Why did the system take my request to take photos with a cosplayer seriously?

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Ding Heng wiped the dust off the little white rabbit's face: "What's wrong? Why the long face? Are you unhappy?"

Wenjing asked doubtfully, "Ding Heng, do you really think Yan hope can make money?"

Ding Heng raised an eyebrow: "What, you don't believe her?"

"It's not that I don't believe it..."

Wenjing sighed, "I just feel... her personality doesn't seem like the kind of person who can settle down and run a shop. Besides, she doesn't know anything, so she has to learn everything from scratch."

"Isn't that perfect?"

Ding Heng said casually, "Find her something to do, so she won't be bored out of her mind every day."

The quiet, housekeeper persisted: "I checked, the renovation and initial equipment purchase alone will cost this much. And that doesn't include subsequent rent, labor, and raw material losses..."

When Ding Heng heard the numbers, they were a little lower than he had expected.

"It's alright, not too much."

"Not too much?"

"Lin Man usually only spends about this much when she buys two more bags."

"Forehead……"

Wenjing was speechless, choked with emotion.

Zhao Yanxi's decision to open a coffee shop is likely to result in a loss.

But seeing the man's "it doesn't matter, I can afford it anyway" attitude, she didn't know what to say, but she couldn't help feeling anxious.

That's money her man worked so hard to earn! And she just let that spendthrift woman squander it!

A cup of milk tea was suddenly handed to her, and the straw poked Wenjing's face.

"Little Jingjing!"

Zhao Yanxi sneered, "What are you two whispering about! Talking bad about me, huh?"

"nothing."

Ding Heng remained expressionless. "Wenjing is praising your good taste."

"Really?"

Zhao Yanxi looked at Wen Jing with suspicion.

Wenjing: "..."

She simply couldn't bring herself to say something against her conscience.

Zhao Yanxi snorted and was about to pounce on Wenjing to tickle her when Ding Heng separated them with one hand.

"Alright, stop fooling around. It's almost noon, let's go eat."

"Sure, it's on me, boss lady!"

The three of them went to a nearby Sichuan restaurant.

After entering, Wenjing and Zhao Yanxi went to the restroom to wash the dust off their faces before sitting down to order food.

"By the way, Brother Ding Heng,"

Zhao Yanxi suddenly brought up: "I've already informed my parents about opening the coffee shop."

What did your uncle and aunt say?

"Ugh……"

Zhao Yanxi first sighed, then sat up straight and switched to her father's standard, authoritative tone.

"Nonsense! You haven't even graduated from university yet, what are you doing opening a shop! Other people do business by looking at location and customer traffic, what are you looking at? By your mood?"

She switched back to her own voice, sounding aggrieved: "My mom even chimed in on me and gave me a scolding!"

Ding Heng understood what he meant and could only manage a wry smile.

"Does that mean I have to go and persuade them?"

"hey-hey."

Zhao Yanxi put down her chopsticks, scratched her head, and gave an awkward laugh.

Ding Heng had no choice but to agree: "Okay, I'll go back with you this afternoon."

Before she could finish speaking, Zhao Yanxi leaned in and planted another big, firm kiss on her cheek, without any attempt to hide it.

"Ding Heng is the best!"

Wenjing lowered her head and ate her rice, pretending not to see anything.

In the afternoon, the two drove back to Zhuzhou.

It wasn't the weekend, and both Zhao Xingguo and Zhou Rongmei were at work.

The person who opened the door was Zhao Yanxi's uncle, Zhou Rongsen, who had been arranged by Zhou Rongmei to go on blind dates in Zhuzhou these past few days.

"Xiao Ding!"

Zhou Rongsen opened the door, grabbed Ding Heng's arm and pulled him inside, the movement so forceful that it almost knocked over the shoe cabinet decorations.

"Come in, come in! Come in and sit down! What would you like to drink? Longjing or Pu'er? Or should I have my secretary bring over that box of newly arrived Jin Jun Mei tea..."

Ding Heng seemed a little uncomfortable: "Uncle, we're not strangers, don't bother."

The two sat down, and Zhao Yanxi thoughtfully went to boil water and pour tea.

Zhou Rongsen rubbed his hands together, looking somewhat embarrassed.

"Um... Xiao Ding, your uncle has something he wants to discuss with you."

"You said."

"The money I invested... the returns have been quite good. Do you think we could add a little more? Don't worry, the fees and everything will be handled according to the rules!"

Ding Heng did not answer immediately.

Zhou Rongsen had clearly tasted the sweetness of finance and was starting to think about withdrawing from foreign trade, which was not a very good sign!

If he were to suffer a major setback, Ding Heng would have a hard time explaining it to Zhao Yanxi.

“Uncle, you can’t put all your eggs in one basket. I believe you know better than I do… You’ve built your business over the years, and your reputation, channels, customers, and manufacturers are all things you’ve accumulated. That’s the foundation. The financial market is volatile. You can add a little more investment, but just consider it icing on the cake.”

Ding Heng's words were not harsh; in fact, they could be described as mild.

Zhou Rongsen had been through the ups and downs of life for over a decade, so he could tell the difference between polite formalities and genuine advice.

"Row."

Zhou Rongsen didn't press the matter further: "Uncle will listen to you."

After chatting for a long time, the topic mainly revolved around Zhao Yanxi's shop opening. Under Zhao Yanxi's persistent pleading, Zhou Rongsen finally agreed to speak up for her.

The door lock clicked, and Zhao Xingguo and Zhou Rongmei entered one after the other.

"Xiao Ding, isn't today Monday? What brings you here?"

"Uncle and Aunt, I'm here today to tell you about opening a coffee shop for Yan hope."

Ding Heng said naturally, "Yan hope told me that you guys are a bit worried, so I thought it would be better to talk about it in person."

"Brother-in-law."

Zhou Rongsen spoke up first: "Young people should always give it a try. If you lose money, consider it tuition; it's not a lot of money."

Zhou Rongmei teased her younger brother, "You're quite the peacemaker."

"Yan hope should pay half of the money for opening the coffee shop herself."

Perhaps not wanting to waste time, Zhao Xingguo skipped the pleasantries and went straight to the point: "We can't let Ding Heng pay for everything."

Zhao Yanxi cried out anxiously, "Dad..."

"you shut up!"

Zhao Xingguo glared at his daughter, annoyed: "You're not even married yet, don't you know how much Xiao Ding costs?"

Does he think his future son-in-law is too easily swayed?

Zhao Yanxi is opening a coffee shop! She actually agreed to such an outrageous request?

"Uncle, how about this? You give Yan hope 100,000, and I'll cover the rest."

One hundred thousand was a figure Ding Heng estimated on the spot, no more, no less, just enough for Zhao Xingguo to feel that he hadn't taken advantage of his son-in-law.

The coffee shop was originally a yarn toy he had prepared for Zhao Yanxi, and he didn't care about his own money. But he felt really bad about letting his father-in-law contribute money to it.

Zhao Xingguo pondered for a moment and glanced at his wife.

"Ten thousand it is."

Zhou Rongmei finally made the decision: "Anyway, we don't expect her to make money, so let's just consider it as giving her some experience."

"mom!"

"Did I say something wrong? From childhood to adulthood, what thing haven't you been interested in for only three minutes?"

The mother and daughter started arguing, causing another chaotic scene.

Afterwards, everyone chatted for a while, and after dinner, Ding Heng and Zhao Yanxi got up to say goodbye.

On the way back, it was already completely dark.

Zhao Yanxi sat in the passenger seat, looking thoughtful.

"Brother Ding Heng."

"Ah."

"I have a question for you."