"Do you have a rough budget in mind when you open the bookstore?" Wen He asked curiously.

"Maybe around 100,000? Apart from some necessary materials, I can handle the rest myself. I can also renovate the house in my hometown. That should be enough for 100,000 to 200,000."

Gao Chongting did a quick calculation of the costs.

In fact, logically speaking, the cost should be lower if no one is involved in the interior design and decoration.

All you need is the cost of materials.

But he still wanted it to look nice, so he put some effort into the decoration.

He had no great ambitions in his life, and his only love had already married someone else, which completely ended his hopes.

My father's health is not good, and I don't feel comfortable letting others take care of him.

"Can I sponsor you 100,000 yuan, and then count me in too?" Wen He scratched his head a little embarrassedly.

"Really? Godfather!?" Gao Chongting's eyes lit up immediately.

If Wen He could sponsor him with 100,000 yuan.

The bookstore's budget is quite generous!

"Okay, Wen He, listen to me." Gao Chongting suddenly took a big gulp of wine.

He was incredibly excited and quickly took out a drawing that he seemed to have completed a long time ago.

"My bookstore has a total area of ​​about 120 square meters, and it is divided into two floors."

"The first floor is a bar, which is divided into three areas: tea, wine, and coffee."

“I usually enjoy drinking these three things, and I’ve also done some research on them.”

"I plan to put a toilet here, and then fill the rest of this area with bookshelves."

"I plan to make this last wall entirely glass, and then we'll have a row of individual sofas for relaxation."

"This direction is the direction of the sunset. When dusk falls, the golden sunset will shine into our bookstore through this large glass wall."

Gao Chongting took out the blueprints and carefully explained them to Wen He.

Under the influence of alcohol, Gao Chongting talked a lot.

The undisguised joy on his face vividly depicted the bookstore of his dream.

Wen He listened very attentively, and occasionally asked a few questions and offered some suggestions.

His feedback made Gao Chongting even happier.

Because he knew that Wen He was listening attentively.

"If you sponsor 100,000, then you will be my major shareholder, and you will own 50% of this bookstore."

"Major shareholder, do you have any good ideas or suggestions? Feel free to share them."

"Oh, by the way! Our bookstore doesn't have a name yet, can you come up with one?"

Gao Chongting spoke with great enthusiasm.

Before I knew it, I had drunk nearly ten bottles of wine.

Wen He didn't drink much, only four bottles.

To be honest, he didn't really like this stuff; it was a bit bitter.

And I also feel a little dizzy.

“Considering that your hometown is quite deserted, and you want to open a bookstore in such a place…” Wen He pondered for a while, then seemed to have an idea: “How about calling it ‘Firefly Cottage’?”

Upon hearing the name Wen He had chosen, Gao Chongting was immediately taken aback.

It felt like something deep inside me had been struck.

"Wen He, you're a genius! How did you come up with such a wonderful name?!" Gao Chongting was extremely excited.

"Actually, from your description, it feels to me like a firefly in the dark night, very rare and unique," Wen He said.

He had never had a good idea of ​​what to name the bookstore.

He thought about it a lot, but felt that it was all lacking.

Unexpectedly, Wen He's casual suggestion perfectly matched the name in her mind.

His hometown was indeed very deserted; at least, there were hardly any people living near his home.

Opening a cozy bookstore in such a place is truly like a firefly in the dark.

Facing the pitch-black night, it cannot emit a dazzling light or illuminate the road, but it can provide guidance for those who are lost.

"Actually, sigh..." Wen He frowned, struggling with the decision for a long time.

He sighed and drank another glass of wine.

"There's something on my mind that I've been wanting to tell you for a long time."

"I think you two should have been together."

“I’m going to die anyway, so I don’t need to have that much money.”

"If two or three million can buy you happiness, I think it's a very worthwhile thing."

For Wen He, happiness is priceless.

If it can be measured in value, then as long as it's within one's means, it's a very good deal.

He knew that Gao Chongting didn't want to owe him such a big favor, and that he certainly wouldn't be able to repay it in the future.

Gao Chongting knew that Wen He wouldn't make him pay it back, but that made it even more unacceptable.

“Wen He, we’ve known each other for less than half a year. You don’t even know where I’m from. You know almost nothing about me.”

"To put it bluntly, our relationship can be described as a chance encounter."

Gao Chongting's mindset wouldn't allow him to accept anything he could never repay in this lifetime, whether it was a favor or money.

If Wen He didn't have this terminal illness, he might have accepted it. He would have written an IOU and worked hard to earn money to repay Wen He with interest.

But Wen He was no longer destined for that fate.

This also means that he has to accept a house worth several million yuan from Wen He.

“Your information isn’t important; all I need to know is what kind of person you are,” Wen He said.

"That's not how it works, Wen He. I don't like owing people things, especially things that I can never repay in this lifetime."

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