.

"Yes, Xiao Fan. You're just starting to see some progress, you should focus your attention on your own career."

"Our generation is getting old and can't keep up with the pace anymore. You young people have a long life ahead of you."

"If you really want to help, just give Haozi a hand, take him out to see the world, and let him learn something. We won't cause you any trouble."

Ultimately, what they were worried about was money; they were afraid of losing his money and dragging him down.

Yang Fan sighed inwardly.

He knew that without reassuring them, the talks wouldn't go anywhere.

"Dad, Mom, Third Uncle, Third Aunt."

He put down his chopsticks, his expression becoming more serious than ever before.

"Can't you just trust me this once?"

"Alright, then I'll tell you the truth."

"Now, I focus on investing. I have a lot of money, more than you can imagine."

"The costs you incur to open a shop are nothing to me."

"If I lose, so be it. I can afford to lose."

"I've figured it out now. I don't feel comfortable leaving you at home. But I feel even more uneasy sending you to work so hard on the construction site."

"So, after the New Year this year, you have to go, whether you want to or not!"

He spoke these words firmly, with an unquestionable resolve.

"I guarantee that you'll earn just as much as you would on a construction site each year, and the work will be much easier!"

"Let's start by selling vegetables. Once we've got a feel for the business, we can open a small restaurant, a hot pot restaurant, or a convenience store! One step at a time, and life will get better and better, won't it?"

"We'll buy Haozi an apartment in the city then, and he won't have to worry about finding a good wife."

"Third Uncle, aren't you a pretty good cook? We can start a small stall selling fried rice. I'll pay for it, I'll buy the equipment, and we'll figure out how to get customers together!"

He scanned his stunned family members and said, word by word:

"I'm telling you this not to discuss it, but to inform you so you can think about what you can do."

"Let me put this out there: even if I were to invest ten million, it wouldn't be a big burden for me."

"I won't give you the money directly. It's better to teach someone how to fish than to give them a fish; do you understand that principle?"

Ten million!

This number was like a thunderclap, exploding in the small main room.

The four elders were all dumbfounded, their minds blank.

They thought that Yang Fan had earned at most one or two million, which was already quite remarkable.

Ten million? What does that even mean?

They've never seen so much money in their entire lives!

After the initial shock came a deep sense of panic.

Yang Jianguo's face turned deathly pale instantly. He stared intently at his son, his voice trembling.

"Xiao Fan, you... tell Dad the truth, did you... do something illegal or disorderly outside?"

"It doesn't matter if our family is poor, but we absolutely cannot do anything illegal!"

Uncle Yang Jianmin also realized what was happening and echoed with a look of horror, "Yes! Tell us the truth! Confess and you'll be treated leniently; resist and you'll be punished severely! Don't worry, even if something bad happens, we'll sell everything we own to help you!"

Seeing their anxious expressions, as if they couldn't wait to drag him to turn himself in, Yang Fan felt both annoyed and amused, and in the end, all that remained was a feeling of utter helplessness.

"Dad, Third Uncle, what are you thinking?"

He waved his hand, both amused and exasperated.

"Don't worry, every penny I earn is clean and legal."

"Let me tell you the truth, I made a lot of money playing the stock market and in finance a few years ago. You people of this generation probably don't understand how fast money can be made in finance."

He was afraid they wouldn't believe him, so he nudged Xiaoya, who had been quietly watching the show, with his elbow.

"If you don't believe me, ask Xiaoya. She's been exposed to this before, she knows about it."

Xiaoya, who was suddenly called upon, immediately put down her chopsticks, sat up straight, and looked like a student preparing for a defense.

She cleared her throat and nodded seriously.

"Yes, Uncle, Third Uncle, what my brother said is true."

"Working in finance is really lucrative, especially since my brother was lucky enough to accumulate some Bitcoin a few years ago, and that stuff has increased many times over now."

"His money is all from legitimate income, you can rest assured about that."

Xiaoya turned to look at her parents and her third uncle and aunt, her tone full of support and longing.

"Moreover, my brother told me his thoughts yesterday, and I completely agree with them."

"Let's move our whole family to the city and live a good life together. Take it slow, things will get better eventually."

"Anyway, with my brother around, we definitely won't starve. Plus, our whole family is so hardworking, even if we don't make a fortune, we definitely won't lose money. Life will definitely get better and better."

The brother and sister played the roles of good cop and bad cop, and their cooperation was seamless.

Yang Jianguo's expression finally softened. He looked at his third brother, Yang Jianmin, and then at his wife.

Finally, he let out a long sigh, as if he had made up his mind.

"Xiao Fan, since you've put it this way..."

He picked up the bowl of porridge in front of him and took a big gulp, as if trying to give himself some courage.

"Then I need to discuss this matter thoroughly with your third uncle and give it careful consideration."

"After all, there are still some scattered crops on the land at home, and we have to take care of them all."

Yang Fan felt relieved.

He knew that his father's words meant he had given in.

Once he agrees, the deal is basically done.

The rest is just a matter of time.