Chapter 115 The God of Wealth Enters My Dream

The ordered dishes were served one after another.

In order to prevent herself from speaking carelessly, Tang Mingli could only try to stuff food into her mouth.

One bite, one bite, one bite...

With every bite, she had one feeling—it was delicious.

It was so delicious that she couldn't bear to stop eating, so she kept stuffing her mouth with it.

She quickly tasted every dish.

The speed at which he ate left Li Zhengdao stunned.

It's not that her eating manners were unrefined, but watching her eat one bite after another makes one wonder if the food is really delicious, and then want to try it.

And that's exactly what he did.

After taking a few bites, she noticed Fu Ci watching her and then remembered what she had just said to Fu Ci.

He said that since his mother's accident, he has been so worried that he has been unable to eat anything.

But now they are enjoying their meal immensely.

How can I explain to Fu Ci that he only had an appetite because he saw Tang Mingli eating?

Li Zhengdao gave an awkward laugh and forced a reply: "I haven't eaten properly for several days, so I am indeed hungry."

Fu Ci laughed and joked, "I didn't forbid you from eating. Besides, Mingli once said something that I think is very true. The more difficult the times, the more you need to eat well."

Li Zhengdao gave a questioning "Oh," and asked, puzzled, "But you can't have an appetite when you're in a bad mood, right?"

If you have no appetite, you naturally won't be able to eat.

Tang Mingli never expected that Fu Ci would remember a casual remark she made back then.

As the originator of this truth, she naturally had to come out and explain it.

"Only by taking good care of your health can you have a future."

Eating properly is an ordinary thing, but if you can do it even in difficult times, that is quite remarkable and will play an immeasurable role.

Li Zhengdao was suddenly startled and began to look at Tang Mingli again.

Dismissing this wife might prove the saying, "You can't judge a book by its cover."

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The meal lasted until the afternoon. Li Zhengdao explained his current predicament, and Fu Ci also said that he would think of a solution that would be as perfect as possible before going to Shenzhen.

On the way back, Tang Mingli asked him what the best solution was.

Fu Ci frankly admitted, "That's what I say, but actually I don't have a clue at all right now."

He couldn't listen to what was happening in Shenzhen, and he couldn't be in two places at once.

“However…” Fu Ci changed the subject, becoming optimistic, “There’s always a solution to everything.”

Tang Mingli admired his optimistic attitude and also believed in his abilities.

The matter was forgotten in her mind after the meal ended.

Tang Mingli truly believed this, and in order to let it pass, she even tried hard not to think about that 10,000 yuan a year.

Striving is a one-way street; once you start, it's hard to turn back.

Currently, she is very satisfied with her life.

Eating well and sleeping well every day, with no worries at all. Even the gods would envy such a life.

Tang Mingli is content and knows how to cherish what she has.

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In the evening, the family sat down together for dinner.

When Madam Fu asked about their meal at Plum Garden that day, Fu Ci gave a brief account.

Fu Ci hadn't actually told his family about giving up the business here, and this was a good opportunity to make things clear.

His future work will focus on Shenzhen, and he may have even less time to go home. Thinking about this, he couldn't help but feel a little lost and worried that his family would be reluctant to let him go, so he comforted them, saying, "I'm just going there to work; I won't abandon this family."

Madam Fu laughed and scolded, "That's unnecessary. Would we doubt that you don't want this family anymore?"

Fu Ci smiled and said, "That's not what I meant, but after all, I'll be spending most of my time in Shenzhen from now on."

Madam Fu waved her hand: "It's alright, you go ahead and do your important business, don't worry about the family."

His tone and attitude showed no reluctance what he thought he was expressing.

Looking at the parents, it seems the same is true.

Surely his wife wouldn't do that.

Meeting her husband's gaze, Tang Mingli instantly understood and offered appropriate reassurance: "Take good care of yourself over there, don't make us worry."

Those words sound so familiar.

Fu Ci could only shake his head with a wry smile.

He chose this path; what else can he do but continue on it?

This path must be followed carefully; only by doing it well can the situation of families living apart be changed.

After discussing that, everyone asked about Grandpa Fu's dinner with his old comrades.

I thought he would be happy to show off, but instead he sighed.

"Several old comrades-in-arms said that the factories they used to work in after leaving the military were not doing well. At the end of the year, they were lucky if they didn't lose money, let alone make a profit. Why do you think it's so hard for state-owned factories to make money now?"

That last question, I'm afraid only Fu Ci can give a proper analysis.

Upon hearing the word "making money," Tang Mingli couldn't help but recall the annual income of 10,000 yuan that she had temporarily forgotten about for an afternoon.

My heart ached slightly again.

The pain was so bad that I couldn't sleep.

Fortunately, she sleeps well and won't lose sleep because she's upset about something.

However, to everyone's surprise, Tang Mingli had a dream tonight.

She dreamt that the God of Wealth slapped her face, somewhat displeased, and said: "I'm giving you good fortune, why aren't you accepting it? If you don't accept it, I'm taking it away."

Tang Mingli burst into tears, crying out, "God of Wealth, please accept this! Don't take away my fortune!"

She cried so earnestly that she mumbled something aloud, and two hot tears streamed down her face.

Fu Ci was startled, thinking she was having a nightmare, and quickly and gently woke her up.

Tang Mingli opened her eyes and immediately realized that it was just a dream.

But this dream is abnormal.

Could it really be the God of Wealth appearing in my dream?

When Fu Ci saw that his wife looked dazed and listless after being woken up, he became even more worried. He immediately turned on the bedside lamp and asked anxiously, "What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?"

Her husband's voice finally brought Tang Mingli back to her senses.

She sat up and nodded blankly: "It wasn't a nightmare."

The God of Wealth said he would take away the fortune he had given her. What could be a more terrifying nightmare than this?

Fu Ci, unaware of the situation, assumed it was just a terrifying dream and gently pulled her into his arms to comfort her: "It's alright, it's alright, it's just a dream."

Was it just a dream?

Tang Mingli, however, was more inclined to believe that the God of Wealth had entered her dream.

The God of Wealth must be angry, angry that she's so lazy and gave up the opportunity to earn 10,000 a year.

What's the difference between this and someone who's too lazy to bend down to pick up money on the street?

After deep reflection, Tang Mingli pushed away her husband's warm chest and said with a serious face, "I've thought it through. Why don't you hand over your clothing wholesale business in Guangcheng to me?"

Fu Ci thought he had misheard.

"I'll leave it to you?"

Tang Mingli nodded and said seriously, "You focus on your work in Shenzhen, leave this to me."

Goodness, I didn't mishear.

Fu Ci became even more worried.

Could my wife have been terrified by the dream she just had? Or has some evil spirit entered her body?

He reached out and touched Tang Mingli's forehead with concern, and only breathed a small sigh of relief when he found that her temperature was normal.

Tang Mingli knew what he meant by this action and angrily pushed his hand away.

However, she also knew that her words were indeed too sudden, and Fu Ci would not feel at ease unless she explained things clearly.

“I just dreamt of the God of Wealth. He said to me, ‘Why don’t you make money when you have it?’ So, I’ve decided to take over your clothing wholesale business.”

Fu Ci thought he had misheard again.

The reason seems too incredible... but considering my wife's personality, I can't quite explain why it seems reasonable.

She does like money; her eyes light up every time she tells someone how much money she's made in her business.

But...

Because she dreamed that the God of Wealth told her she had money but didn't want to earn it, she decided to take over the clothing wholesale business, which would seem unbelievable to anyone.

Tang Mingli knew that Fu Ci would definitely find such a reason hard to accept.

But it's a fact, and we can't deny it just because the reason is absurd.

However, taking on this task isn't something that can be done simply by talking.

Relying on her extensive experience as a corporate slave in her previous life, coupled with the influence she had gained from working in Fuci over the past year, Tang Mingli briefly shared her understanding of the clothing wholesale business.

And you know what? There was actually some truth to it, which left Fu Ci completely stunned.

After regaining his senses, he looked at Tang Mingli with even more admiration and pride.

It turns out that his wife wasn't completely indifferent to his career; she had listened attentively to everything he had said to her before.

But this is really too hard work, and he really doesn't want his wife to work so hard.

Tang Mingli felt a sharp pain in her heart.

She knew, of course, that this line of work was tough, but what could she do? The God of Wealth had appeared to her in a dream, so she had to overcome any hardship.

Moreover, it shouldn't be impossible to find an easier way to run the business.

As a boss, you shouldn't try to do everything yourself, but rather learn to delegate tasks effectively.

"Leave it to me, I can handle it. And I believe Li Zhengdao will be even happier with this result."

Of course, he might doubt her abilities, but is there anyone more suitable than Fu Ci's wife?

There is no perfect solution to everything, and Li Zhengdao must understand this principle.

Finally, after Tang Mingli's repeated requests and statements, Fu Ci finally nodded in agreement.

Tang Mingli felt relieved and could go back to sleep peacefully.

Fu Ci couldn't sleep and tossed and turned thinking about many things.

One moment he worries about whether his wife will get tired, the next he doubts whether he should have agreed, and then he tries hard to think of other better ways.

After thinking it over and over, dawn broke before I knew it.

Despite the dream episode, Tang Mingli woke up refreshed after a good night's sleep.

After washing up in the bathroom and returning to the room, she noticed that her husband seemed a bit listless today, so she quickly went over and asked, "You look like you didn't sleep well?"

Fu Ci rubbed his temples and honestly said, "I was worried all night."

As for what they were worried about, the two understood each other perfectly.

Tang Mingli reassured her, "It's okay, you have to believe me. I will definitely try my best to do well. If I still can't do it well after trying my best, you also have to believe that I will not force myself. If you really can't do it well, then just give up."

That way, it wouldn't be considered not making money.

These words left Fu Ci completely bewildered.

How can someone talk about giving up so confidently and convincingly?

After the initial shock, I couldn't help but laugh again.

He laughed at himself, realizing he had forgotten what kind of personality his wife had.

That's good; he hopes his wife can stay that way for the rest of her life.

Not forcing yourself to suffer is a really good quality.