A leisurely life starting in a bar after being reborn

Fu Yan then turned to Liu Meilan: "Mom, you don't need to go to the market to help anymore. I know your back hurts from carrying goods, especially on cloudy or rainy days. From now on, stay home and rest. Play mahjong if you want, do square dancing if you want, go shopping if you want, travel if you want. Your son has money now, it's time for you to enjoy your retirement."

Liu Meilan's tears streamed down her face.

She didn't say anything, she just kept wiping away tears, one after another, until she couldn't stop.

Fu Yan finally looked at Fu Xiao: "Your money can buy a house, a car, nice clothes, and travel. But there are a few rules—you can't spend it recklessly, you can't buy random things, and you can't go astray. You're still in school, so your grades can't be too bad; they have to be acceptable."

"Brother..." Fu Xiao's eyes also reddened, "You really made that much money?"

"When have I ever lied to you?"

"But...five million..." Her hand trembled as she held the card. "That's too much..."

"What's so much? I've been working in America for several years," Fu Yan said casually. "Just spend it without worry, and I'll transfer more money to you when you've spent it all."

……

The family of four sat around three bank cards for a long time without moving.

Fu Jianguo stubbed out his cigarette, picked up the card, and examined it several times, as if he were verifying its authenticity.

"Xiaoyan, tell me the truth, where did this money come from?"

"Earned from doing business."

"What kind of business can make so much money?"

Fu Yan thought for a moment and put it simply: "The internet, building websites, selling them to big companies. Making a profit from each website, I built several. Later, I made some investments, caught a good market trend, and made quite a bit of money."

"Investing? Is that just stock trading?"

"Pretty much, but I'm not a retail investor; I'm an institutional investor."

Fu Jianguo didn't understand what institutional investment meant, but he did understand "catching a good market trend".

"So, is this money... obtained legitimately?"

"Dad!" Fu Xiao cried out, "Don't you know what kind of person my brother is?"

Fu Jianguo ignored her, his eyes still fixed on Fu Yan.

"It's legitimate." Fu Yan met his gaze. "Every penny is legitimate and clean. I paid taxes in the US, and when I returned to China, I went through official banking channels, handled by the head office of the national bank. If you don't believe me, I'll have the bank statements show you."

Fu Jianguo remained silent for a while before putting the card down.

"I believe you. You've never liked lying since you were little, and when you lie, your eyes would dart around. But your eyes aren't dart around now."

Fu Yan paused for a moment, then smiled.

It turns out that he had a problem since childhood that he was unaware of.

"So, is this money enough for you to live on for the rest of your life?" Fu Jianguo asked again.

"enough."

"Is that enough?"

"That's enough. I could live my whole life without ever having to work."

Fu Jianguo nodded and asked no more questions.

After wiping away her tears, Liu Meilan finally spoke, her voice still nasal: "Xiaoyan, do you mean... you're not going back to America?"

"I'm really not going back. I've settled down in Yanjing and opened a bar."

How much money can you make by opening a bar?

"Not necessarily, but I don't expect it to make money. I have enough money saved up, and the bar is just a way to make a living, to keep myself occupied, otherwise I'd be bored all the time."

Liu Meilan nodded, then wiped away her tears again: "That's good, that's good... You're in Yanjing, close to home, so Mom can rest assured..."

Fu Xiao suddenly held up the card in her hand: "Brother, can I really buy a house?"

"Can."

"Buying from Yanjing?"

"Both Beijing and Bincheng are fine, you can choose yourself."

"Then I want to buy one in Yanjing!" Fu Xiao's eyes lit up. "I want to stay in Yanjing as a teacher after graduation, and if I have a house, I won't have to rent!"

"Okay, when we get back to Yanjing, Yang Yi will arrange it for you. You can just pick whatever you want."

Who is Tavia Yeung?

"My banking advisor, she handles all these matters."

Fu Xiao said "Oh," and looked down at the bank card in her hand as if it were a ticket to a new world.

-

At night, Fu Yan lay in his childhood room, listening to the wind outside the window.

The room hadn't changed much. His high school posters were still on the wall, a few dusty textbooks sat on the bookshelf, and an old alarm clock on the bedside table ticked away.

He knew he had stunned his family tonight.

Five million is an astronomical figure for this family. Fu Jianguo and Liu Meilan have sold fish their whole lives, and their savings are only two or three hundred thousand. Fu Xiao's monthly living expenses are 1,500, which she feels is enough.

The shock of everyone suddenly receiving five million is immense.

But I have no regrets about what I said.

He concealed a fact—five million was just a drop in the ocean. His true net worth, if revealed, would give them a heart attack.

That's enough for them to know that "their son is rich." They can deal with the rest later.

-

In the next room, Fu Jianguo lay on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

five million.

He's been selling fish for twenty years, making two or three yuan per fish. He sells two or three hundred a day, earning five or six hundred yuan on good days, but not even breaking even on bad days. Five million—how many fish would he need to sell?

It's impossible to calculate. And he doesn't want to calculate it anymore anyway.

He wasn't afraid his son would do anything wrong—Fu Yan had always been the kind of child who was easy to manage, did well in school, didn't cause trouble, and had his own ideas. A child like that couldn't possibly go astray.

But he just couldn't understand why making money overseas was so easy.

Or is it that his son is truly capable?

Fu Jianguo turned over and looked at the ceiling.

"Old man, you're not asleep either?" Liu Meilan's voice came from the side.

"Um."

"I did the math, and if I deposited that five million in a bank, the interest would be at least a hundred thousand a year, right?"

"almost."

"Over ten thousand...that's more than what we made selling fish together."

Fu Jianguo remained silent.

"Old Fu, do you really think we don't need to sell fish anymore?"

"...My son said he doesn't want us to sell it anymore."

"So what are we going to do? We can't just stay home all day, can we?"

Fu Jianguo thought for a moment and said, "Let's pack up the fish stall tomorrow and talk about it after the New Year."

"Hmm," Liu Meilan responded, then remained quiet for a moment. "Old Fu, our son has really made something of himself."

"Um."

"Are you having trouble sleeping too?"

"nonsense."

-

Fu Xiao was also awake.

She held the bank card, examining it from all angles. The card glowed a faint red in the moonlight, the bank's logo barely visible in the darkness.

five million.

She spent the whole night doing the math in her head: a two-bedroom apartment within the Third Ring Road of Beijing cost around 1.5 million to 2 million last year. Renovation and furniture would cost 200,000. A car would cost around 100,000. That would leave her with nearly 3 million.

Three million deposited in a bank, the interest after one year...

She's bad at math and couldn't figure it out.

But she knew she would never have to worry about money again.

Fu Xiao turned over, pressed the bank card to her chest, and closed her eyes.

The corners of his mouth were turned up.

-

Fu Yan listened to the noise from the next room and smiled.

Of the four family members, none of them were asleep except for him.

He closed his eyes, listened to the ticking of the old alarm clock, and slowly drifted off to sleep.

Tonight, he was probably the person who slept the most soundly in the world.