Chapter 19 — Thirty Million And One Man's Worth

"I invested 300,000 yuan in the first store, 450,000 yuan in the second store. In cooperation with Hoa Ngoc, I directly negotiated, and the joint venture was also a condition I set. Currently, the monthly revenue of the two stores plus orders from Hoa Ngoc ranges from 1,500,000 to 2,000,000 yuan."

His mouth opened slightly, but no sound came out at all.

“After deducting expenses, net profit per month is about 400,000 to 500,000 yuan, not counting other growth.”

“In addition, the previous school district house has increased in price by about 15%, financial investment is stable at 4.5% per year, private funds are also profitable, your wife's current total assets——”

I opened my phone, quickly dialed a few numbers and showed it to him.

“36,800,000 yuan.”

The beer can in his hand slipped down, fell to the ground, rolled around and went under the table. He didn't bend down to pick it up.

“Thirty-six…”

“Thirty-six million eight hundred thousand.”

He stood up, sat down again, then stood up again as if his body didn't know how to react properly.

“I… was alone… for two months…”

“It's been almost three months.”

“Can you do all this alone?”

"I'm not alone, there's To Dinh, there's a lawyer, there's a financial manager, but all the decisions are made by me."

He walked around the store three times, stopped on the fourth round, his eyes seemed to be pulled back to reality.

“So what about you?”

“What do you mean?”

"You open a noodle shop, your revenue is two thousand a day, and I make two million a month."

"The noodle shop is my dream, and the other two million is your luck. Your dream is worth much more than my luck."

“Don't comfort me anymore.”

"I didn't comfort you. If you hadn't said 'I raised you' that day, I wouldn't have had the courage to go to this step."

He looked at me, his eyes so deep that it made my heart skip a beat.

"Really?"

“The day I said that, I only had a salary of 8,500 yuan, less than 20,000 in savings, but I still wanted to support a wife who I thought had just lost her job, I didn't hesitate for a second.”

He was silent.

“Minh Vien, you are the best person I have ever met, not because you give me anything, but because when you have nothing, you still give.”

The corners of his eyes turned red. Second time. Last time was when he saw the noodle shop, this time was when he heard me say these words.

“You really are…” his voice was hoarse, “only good at saying good things.”

“I'm telling the truth.”

“The truth sounds best.”

He walked over, suddenly picked me up, and spun me around in the small space of the shop.

“Put me down!”

“Your back is not good!”

“I can handle it.”

He turned around three times before putting me down. The two of us stood there panting as if we had just finished running a long distance.

“Zhu Xiaoxiao.”

“I owe you a noodle shop.”

“I paid it.”

“You still owe me a truth.”

“I said it all.”

“I still owe you something else.”

He bent down and gently kissed my forehead.

“A decent life.”

“What kind of life is called kindness?”

“I have thirty-six million, I have a noodle shop, let's go travel, live a little to make a living.”

“Is the noodle shop not open?”

"If you close for one day, you won't die."

That night, he made a decision.

“Hieu Hieu, I want to tell my mother all about this.”

“The lottery story, the store story, everything.”

“Are you sure?”

“Sure, I don't want to hide it anymore, hide it over and over again very tired, besides…”

“Besides what?”

“Your mother has the right to know, not because she has the right to share the money, but because she is your mother, she should know that her son and daughter-in-law are living well.”

I thought for a moment.

“What about your sister?”

“Say the same thing.”

“What about Thai Quoc Cuong?”

"Let them handle his matters, I'll take care of my money, I'll take care of yours, it's okay if they don't agree, but I don't want to continue living in secrecy anymore."

I looked at him. This man changed a little more, not getting weaker, but becoming more steadfast.

“Okay, I'll arrange it.”

The straight day is a Sunday. The location is our house. People present: mother-in-law and Chu Minh Le. Thai Quoc Cuong did not come, his consumption was limited, and Minh Vien also did not let him come. Tea and water are available, snacks are neatly displayed.