The sound is coming from inside the wall.

Upon hearing this, Song Qingqing quickly found a secluded patch of grass to hide in.

Before long, a large group of people rushed out and searched everywhere.

But in the end, they gained nothing.

However, they did not leave, but instead stayed outside.

Seeing this, Song Qingqing was speechless.

As a result, Sikong Xing not only didn't see him, but she also spent the whole night feeding on mosquitoes in that patch of grass.

When she got home, Wang Manni saw that Song Qingqing had dark circles under her eyes and assumed that it was because she hadn't slept well the night before because of her background.

"Qingqing, if you haven't rested well, then sleep a little longer. Anyway, you don't have anything to do. Mom will call you when breakfast is ready."

Wang Manni dared not mention her background and could only urge Song Qingqing to go back to her room to rest.

Song Qingqing did not refuse. She hadn't slept all night and really wanted to sleep a little longer.

Nodding, she went straight back to her room and fell asleep immediately.

She didn't know how long she had slept, but when she woke up again, it was already midday.

After getting up, washing up, and having lunch, she set off to meet up with the pale-faced men.

The group's task for today was still to buy shops and houses.

They worked on this task for a whole week before it was finally completed.

Next came renovations, hiring, and a whole series of other things.

During this time, Song Qingqing tried to enter the empty mountain again, but unfortunately, every time she appeared, it would immediately trigger a warning.

Ultimately, even after Song Qingqing's vegetable shop reopened, she was still unable to see Sikong Xingchen one last time.

Unable to meet, she could only work while waiting for Sikong Xingchen and Song Qingyi's wedding day.

“Qingqing, I’ve noticed that since Bai Sheng came along, our store has been doing better and better. Look how long it’s been, we’ve already opened for business.”

They even started making a lot of money.

Look, this is yesterday's income.

Song Guoqiang handed an account book to Song Qingqing, who took it and looked at it.

Her eyes paused for a moment, and when she looked up again, her face was full of smiles.

Yesterday, ten vegetable stores opened at the same time, and Song Qingqing earned 10,000 yuan. It wasn't the number that surprised Song Qingqing, but rather the fact that they were selling vegetables from this area and still made so much money.

It was the profits from this place that made her happy.

Sure enough, the wealthier the place, the higher the profits.

If they wait until later, when they grow vegetables in their garden and sell them, their earnings will double.

“Great, we have eight more stores tomorrow, and seven more the day after. Once all these stores are open, we’ll be very busy,” Song said with a smile.

“Qingqing, I heard that even the four major families only earn tens of millions a month. I think it won’t be long before you catch up with them.” Song Guoqiang realized that selling vegetables could earn just as much as other industries.

If things continue like this, once Song Qingqing's shops are all over the country, she will definitely catch up with the four major families.

Song smiled gently. To be honest, in terms of personal assets, she had no less money than the individuals from the four major families.

She wasn't sure if she could catch up with the richest person's wealth.

But she felt that it wasn't much different.

After all, it's only 1990 now, how many people in the whole country are as rich as her?

Thinking about the gold and jewels on that half-basketball court, she felt that even the richest man might not have as much as she did.

In fact, Song Qingqing inherited wealth from her maternal grandmother that had already surpassed that of the richest person in the world.

Not only that, but even Sikong Leiyun didn't have that much wealth.

But she can't easily give away this money.

After all, she doesn't yet have the means to match her vast wealth; it would be a shame if it were revealed that she possessed such riches.

She will definitely be plotted against by countless people.

"The nail that sticks out gets hammered down," Song Qingqing understood this well.

Right now, she just lacks the strength.

As long as she possesses the strength that no one dares to provoke, then no one will dare to act rashly against her wealth.

"We earn our own money and don't compare ourselves to others."

"Work hard, and I'll give each of you an apartment so you can settle down and put down roots here." Is it necessary to compare? Her wealth is something very few people can match right now.

Song Qingqing was secretly pleased.

Upon hearing this, Song Guoqiang and the others were overjoyed, but they dared not accept the house as a gift.

They were all honest, simple villagers; they had never seen anyone like Song Qingqing before.

They're always giving away money or houses.

"No, no, we'll only take what's rightfully ours; we can't take more than that," Song Guoqiang hurriedly shook his head in refusal.

Seeing this, Liu Fugui also refused, saying, "I can't accept it either. I'm just doing my job. How can I take more from you?"

Earning money isn't easy for you either.

Liu Fujian spoke the truth, but Song Qingqing felt somewhat guilty.

After all, they had been following her around, running errands and handling many trivial matters, which Song Qingqing had also entrusted to them.

In truth, they weren't much better off than her.

Besides, they're a group now, and it's impossible for Song Qingqing to make a fortune on her own without showing it to them.

"Alright, I didn't say I'd deliver it now. Next year, I'll be going to university here, and by then, our business will definitely be more stable."

I'll deliver it then.

There are still six months left, what's the rush?

I'm making money, so I should let you guys have a share, right?

We're all family, don't be so formal.

As soon as Song Qingqing said this, they started to refuse again.

But their faces were full of emotion.

Song Guoqiang, in particular, always felt that he had made the right choice by following Song Qingqing.

Sure enough, this idea popped into his head again.

Look at Song Qingqing, a girl who is only a teenager, she doesn't forget to help them when she is earning her own money.

He's truly someone worth following for a lifetime!

"Qingqing, you've been so good to us. I'll never stand for anyone who says a bad word about you again." Seeing that he couldn't refuse, Song Guoqiang could only express his loyalty with great emotion.

“Me too. If you tell me to go east, I will never go west. If you tell me to die, I will never live,” Liu Fugui added.

Seeing this, the pale-faced scholar opened his mouth, but in the end said nothing.

He's not good at being sentimental, and he can't express it well.

Song Qingqing was amused by them and chatted for a while before sending Song Guoqiang and the other man away.

Only the pale-faced scholar remained.

"I have something I want to tell you, Whiteface."

"White face, white face," Song Qingqing has gotten used to calling him that now.

"What is it?" The pale-faced scholar was unaware that Sikong Xingchen was going to marry Song Qingyi.

After all, he was with Song Guoqiang that night.

Afterwards, Song Qingqing was busy opening her shop and was busy with various other things, so he never mentioned it again.

The wedding day of Song Qingyi and Sikong Xingchen is fast approaching.