Chapter 467: Jointly Safeguarding Wealth

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A high-end furniture store, where foot traffic was sparse; a sales assistant led them slowly through, letting them browse leisurely.

Liu Tianxian still had her bag slung over her shoulder, wearing a baseball cap and sunglasses; she and her mother touched the bright red bedding displayed before them—it looked brand-new and felt exceptionally soft.

But they only touched it briefly before moving on, continuing their tour.

Fang Hong and Xu Liyun, mother and son, lagged behind; Xu Liyun seized the moment to ask: "Son, isn't this too extravagant? Buying such an expensive house and throwing such a huge wedding?"

"It's fine—we're doing it for ourselves. If we make it too plain, people will gossip." Fang Hong replied casually.

"I know that's what you say, but you're spending way too much. I think a modest scale is fine—no need for such a grand display." Xu Liyun said.

"Liu Tianxian has been wonderful to our family; giving her a grand wedding is only right. Besides, the money isn't just ours spending—it's theirs too. The renovation, furniture, appliances, bedding—all of that's their money." Fang Hong counted off on his fingers.

Hearing this, Xu Liyun fell silent.

When he said that last line, he pointed at him, his gaze fixed tightly on him.

The two mothers up front were examining a large red bed.

"One year." Fang Hong's tone grew heavier.

"Pfft, your behavior is seriously suspicious!" Liu Tianxian tapped his head.

Liu Tianxian eyed him skeptically: "You're such a big boss—and your salary's this little?"

He clearly had money, yet insisted on installment payments—it left her baffled.

"You can't even earn as much as I can." Liu Tianxian was speechless.

"Don't you dare say that—where would my face go? If the wedding's too small, where would your face and mine go? Wouldn't people laugh?" Fang Hong said. "Then what do we do? You said you had no money." Liu Tianxian looked at him.

So he wasn't poor—his wealth simply existed in another form, one that flowed steadily, not drained dry all at once.

The two mothers turned back, saw them playing around; Liu Xiaoli shook her head: "My daughter's just mischievous."

If you have money, don't skimp. If you don't, you still need to save.

If it's not enough, just work harder.

For example, if Chang'e Technology collapses, if loans get called in, sell a portion of your shares in Zhonghuajia, or sell outright—you'll get massive funds in short order.

"Can it sell well?" Liu Tianxian asked, puzzled.

At least Universal was very interested in Zhonghuajia.

His original budget had been three hundred million for the wedding; even if he overspent, he could shift funds around.

"Yeah." Liu Tianxian accepted everything offered, but she was curious, leaning close to whisper: "How much is your salary?"

Liu Tianxian patted her chest confidently, then added: "Tell me—are you out of money?"

Each side bears their share; if we're stingy, it throws things off balance.

She hadn't paid much attention then—just listened half-heartedly.

"Do you have money on hand?" Xu Liyun was worried about this.

"You've known me for years—have you ever seen me fail?" Fang Hong countered, smiling teasingly.

It just seemed odd now—he was clearly preparing for a wedding home; she'd actually reached the point of getting married.

"Then I get it—I'll ask my mom to keep the scale smaller, don't make it too grand." Liu Tianxian was understanding.

"I remember!" Liu Tianxian nodded.

"Yes, if you're in trouble, your mom can't help you—only I can."

It's packed full—but no one knows how much is inside yet.

"I just want to give you a grand wedding. Money? Spend it, then earn more." Fang Hong said.

Chang'e Technology hadn't yet turned profitable or set his salary standard.

Previously, she and the mother-daughter pair had agreed: furniture and renovation costs would be borne by the bride's side—not the groom's. That's the dowry, a tradition.

Why is everyone asking if I'm short on cash? Does taking out a mortgage mean I'm broke? It's just putting money where it belongs.

"Since you're so rich, you have to give me a grand wedding." Liu Tianxian's tone turned serious.

"Hey, what did your mom just say to you?" Liu Tianxian feared her future mother-in-law had complaints, so she came over to quietly probe.

The sales assistant was very patient, recognizing them as high-value customers—Liu Tianxian often came to pick out furniture.

No bride price was demanded, so buying a house and funding the wedding was only natural—it's the groom's duty.

"I've always said it, always made it clear—but you all keep thinking I'm powerless. It's unfair." Fang Hong said.

"Then why not pay for the house in full?" Xu Liyun asked the soul-question.

"If I give it all to you, what do I spend? What do I use?" Fang Hong replied, utterly reasonable.

Hearing this, Liu Tianxian understood—he wasn't broke, nor unable to get money, just unwilling to liquidate too much at once. Their wedding wasn't happening in a day or two.

"Can you liquidate in time? If not, just use my money." Liu Tianxian figured—after subtracting renovation and furniture—her own funds should suffice.

"She didn't say anything. Just asked if I had any difficulties. What difficulties could I have? Right?" Fang Hong laughed.

Now this man was doing both things at once—no problem there.

"Of course there's a difference—money is just one form of wealth." Fang Hong struggled to explain, then switched: "Do you remember my safe?"

"Xixi is well-behaved, very polite." Xu Liyun said.

"I won't let you lack for spending money or necessities." Liu Tianxian spoke as if it were obvious, reaching out again.

"No!" Fang Hong shook his head. But telling her wouldn't help—nothing would change.

Liu Tianxian pulled out her phone and searched—her eyes widened: $28.2 billion market cap, more than tenfold growth.

"Not much—two million." Fang Hong said.

Not asking for his money—just checking if he had any. If he didn't, she'd give him some.

"Two million a month is fine." Liu Tianxian said.

"That's all my wealth. If I take even a little out, I can exchange it for endless money. Remember the Tesla stock I bought? Check how much it's risen now." Fang Hong gestured for her to pull out her phone.

And this system also ensures that Chang'e, Yutu, and Zhonghuajia remain in balance without collapsing.

The man's office had a safe, inside which were all kinds of documents—copyright proofs, equity proofs, and more; he had shown them to her back then.

"I've never been able to earn as much as you—I'll have to rely on you to support me," Fang Hong smiled, wrapping his arm around her shoulder, slowly catching up to the two mothers ahead.

Liu Xiaoli smiled but said nothing; if the in-laws were happy, that was enough—she continued looking at furniture.

So these three form a mutually supportive triangular structure.

And at the time, the man had openly explained what the items in his safe were for and what function they served.

"You don't need to worry—I'm the least short of money among all your sons," Fang Hong said seriously.

"The cash I have on hand can only do one thing—but now I'm doing two things at once: I bought the house, and I've got funds to start planning the wedding. Is there anything wrong with my arrangement?" Fang Hong said.

"What do you mean? Isn't money just wealth? Isn't there a difference between the two?" Liu Tianxian didn't quite understand.

"Seems like there's no problem," Liu Tianxian roughly understood.

"So you all don't understand my intention—I mean money that can be flexibly managed in hand. That's what I meant," Fang Hong said.

Xu Liyun gave her son a reproachful look—he never told her the truth.

"I don't have cash, but I have wealth," Fang Hong said.

Even without counting Tesla stock, if he just shelved Fifty Shades of Grey and let someone else produce it, he could get hundreds of millions back.

Fang Hong obediently bent over, letting out a loud "Ow!" as if he'd truly been punched.

This made Liu Tianxian feel touched. She asked: "So do you have cash on hand? Tell me the truth—don't lie to me."

"Do you want my salary card?" Fang Hong said.

"Who says I don't have money? I have plenty of money," Fang Hong flatly denied.

"You think being General Manager means a high salary? Salaries must follow standards—my company isn't as massive as Tencent; how could it possibly pay that much? Even this, I still have to pay personal income tax." Fang Hong said.

The company's money is operational capital—it can't be freely withdrawn.

She remembered that the man had bought it when he had ten or twenty billion dollars; back then, when Yutu's finance officer brought piles of documents, he had shown them to her.

"Get lost, look at you showing off," Liu Tianxian lightly punched him in the stomach.

"There's still time—Zhonghuajia will soon release a low-budget horror film. You know, Zhonghuajia is my private property, belonging to no one else." Fang Hong revealed his trump card.

"I just want to keep the money in my hands for flexible use—don't worry about it. Go pick out a few sets of furniture; don't save money for your daughter-in-law—she's rich."

Such places have strict confidentiality policies; important clients never leak information—if they did, those stars would be stripped bare.

So he can earn money, but the box office is uncertain, and he still needs to pay some to the film production base; the final 700-million payment hasn't been settled yet.

Zhonghuajia's Get Out, The Nun, and The Purge 4 are all set to release in clusters within the next one or two months.

Fang Hong was instantly speechless—he truly had little cash, only Yutu's monthly salary, which wasn't high: 2 million yuan annually, roughly 160,000 yuan per month.

The two mothers were chatting too, though she didn't know what about.

She hadn't forgotten Fang Hong's mortgage.

The women strolled together, touching and examining attractive furniture and bedding, but only looking—not buying—walking on like this.

She was being held by the shoulder, close to him.

Even if one side was attacked, or if either Yutu or Chang'e was compromised, the other two could step in to make up the difference.

"I didn't lie to you or your mom—I'm not broke; I'm very wealthy, I just haven't liquidated yet. I'm just short on cash right now, but the wedding isn't happening in a day or two—I need time to liquidate," Fang Hong explained.

When she goes out for an event, she earns hundreds of thousands.

"Alright, I understand. When our home is ready, move that safe back—put it in our own house," Liu Tianxian said.

Zhonghuajia can instantly inject funds into any party; Yutu can instantly provide high-quality content; Chang'e Technology is a platform model.

Liu Tianxian understood: if all the cash went into buying the house outright, there would be no money left to plan the wedding.

Fang Hong pushed his mother toward the furniture—this was his problem to solve; she didn't need to worry so much.

They wandered, Fang Hong lagging behind, lazily following.

"Then why did you brag to my mom—spend freely, don't save? You made me believe you." Liu Tianxian mimicked his earlier extravagant tone in a teasing voice.

"Then give it all to me—I'll hold it for you," Liu Tianxian extended her hand.

"Why move it back?" Fang Hong was confused.

"I'll hold it for you so you don't lose it," Liu Tianxian teased.

"I won't lose it—I haven't lost it in all these years," Fang Hong said.

"Move it back. Put it in our bedroom. I'll put my wealth in there too—we'll guard our wealth together," Liu Tianxian said.

(End of Chapter)