Chapter 288: Qin Zong Wants to Cooperate

Wu An patted his shoulder: "Sorry, this is really putting you on the spot."

"Still counting?"

"We'll wait for you a moment."

"\"Just a few farts, \" A Qing snapped, annoyed; he couldn't figure out the count and couldn't be bothered, then handed Wu An the slip with the account number and the money: \"Brother, please just deposit it for me. \""

"My mom said, if I can't count it clearly, I shouldn't take the money."

"If you can deposit it, just go ahead and deposit it."

Wu An nodded.

"Carrying that much money on one's person is indeed unsafe; public security now isn't as good as it will be in the future."

Wu An looked toward Lao Fu Tou.

Lao Fu Tou shook his head: "I won't deposit it; I didn't bring my card and can't remember the account number."

A Qing still felt a bit embarrassed, saying: "Yeah, it's our fault for not reminding you."

"Before, after they came to town and split the money, they basically would deposit it."

Lao Fu Tou smiled and said, "Even if you reminded him, he might not necessarily do it."

"When you previously told him he could earn that much money, he would absolutely not believe it."

"Even with the money in his hand, he felt as if he were dreaming, and this dream was wonderful beyond words."

"If it weren't for Wu An and A Qing beside him, he would definitely slap his own face a few times to see if it hurt."

Wu An called out: "Let's go, let's get something to eat."

The three walked toward the restaurant.

Lao Fu Tou rubbed the money inside his clothing, and walking felt much more energetic.

"Money is a person's gall."

"It is a woman's lubricant."

"It is also a man's refueling station!"

Lao Fu Tou, clutching so much money, felt as if he had become much younger.

"Heavens."

"At his age, he actually could still strike it rich?"

"He had already thought his life would just be like this, but now he suddenly felt his future could be a bit different."

"Even falling into the sea turned out to be a good thing."

"Otherwise, how could he follow Wu An?"

"As expected."

"Crisis, crisis."

"Danger indeed accompanies opportunity."

"My understanding is fine, right?"

The three arrived at the private room.

Dishes kept coming one after another.

"One steamed tiger grouper, plus two white pomfrets, one braised, one charcoal-grilled — too much to eat, simply impossible to finish."

The three dug in heartily.

They were all starving.

After eating until half-full, the three then, in unison, lifted their glasses and began drinking.

"Come, let's clink glasses."

"Boss, may you strike it rich."

"Hope everything goes smoothly every day, and we all get rich together."

"Bottoms up."

"Hiss..."

Wu An picked up a bite of dish; drinking Maotai is not bad, after all it's a spirit.

"After drinking a cup, if he doesn't eat a bite of dish to balance it, he finds it somewhat hard to take."

"\"A An, I'll toast you. \""

"\"No need to be polite. \""

"\"I want it. \""

"\"Then let's drink evenly. \""

"\"Hehe, I'll follow the boss's lead. \""

"When they clinked glasses, Lao Fu Tou's glass rim touched Wu An's cup base."

"Who says he doesn't know how to handle worldly affairs?"

"It's not that he can't."

"But rather whether he wants to."

"Back at the Chen family, feeling repressed and unhappy, he hardly had the bandwidth to worry about worldly etiquette."

"\"A Qing, I'll also toast you. \""

"\"Old Fu, come on, come on, you wouldn't dare not drink the toast you offered. \""

"After Lao Fu Tou drank, his whole person became unusually excited."

"I don't know if it's because drinking makes him like this, or because he's just extremely happy today."

"In one day he earned what others make in a month or more—who wouldn't be excited?"

Wu An and A Qing could not hold on any longer.

Lao Fu Tou really can drink.

But this is fine; if he doesn't get drunk, there's no need to worry about him acting crazy.

As they drank, they became more.

Wu An and A Qing were a bit light-headed, Lao Fu Tou's face was flushed red, but his eyes were bright.

This old guy, the more he drank, the more energetic he became.

Qin Zong came over to propose a toast, seeing this situation he instantly felt gloomy: "I just came a little late, how did they end up like this?"

Lao Fu Tou felt a bit embarrassed: "I got too excited and poured them a few cups."

Wu An slurred: "Qin Zong, you're here."

"I'm fine, I'm not drunk."

"Let's clink glasses."

Qin Zong looked at Wu An, who was raising his cup opposite him and still complaining that he had been avoiding him, and was instantly speechless.

You're not drunk...

Is it that I'm drunk even though I haven't drunk yet?

He sighed: "Drink a little less."

"I still wanted to talk business with you."

"Next time."

Wu An curiously asked: "What matter?"

"The matter of investing in the homestay..." Qin Zong waved his hand and said: "Let's talk about it another day."

Wu An laughed: "Just this matter, I can decide right now—I agree to your investment, you give me 1 million, I'll give you 10% shares."

Qin Zong rolled his eyes: "How could you not be thrilled."

He has nothing, just empty talk, and wants to get his 1 million?

How long will it take him to break even?

He can't possibly be doing a losing business, right?

Even if Gao Qiangqi guarantees it, he still needs to consider it.

But he thinks the homestay venture is quite promising.

It's an investment.

It's not just investing in a career, but also in people.

So after Gao Qiangqi told him that Wu An was short on funds for his homestay, he kept thinking about it over and over for several days.

It just so happened that Wu An came to drink, so he wanted to chat with him.

As a result, this guy drank too much.

Talking business at the drinking table is suitable, but if you drink too much, the business talk becomes meaningless.

Even if you talk, it's all for nothing.

Qin Zong said unhappily: "A An, if you can't drink, then don't; it won't delay things."

Wu An shouted: "Qin Zong, what are you saying? I'm not drunk."

Qin Zong: "Yes, yes, you're not drunk, I am."

Lao Fu Tou saw Wu An being blamed and hurriedly explained: "Qin Zong, sorry, it's my fault."

"A An doesn't believe I can drink, so I had a few more cups with him."

Qin Zong laughed: "How much can you drink?"

Lao Fu Tou said: "Just keep drinking."

"Hey." Qin Zong laughed: "Since I opened the restaurant, this is the first time I've met someone who talks to me like this."

He then sat down: "Anyway, there's nothing else, so I'll keep you company drinking."

They ate and drank for almost two hours.

Wu An and A Qing were still okay; they couldn't walk unsupported, but with support they could still take a couple steps.

Having drunk, they naturally couldn't steer the boat; the lobby manager helped call two cars to send them home respectively.

As for Qin Zong,

He was under the table hugging the table leg: "I'm not drunk... I can still drink..."

"Lao Fu, you're a talent."

"Want to consider following me?"

"Every day, just follow me to drinking parties, drink them under the table, drink them under the table..."

Lao Fu Tou couldn't stop being happy.

Before today he was still a despised old drunk, with many in the village calling him an alcoholic, a lush, a drunkard...

On the boat, everyone also thought he was a trouble.

Now, whoever sees him praises him as a talent, even drinking has become a skill.

Interesting.

Too interesting.

"In my life, this is the first time someone has taken me seriously."

"It's A An..."

"It's him, that gave this old drunk a glorious day."

Lao Fu Tou got out of the car.

He had no courtyard, nor did he need one; in his home, besides wine, there was nothing that a thief would covet.

Around were two- or three-story buildings; the Elder stone house surrounded in the middle was his home where he had lived a lifetime.

He walked with his hands behind his back, humming a little tune toward the house; just as he was about to open the gate, he suddenly froze, tilting his head to look at the shattered window beside.

How did the window break?

He hurriedly opened the gate, entered the house, turned on the light; inside the house was a mess, wine spilled everywhere, a bottle of medicinal wine had been smashed, and among the glass shards lay a brick.

Lao Fu Tou's face was grim to the extreme.

This is!

Someone!

From outside, someone threw a brick and smashed his house's window!