Super God Pet Shop

Chapter 106 Rising to Fame

While waiting for business, Su Ping also used the newly acquired Shadow Clone nurturing function to continue nurturing his pet beasts.

This shadow clone is essentially Su Ping's own clone, with the same aura and strength as him, and their consciousnesses are connected. Su Ping can actively interfere with the cultivation method of the shadow clone, or he can entrust it to cultivate on its own.

The Shadow Clone is a clone created by the system based on Su Ping. It inherits most of his personality and is nurtured in a way similar to Su Ping's own personality. Furthermore, Su Ping will know everything the Shadow Clone encounters in its nurturing location, and this information will be simultaneously transmitted to his mind.

By 10 p.m., Su Ping had finished raising all the pets he had received that day.

Once the shop opens tomorrow morning, their owners can come and pick them up.

With this shadow clone cultivation function, Su Ping's cultivation efficiency increased several times over. Most importantly, this shadow clone cultivation does not consume his own energy.

Having not received any business, Su Ping grew tired of waiting and closed the shop, riding his bike home.

As soon as Su Ping arrived at his doorstep, he heard his mother and sister laughing in the living room, seemingly chatting happily.

Su Ping took out his keys and opened the door. Seeing Su Ping come in, Li Qingru looked over, her face still flushed from laughing, and asked, "Why are you back so late today?"

"The shop was busy and I'm late," Su Ping said casually, changing into slippers and going inside.

Sitting next to Li Qingru, Su Lingyue slightly pursed her lips, her expression already calm. She watched TV by herself, stroking the snowball on her lap, as if she hadn't seen Su Ping.

Su Ping ignored her, changed into his home clothes, sat on the sofa stool next to her, took out his phone, transferred 50,000 yuan from his account to his mother's account, and said, "Mom, check your text messages."

Li Qingru was puzzled. She picked up her phone and glanced at it. Just then, a text message arrived, a bank deposit notification.

She clicked on it, her face filled with surprise, and exclaimed, "Fifty thousand? How can there be so much money?"

Su Lingyue, who had a calm expression, raised an eyebrow. Although her eyes were still fixed on the TV, she noticed the two people next to her out of the corner of her eye.

"This is the money the store earned in the first half of the month. There are also some big orders, and there will be some final payments after they are completed," Su Ping said casually. The thank-you fees he received today were more than 50,000 yuan, but he did not take it all out. This was partly to prevent himself from needing money in case he was short of funds, and partly because he was afraid that if he took out too much at once, it would be too troublesome to explain.

"The money earned from the store?" Li Qingru was stunned.

Ever since the shop was handed over to Su Ping, it has been losing money.

Monthly income is gradually decreasing, and business is getting worse and worse.

She even contacted some of her old customers to come and patronize the store, hoping to give Su Ping some confidence, but unexpectedly, these old customers were also driven away by Su Ping.

She had no choice but to watch the shop decline until she finally gave up and handed it all over to Su Ping to let him do as he pleased.

But unexpectedly, this store, which had been losing money all along, suddenly managed to come up with such a large sum of money this month.

Fifty thousand yuan, although it is still slightly less than her previous turnover, is more than ten times her previous monthly income of only a few thousand yuan!

Li Qingru's eyes suddenly reddened slightly. The money was secondary; the change showed that Su Ping had finally learned to be ambitious.

Su Ping hadn't expected that just giving her some money would move Li Qingru to tears, but he could sense the bitterness and relief in her eyes. Perhaps she saw a hopeless case finally being helped to a better life.

With a sigh in his heart, Su Ping said, "Mom, you don't need to worry about the shop anymore. With me here, I can definitely support you and her."

Su Lingyue, who was trying her best to keep her expression unchanged, had eyes full of pride and stubbornness, but when she heard Su Ping's last words, she was slightly stunned. Her? This "her" refers to herself...?

She thought Su Ping would only mention his mother, since she and this guy were tacitly aware that they didn't like each other. But she didn't expect that even though he made money, he still thought of her.

She fell silent for a moment.

The corners of her mouth twitched slightly.

After a moment, her chest rose and fell slightly as she took a deep breath, and then her expression returned to normal, calm and composed.

Humph.

Who needs you to support them?

You should focus on supporting yourself first.

My power is beyond your comprehension!

Although that was her inner monologue, when she glanced at Su Ping, her gaze was no longer as indifferent as before.

"Okay, I knew you'd make the restaurant a success," Li Qingru said with a smile, almost bursting into tears of joy. But she felt that crying at such a joyous time would spoil the atmosphere, so she stood up and said, "I'll go heat up your food first."

After saying that, without waiting for Su Ping to say anything more, he got up and quickly went into the kitchen.

Su Ping glanced at her fleeing figure, his eyes flickering slightly, and felt a strange pang of sorrow in his heart.

Su Lingyue glanced at Li Qingru's retreating figure, then at Su Ping, and scoffed, "Look at you, you've made Mom cry."

Su Ping glanced at her but ignored her.

Su Lingyue rarely took the initiative to speak, but seeing that he didn't respond, she got angry again, snorted, turned her head away, and continued watching her TV.

Soon, the food was served.

Su Ping washed his hands and eagerly went to the table to prepare the meal.

He had put on quite a show, but to his surprise, only one of the dishes was intact; the rest were a complete mess.

Su Ping's lips twitched; he knew what was going on without needing to be told.

He glanced at Su Lingyue, who was sitting next to him watching TV.

Su Lingyue's cheeks flushed slightly when she saw the dishes. She coughed lightly, got up, and went upstairs.

"Your sister was starving today too. I just made you some new chicken drumsticks. Have some first," Li Qingru said on behalf of Su Lingyue.

Su Ping knew her good intentions, nodded, said nothing, and picked up the chicken leg to eat.

"With this money, I'll go pick out a good Thunder Mouse for your sister tomorrow." Li Qingru smiled as she sat down to chat with Su Ping.

Su Ping quickly said, "No, let her choose for herself. It's time for her to develop her own taste."

It's just a Thunder Rat. No matter how much you pick its aptitude, it's still just so-so. It depends on how you raise it. He didn't want his mother to work too hard on this.

"That's right, I can choose for myself," Su Lingyue said, peeking back from the corner of the stairs as she went upstairs.

After saying that, she glared angrily at Su Ping. "Refine your eye? What right do you have to say that? Do you think my eye is any worse than yours?"

Su Ping ate a chicken leg, a satisfied look on his face, in response.

snort!

Su Lingyue angrily pulled her head back and stomped heavily up the stairs.

After finishing his meal, Su Ping washed his face, wiped the grease from the corners of his mouth, and went upstairs. When he reached the top of the stairs, he turned around and saw a vortex of star power gathering in the room next door, where someone was cultivating.

Although he felt somewhat helpless about his younger sister, Su Ping had to admit that she was very hardworking and diligent.

You should know that cultivation is very tedious. Although it sounds mysterious, it is just as tiring as working a regular job. It is easy to get exhausted and is not a wonderful thing.

If cultivation were so enjoyable, everyone would be a cultivation fanatic, needing to do nothing but eat and drink.

Withdrawing his gaze, Su Ping returned to his room. He lay on his bed, cultivating while planning his itinerary for tomorrow.

Now that the shop has been upgraded, I can go to the academy to report for duty tomorrow after I get some work.

I'll have to go there sooner or later.

Moreover, being a mentor to students might also help to improve one's own shop's reputation, which is a win-win situation.

Thinking this, Su Ping fell asleep contentedly.

I feel dawn.

The next day, without the pranks, Su Ping woke up feeling a little bored, but he quickly shook his head to shake the word "bored" out of his mind. He wasn't that perverted; he couldn't possibly be addicted to being tortured.

After having breakfast downstairs, Su Ping rode his bicycle at breakneck speed to the store.

As soon as Su Ping arrived outside the store, before his car even stopped, he saw seven or eight people waiting at the store entrance, all of whom were familiar faces from yesterday.

Su Ping was surprised that they actually came, and so early at that, but she calmly locked her bicycle to the tree.

As Su Ping locked his car, someone noticed him and, overjoyed, rushed over.

"Boss, you're finally here!" a young man exclaimed with delight.

Su Ping remembered that the other person's name was Zhang Baoxing, and he was a customer from yesterday.

The others realized what was happening and quickly gathered around.

"Boss, I've finally waited for you."

"Boss, could you breed it for me one more time today?"

Clearly, having tasted success yesterday, these people are here again today seeking further training.

"Either is fine, let me go first," Su Ping said.

The crowd quickly made way and stood respectfully on both sides, as if they were waiting for their elder brother to come out of seclusion.

Su Ping was also speechless, feeling that he might have to do this every morning in the future; being too popular seemed to be a bit noisy.

He took out his keys and went to open the door.

The students next to him were very eager. When they saw Su Ping bending down to pull the door, they quickly squatted down to help him pull it up as well.

Su Ping entered the store, glanced at the crowd that followed him in, and said, "Line up, one at a time."

"Okay." The crowd quickly lined up in the order they entered the store.

Su Ping was somewhat surprised that they were so obedient, and he once again felt the powerful appeal of his shop's service. He took out the registration book and said, "First person, state your name and what service do you want?"

"Zhang Baoxing, I want to breed it again. It's my Crimson Flame Dog from yesterday." Zhang Baoxing, who was standing first, quickly straightened up and spoke loudly and seriously, as if he were receiving military training.

Su Ping's ears were ringing a little. It was early morning, and his body hadn't fully recovered yet. He was still a bit groggy and said irritably, "No need to shout so loudly. Just pay first."

"Okay." Zhang Baoxing was overjoyed to see Su Ping agree. He quickly took out his phone to transfer money to Su Ping and then summoned his Crimson Flame Hound.

As soon as it landed, the Crimson Flame Hound stood majestically with its four paws treading on flames.

But upon seeing this familiar surroundings, the Crimson Hound suddenly froze.

When it saw Su Ping's face, its dog eyes shrank even more sharply.

(End of this chapter)