There's a saying that n beco bad when they co into money, but it's not necessarily about spending money on bad things. It's about broadening their horizons through the process of making money, eting all kinds of people, and continually growing in various aspects. As a result, a person becos even more charming.
Suming is feeling this deeply now. Every day, when he gets out of bed and looks in the mirror, he thinks he looks even more handso than yesterday! There's no doubt about that!
With a bunch of pretty girls each with their own characteristics swirling around him, rumors are inevitably flying. Even when Suming looks in the mirror, he can't help but give a thumbs-up to the handso guy reflected there!
Young, handso, wealthy, and caring, able to perform five, six, seven, eight tis in a good night, such an outstanding guy is simply the national heartthrob. And yet, he's managed to withstand all sorts of temptations and has been faithful to Nangong Yan from the start.
What a role model for the nation, haha!
"What are you thinking about?" Hong Feifei saw Suming with a daydreaming look and a silly smile like an idiot on his face, and she glared at him, "Are you even listening to ?"
"Oh, oh, oh, of course I'm listening," Suming nodded earnestly.
After dealing with Xin Linli's little mood, it was Hong Feifei's turn.
Suming had a talk with Hong Feifei so ti ago when she was in a bad mood. It seems that won are prone to moodiness.
With a sudden change in her family, the already sensitive Hong Feifei felt her relationship with Ding Jing had quietly started to change, with the emotional distance growing wider. Suming advised her back then that she should have her own career to distract herself. These days were not ancient tis. A modern woman who focuses all her attention on her other half completely forgets to live her own life. If this goes on for too long, even if Ding Jing isn't the problem, Hong Feifei's own mindset would deteriorate.
Besides, this other half is sa-sex, for crying out loud.
In short, Suming encouraged Hong Feifei to find sothing serious to do, to venture into the catering business, instead of just ssing around with won or being ssed around by them all day.
Hong Feifei didn't respond at the ti, and there was no news afterward, but today she ca to dine with Xin Linli and asked Suming to stay after the al, specifically to discuss this matter.
"Ding Jing and I have discussed it, and she really supports doing sothing," Hong Feifei said.
Suming's eyes nearly rolled back into his head. For such a big issue, she didn't discuss it with him, which was fine since he was an outsider, but the first person she consulted wasn't her father Hong Bo, but her lesbian lover?
Girls are outgoing, no doubt about that. It's one thing to be swindled by a pretty boy, but damn, even swindled away by another lady? What's the world coming to? If he ever has a daughter... just the thought is enough to send shivers down his spine.
"Don't look at with such disdain..." Suming's expression was obviously scornful, which Hong Feifei imdiately noticed as she pouted and muttered, "But I don't want to use her money, nor her resources. Even if I did sothing with her support, I still feel like I'm drifting further from her, as if my entire life is given to by her..."
"Enough!" Suming couldn't listen anymore. In his heart, he's sowhat resistant to the concept of a sa-sex relationship. If all won in the world were lesbians, wouldn't humanity beco extinct? This is classic self-destruction.
But he couldn't be bothered with the concerns of all mankind. He always followed the three principles of not supporting, not opposing, and not participating.
Even so, it was still unbearable to have one girl sitting in front of him, discussing her emotional journey with another girl.
"Why are you getting angry?" Hong Feifei was startled.
"I'm not angry," Suming pointed to his own nose. "Do I look like a confidante to you? You know, the kind that hosts a midnight radio show, plays songs for people, gives advice on the crappy relationship issues of little couples, with a gentle voice but looks like an auntie?"
Hong Feifei couldn't help but laugh at his comnt, then she spread her hands, "So, be my confidante, or invest and give the money to open a restaurant. You choose one!"
"Is it really a problem if it can be solved with money?" Suming waved his hand dismissively, "Money is all it takes, right? Why bother with feelings? Just tell how much you need, I'll cover it."
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On an afternoon with neither wind nor rain, Hong Family Private Kitchen reopened in the bustling comrcial district of Yangchuan City. Thanks to the good reputation and custor base built at Whisperwind Pavilion, the restaurant was packed on its opening day despite minimal advertising, with long lines of custors waiting to be seated.
Two parrots were brought in as a novelty attraction, spewing dish nas to waiting custors, chirping and chattering, attracting many diners and passersby and adding to the lively atmosphere.
However, in front of Hong Family Private Kitchen's na, there was an additional prefix: a subsidiary company of Taoyuan Catering Group.
The so-called Taoyuan Catering Group, despite its daunting na, only consisted of Hong Family Private Kitchen, the small building that housed Whisperwind Pavilion, and the zoo's catering departnt. Behind these three units was Suming, the big boss, with Hong Bo in charge of the operations and Hong Feifei as the head chef.
Talking about emotions costs money, and avoiding emotions also costs quite a bit. In total, Suming had thrown in almost twenty million into the reopening of Hong Family Cuisine.
Upon hearing the news, Ding Jing sought out Suming for a serious talk to find out whether he was just lending Hong Feifei a hand, making an investnt, or planning to officially enter the restaurant industry.
Without making Ding Jing overly concerned, there indeed were many favorable conditions for Suming now venturing into the restaurant business.
In terms of personnel, there was the managent talent Hong Bo and the technical talent Hong Feifei—particularly the latter, who could turn dark cuisine into sothing fantastically flavored and was truly a national treasure.
Resource-wise, Sun Town's local specialties, wild boar at, the produce from the three Taoyuan locations behind the zoo, and the fish from Shuijun Lake and Huating Reservoir were all superb ingredients.
Economically, the hundreds of millions in Suming's pocket were insignificant in the stock market's whirlwind, but in Yangchuan City's restaurant business, if he wasn't a behemoth, he was at least a big Hei fish—none of the small fry could possibly challenge him.
With twenty million plunged in, even Ding Jing, the leading figure in the restaurant business, felt unsettled and ca to sound out Suming.
To tell the truth, Suming himself was sowhat dazed, unclear whether he was helping out, investing, or preparing for a full-scale dive into the restaurant industry.
Feeling as though he had reached a bottleneck, Suming, the helmsman of Taoyuan Group, was sowhat lost about the future.
Right now, Taoyuan Group had spread its wings wide across tourism, catering, entertainnt, technology, agriculture, and had even delved into real estate.
Everything seed to be progressing fairly well—each sector either boasted remarkable performance or had independent talents who could see a bright future ahead.
Yet, the group's helmsman had no clue about his next move at this mont.
He didn't even know how to spend his money. Funding big productions was beyond his budget, expanding the winery was unnecessary for now, the twenty million investnt in the restaurant business had reached its limit, the breeding business was progressing steadily, and real estate required even bigger investnts. The plan for Sun Town Nursing Ho was under way, where the money ca in slowly, spending was slow as well—more a trickle than a flood; the sa with tourism and technology.
It seed like everything had stabilized, just waiting for the companies to systematically continue their developnt.
But sothing felt off.
In the beginning, for just a small boat business, he would devise plans with painstaking effort. Earning tens of thousands would exhilarate him for a long ti as he racked his brains for the next economic growth point.
But now, that drive seed to have faded. Even though he appeared busy, Suming knew he felt aimless, as if he had lost his direction, wandering in a daze.
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