The Sweetness of the Seventies
Chapter 843 - 812: 40,000 Yuan, 10% Shares

Chapter 843: Chapter 812: 40,000 Yuan, 10% Shares

Seeing others making money, she felt itchy with envy, jealousy, and hatred!

If it weren’t for her family controlling her, Song Chunli would have partnered with others to do business a long time ago.

Now, those around her who were in business, each one of them was making a fortune, far surpassing her.

"Tiantian can only come over during the summer vacation," Huo Yingjie laughed and didn’t elaborate. When it came to business, he always listened to his wife, He Tiantian.

Hearing this, Song Chunli was temporarily relieved. When Tiantian arrived, she would definitely talk to her about getting more shares and making more money.

Since Huo Yingjie stayed and worked in Yanjing, He Tiantian would probably come as well.

"Good, good," Song Chunli repeated eagerly, as if she saw a lot of money flying towards her.

In order to get more shares, Song Chunli thought of borrowing some money from her maternal family and asking her mother-in-law for some, no matter what, she had to get half of the shares.

Huo Yingjie had lunch at home and then bid farewell and left.

Huo Yingjun saw Huo Yingjie off and was very envious of his car.

"Yingjie, I’ll visit your place and get to know it," Huo Yingjun said, "Come, let me drive to test this imported car."

"Sure," Huo Yingjie said, "Xie Wu, move to the back, let my big brother give it a try."

"Yes," Xie Wu replied, then got out of the car and got in again.

Huo Yingjun tried the new imported car and praised, "My, this engine is just great! It’s not loud, much better than the jeep I used to drive."

"Haha, when the car hits the market in Nan City, I’ll send you one," Huo Yingjie laughed. Through a patent agency in Hong Kong, he earned a lot of money every year; sending Huo Yingjun a car was no big deal for him.

Even an imported car was affordable to give, but he was worried it might trouble Huo Yingjun too much.

"A car is very expensive, not like a bicycle, let’s not bother," Huo Yingjun declined, feeling like he was bleeding inside.

Based on his salary, without eating or drinking, it would probably take ten years to afford a car.

"Just wait," Huo Yingjie chuckled, "I just arrived, brother, and haven’t given you a proper gift yet!"

"Haha!" He really liked it, and Huo Yingjun was very much looking forward to it.

When they arrived home, Huo Yingjun exclaimed, "Second brother, your yard is really nice, didn’t expect it to be this big."

"We have many people," Huo Yingjie said, "Once this place is fixed up, I’ll invite Grandfather and Grandmother to stay."

Buying a small house wouldn’t work at all, as Tiantian’s family would need many rooms when they visit; they couldn’t keep staying at a hotel all the time.

Huo Yingjun sat for a while and then went to work.

Huo Yingjie had Xie Wu drive Huo Yingjun to his workplace.

Huo Yingjie prepared at home to go to work tomorrow.

As soon as Huo Yingjie had left, Song Chunli began to indirectly probe, saying, "Mom, I have forty thousand, if you add a bit more and I borrow some from my maternal family, we can have more money and make our shop even better."

Old Madam Huo looked at Song Chunli and said, "Invest whatever money you have. If I contribute money, wouldn’t I also own a share? After I pass away, the shares can’t just go to your family alone; they must be divided equally."

Song Chunli was stunned. The intention of her mother-in-law was very clear—she was okay with giving money, but she wanted a share in the business.

The mother-in-law had no worries about food or drink at her old age, so what did she want a share in the business for? It was just an excuse, she simply didn’t want to give money.

At that thought, Song Chunli felt a bit suffocated and said, "Mom, why do you want a share in the business? Just consider it a loan from me. When I get my salary or dividends, I will pay you back double."

"That’s me and your father’s coffin fund," Old Madam Huo said. "We won’t give it to anyone. If you don’t have money, you just won’t take a share."

Song Chunli was so blocked by her mother-in-law that she couldn’t speak, her face turning shades of green and white.

At that moment, Zhao Huanhuan entered from outside, tired from a day’s work, ready to wash up and rest early.

"Grandmother, mother," Zhao Huanhuan greeted and then intended to go upstairs.

"Wait a second, I have something to say to you," Song Chunli said, feeling annoyed with her busy daughter-in-law.

If Zhao Huanhuan could make money, why should she try to ingratiate herself with He Tiantian?

Zhao Huanhuan was stunned, seeing the unpleasant expression on her mother-in-law’s face and her grandmother’s displeasure, she became somewhat afraid, hoping not to be used as a scapegoat again!

"Tiantian will be coming to Yanjing in a while, and when she does, she will probably talk about taking a stake in the business. I don’t have much money on hand right now. If you do, you could lend me some, and I will pay you back double when I have the money," Song Chunli said. She had never asked for her son or daughter-in-law’s money before. Now that she needed money, she had to ask.

Old Madam Huo didn’t say a word. If Zhao Huanhuan was willing to give, she wouldn’t interfere.

To each their own in mother-in-law and daughter-in-law disputes—she wouldn’t meddle in their affairs.

If Zhao Huanhuan weren’t willing, then she would speak up.

Zhao Huanhuan was stunned again, then smiled and said, "Mom, Tiantian also told me about it during the New Year. She asked me to prepare the money, and then she will give Yingjun and me a ten percent share."

Which meant, they too would be taking a share, and will not give it to Song Chunli.

Zhao Huanhuan wasn’t foolish; her husband had mentioned how profitable He Tiantian’s shop was—why else could she afford a house worth hundreds of thousands?

Now that her mother-in-law was constantly pressuring her, and if she needed to take money from her mother-in-law in the future, life would be even more difficult. So she decided right then that she must get a stake in He Tiantian’s venture.

Hearing this, Song Chunli grew even unhappier, barely suppressing her anger, and asked, "Did Tiantian mention how much money you need to prepare for that ten percent share?"

If it wasn’t much, she wouldn’t need Zhao Huanhuan’s personal savings.

"Forty thousand," Zhao Huanhuan said. "Here we have our personal savings, the children’s New Year’s money, and my parents promised to lend me fifteen thousand. Altogether, it’s enough."

"Forty thousand?" Song Chunli’s eyes widened. "Forty thousand just for a ten percent share?"

"Yes," Zhao Huanhuan said. "Tiantian is opening a big store in Yanjing. The investment must be huge. Even these forty thousand for a ten percent share, I feel quite embarrassed about it."

Song Chunli’s face looked displeased, but her daughter-in-law had already made arrangements with He Tiantian, and she couldn’t just demand the money back.

The most crucial issue was that a ten percent share was just forty thousand. She had at most forty thousand on hand. If she borrowed a bit more, at most twenty to thirty thousand, that wouldn’t be enough for even a twenty percent investment.

Old Madam Huo saw that Zhao Huanhuan had found a solution, she silently nodded her head. With a minimal effort, she shifted the focus of the discussion to the shares, not their private savings.

"Huanhuan, you must be tired too. Go upstairs and rest early," Old Madam Huo said. "Get some sleep, we will call you for dinner."

"Thank you, Grandmother," Zhao Huanhuan smiled. "Mom, if there’s nothing else, I’ll go upstairs now."

Ignoring her mother-in-law’s displeased look, she hurried upstairs.