A life of financial freedom

Chu Fang got up after sleeping for only a few hours. It was still foggy and the sky was still dark.

He and Chu's father discussed today's process.

"Hmph..." Chu's mother snorted coldly when she saw Zhong Tingyue, her future daughter-in-law, and turned her head away.

Chu's father smiled apologetically: "You sleep a little longer."

"I'm awake." Zhong Tingyue smiled.

After breakfast, Chu Fang and Zhong Tingyue went to the city to buy various supplies. Originally, they planned to go alone, but thinking that Zhong Tingyue didn't know anyone here, it would be a bit awkward, so they pulled together.

After a while, they arrived in the city and first went to a star-rated hotel to discuss matters with the hotel manager.

"That..." The hotel manager hesitated, "Sorry, we don't contract rural dam banquets."

The so-called 'dam banquet' is a traditional special banquet in Shudu, also called 'flowing banquet', suitable for weddings and funerals, where relatives and friends gather together, and is deeply loved by local people.

Did you find the wrong place? My friend, this is a star-rated hotel that specializes in serving elites. A meal costs several taels of silver. You actually asked me to make a ‘Baba Banquet’?

The hotel manager had endless complaints in his heart.

But in order to maintain his image, he had to keep smiling.

So angry,

"Add money."

"It's not about money." The hotel manager said.

If the star-rated hotel is contracted to make a ‘Baba Banquet’, it will lose its ‘class’ and look so low.

"Add 50%."

"Really not."

"Double it."

"We have principles."

"Double it."

"Deal!" The hotel manager bowed slightly, "We will serve you wholeheartedly."

Chu Fang and Zhong Tingyue left.

"Manager, look at how you looked just now. You almost knelt down to someone." The waiter next to him teased, and imitated the hotel manager's tone and said: "We have principles..."

"Do you think I'm interested in money? No! I'm moved by the filial piety of that customer." The hotel manager glanced at him, "Oh, don't stand here, quickly gather the hotel staff, bring pots and pans, I will take you to make money."

... ...

After leaving the hotel, the two came to a store specializing in funeral and sacrificial supplies, and bought flower baskets, wreaths, paper money, incense and candles, etc. The most was ghost money, and the number of zeros on it was almost countless.

Before leaving, Chu's mother specifically told him to buy a lot of ghost money, so that grandpa would not have no money to spend in the underworld.

"You said..." Zhong Tingyue asked, "With so much paper money printed above, will there be inflation below?"

"Probably not."

"Why?"

Hearing this, Chu Fang touched his chin, thought for a moment, and replied: "Generally speaking, only those who died in the last hundred years have their descendants burning paper money, and those who died early will not get paper money, so the underworld will form a monetary balance."

No, I'm asking for fun, are you really answering?

Zhong Tingyue wanted to dig open Chu Fang's brain and take a closer look at what he was thinking.

Is this a question that a living person would think about?

"Then by this calculation, Qu Yuan should be the richest man in the underworld!" Chu Fang said seriously.

"..."

What a novel mind... Zhong Tingyue pursed her red lips.

The funeral supplies filled the entire van, and Chu Fang went to buy a whole box of "Huazi" and "Maozi". After buying them, the two went home immediately.

When he got home, it was just dawn. The chef of the star-rated hotel was working hard, and many people had come to his house, including relatives, friends, and neighbors... ..., and they all greeted him when they saw him.

"Xiao Fang is back."

"He's much more handsome."

"..."

Chu Fang smiled and greeted these people, and generously introduced Zhong Tingyue. Everyone had already seen the latter, but only knew that she was his girlfriend until the introduction, and also greeted her in a friendly way.

Zhong Tingyue also greeted one by one, and did not face the kind of coldness that strangers have, but communicated in an approachable way, appearing to be generous and very polite.

"Tsk, Xiao Fang's girlfriend is good, she behaves generously and is not afraid of the stage."

"Nonsense! He runs a company, is a big boss, has seen a lot of the world, would he be afraid of you farmers?"

"How did Xiao Fang find one? Find one for my child."

"First of all, you have to be rich."

"Forget it..."

Everyone laughed.

What are you laughing at!

My child is useless, but your child is amazing, right?

Compared with Chu Fang, it is like heaven and earth.

Everyone calculated the cost of the funeral, and it cost at least hundreds of star-rated hotels.Ten thousand, this is just one project, the prices for other aspects are also maxed out, only expensive ones are bought.

Now everyone is a little overwhelmed for a while.

You spent so much money on this funeral, how much should we give as "gift money"?

A few hundred yuan?

I can't afford it.

A few thousand yuan?

Wouldn't that cost me my life?

Qi Guan walked the "gift money" to Chu Fang and handed it to the latter, who refused: "Forget it, we are all neighbors, relatives and friends, there is no need, just treat it as a gathering."

Chu Fang didn't want to accept the "gift money", he didn't lack that little money, and the guests coming was the best respect for "grandfather".

In this busy era, people rarely rush for a meal, and those who can come are all people with intentions.

"This is against the rules." Qi Guan said.

Chu Fang thought about it. They had the custom of accepting gifts here. It was not for money, but for respect to the dead. So he did not force it and said, "Okay, I'll accept it."

And then he said to the many guests, "You are all elders, I am a junior, I still have to say that I don't want gifts over 100 yuan."

After deciding on the gifts, Chu Fang arranged an important position for Zhong Tingyue.

'Minister of Rites', that is, registering the gifts given by the guests, can be familiar with the connections of Chu Fang's family and have a more or less impression.

At first, Zhong Tingyue thought this job was easy, but as time went by, she found out... ...It was not easy.

Most of the people living in the town are elderly people. They speak authentic 'Trump', which she can't understand. She almost wrote someone's name 'Hu' as 'Fu'... ...

Fortunately, Qi Guan's wife Bai Xiangping was 'translating' at the side, so she didn't make a joke.