Chapter 17: Returning to the Village to Donate Money for Road Construction

Chapter 17: Returning to the Village to Donate Money for Road Construction

Uncle Sun's face turned completely dark, his veneer of humility and elegance shattered.

It was becoming difficult to maintain a smile, and suddenly, the smiling tiger who had been grinning all along stopped, which sent shivers down Liu Yue's spine as she took two steps back in fear.

The others felt awkward, but they stayed out of politeness.

"Yueyue, how did you manage to rent this place?"

Wang Qian looked at the lavishly equipped office space on the eighth floor.

"If I told you that the Hoi Fook Building is mine, would you believe me?"

Ming Yue said with a smile.

Wang Qian looked at her as if she were crazy. "Yueyue, don't dream in broad daylight."

Ming Yue found it amusing that telling the truth now seemed unbelievable.

The only person in the know, Manager Qian, had already been instructed by Ming Yue to avoid revealing her identity for the time being.

"Miss Ming, this is the eighth floor where your company will be located in the future. Each floor is divided into three zones: A, B, and C. However, this entire level can be reserved for you."

The property management fee plus the rent meant that the eighth floor alone cost over a million a month, making the total monthly rent for the entire Hoi Fook Building around forty million. Even if Ming Yue did nothing but lie around, the income from the Hoi Fook Building alone could net her hundreds of millions a year.

Manager Qian had no idea why Ming Yue still wanted to open a small company.

Wang Qian and Zhang Heng were so stunned they couldn't speak.

"By the way, how much longer is the contract with Guangyu Media downstairs?"

Wang Qian and Zhang Heng had already left ahead of time; they still needed to hire employees.

Ming Yue was settling things with Manager Qian here.

"Just a moment, let me check."

Manager Qian pulled up the contract archives on his computer,

"It expires next month."

"In that case, we won't renew it."

Ming Yue had no interest in repaying kindness with resentment. Now that the Hoi Fook Building was hers, she had the right to decide who to rent to.

"Alright."

Qian Shoucai, having reached the position of manager and overseeing such a large building, was clearly a smart man who knew not to ask questions he shouldn't. So when Ming Yue gave instructions, he never asked more than necessary, simply following them.

Ming Yue went home and had a good night's sleep.

"Yuanbao, although you can rationalize the source of my assets, it's hard for me to explain to others!"

Ming Yue was troubled by this issue as soon as she woke up. It wasn't a problem with people she didn't know well, but it was hard to explain to those close to her.

"Yueyue, I can create a backstory for you. You saved an old man who left all his wealth to you."

"That's a plot straight out of a novel. Meet a tycoon on the street, the tycoon repays the favor, and you become rich overnight."

"Novels are inspired by life."

"Fine then."

In just a few words, the two had made their decision.

Ming Yue had complete faith in the system's abilities, after all, its existence itself was quite miraculous.

Ming Yue's current situation:

Charm: 73 (100) "Delicate Beauty"

Career: 20 (100) "Unemployed"

Assets: Yuan "Modest Capital"

One 130 square meter apartment in the Royal Palace, one Hoi Fook Building

Skills: Business Administration (Beginner), Cooking (Beginner), Makeup (Intermediate) "Shallow Skills"

With the end of the year approaching, Ming Yue planned to return home early.

Zhang Heng and Wang Qian intended to go back later, handling some preliminary matters for the company here.

The house back home had already been built, with a small courtyard on the first floor and a terrace on the second. Everything was exactly as she had envisioned.

However, it wasn't suitable to move in yet; the newness needed to dissipate.

Ming Yue's family would have to impose on Uncle's family again, but fortunately, rural houses were small villas, so there would be rooms available to stay in.

"Why did you come back so early this year? Weren't you working in Yan Jing?"

Uncle asked.

"Uncle, I changed jobs, and I got off work early."

Now that she was running her own company, she could say whatever she wanted.

After putting away her belongings in the room she would be staying in, Ming Yue said to her parents:

"Dad, I've started a company with some classmates and no longer work for others."

Hearing about the company, Ming Dad felt a mix of emotions. He knew how good it was to start a business; they had spent their lives either working for others or at best, being small-scale entrepreneurs. Now his daughter had started her own company, truly bringing honor to the family.

But he knew nothing about starting a business, only hearing tales of bankruptcy. How could he not worry?

"Yueyue, your mother and I didn't get much education, so we don't understand these things. As long as you've thought it through, that's all that matters."

He couldn't let his limited perspective control his child. After all, the money came from Yueyue's lottery winnings. Whatever the outcome, it would be part of her journey.

"Yueyue, are they your classmates from university?"

Ming Mom asked, wanting to know more since she didn't understand the intricacies of starting a business.

"Yes, our class president and one of my roommates."

"Wonderful, Yueyue is doing well. Keep up the good work."

Ming Mom didn't grasp the big picture, but she knew her daughter had started a company, which was impressive.

During this visit, Ming Yue donated money to the village through her father's hands, planning to pave the village roads after the New Year.

"Liang Zi must be crazy. Even if Ming Yue won a million, how much would be left after building a house? And now she's spending like a rich kid on road construction."

Some villagers had long been envious of the Mings.

They used to be on the same level, neither particularly wealthy in the village.

But the Mings weren't poor because they were lazy; they were poor because they were educating two children. The other villager was poor due to laziness.

"You're biting the hand that feeds you. If you have the ability, donate some money yourself. You still find fault when others build roads."

Ming Gang raised an eyebrow, his relationship with the Ming family remaining strong despite not winning the lottery together.

"What's it to you? Did they share their money with you? Why are you so protective?"

Ming Gang was straightforward. "I'm not protecting those who build roads for the village; I'm protecting us from your foul mouth."

Ming Yue heard them arguing as she approached.

"Oh~ Ming Yue's here. Do you know your dad donated your money?"

The man tried to sow discord between Ming Yue and her father, assuming no sane person in the village would willingly donate money.

Ming Yue stopped and looked at them.

"Uncle Kai, I agreed to it. Our family can do what we want with our money."

Ming Yue made it clear she didn't appreciate his interference. Uncle Kai's face darkened.

"That's right, Uncle Kai should learn from us young folks, broaden his horizons. Only someone with a big heart like Sister Ming Yue, educated at a university, would do such a thing."

Ming Gang said deliberately.

"Nowadays, kids just love to talk back, all because they went to university."

"It's this remarkable university student who's paying for the village road construction."

The man was angered by Ming Gang and stormed off.

"Gangzi Brother, will you be busy after the New Year?"

"We're usually busier in the second half of the year, relatively free in the first half."

Ming Gang worked around the area, doing various jobs like interior decoration and concrete pouring.

"Would you be interested in taking on a small project?"

Ming Gang understood Ming Yue's implication, his heart leaping with joy before settling down again.

"Sister Ming Yue, I'd love to, but I don't have much capital."

If he took on the road construction project, the payment wouldn't come quickly, requiring him to front the costs, a significant expense for him.

"I'll give you half the project funds upfront."

Ming Yue offered directly. Ming Gang had always been kind to her family, and she was grateful.

Ming Gang was visibly moved, his hands trembling. To him, Ming Yue was a golden goose, a bringer of wealth.

"Sis, you're really helping Brother Gangzi out."

"So it's settled then."

Since the money was hers to donate, she had the right to choose the construction team. Why not give the opportunity to someone friendly?

Living in the village meant dealing with interpersonal relationships. Reciprocity led to harmony.

She lived away, but her parents and relatives remained. More friends meant more support.

When Gangzi returned home and told his father about the arrangement, his dad grabbed two bottles of liquor and headed to the Mings'.

"Old Brother, why the visit?"

Ming Dad and Ming Mom had just returned from cleaning their newly built villa.

"I came specifically to thank your Yueyue. Gangzi owes you for looking out for him."

In rural areas, life was tough without help.

Ming Yue is a university student from a prestigious institution, and it is well-known that he is wealthy. Now, he has directly introduced a matter to his son.

The Ming family's days are bound to get better and better. They have extended an olive branch, and their family must also be aware of the kindness bestowed upon them.