Chapter 469 Money, It’s Only Secure When It’s in Your Hands, Right?

Chapter 469: Money—you only really feel secure when it's in your own hands, am I right?

Finally, it was the moment everyone had been waiting for—dividing the money. Even Wu Yanhua pricked up her ears, listening intently.

"This time, the sugar oranges sold at my shop brought in a total of 7,458 yuan. From the supplier side, we made 23,480 yuan. Both are lucky-sounding amounts," Su He announced.

As soon as she finished speaking, the room fell completely silent.

Fu Dajun wondered if he had misheard. He stared at Su He and asked, somewhat incredulously, "How much? How much did you say?"

Su He smiled as she looked at everyone. The more shocked they were, the more they recognized the significance of the amount.

"All together, it comes to 30,938 yuan. You heard correctly," Su He said with a smile.

Wu Yanhua, too excited to hold back, stepped forward and walked over to Su He. She picked up the account book Su He had been keeping and scrutinized it.

After looking it over, she realized she couldn’t decipher it and awkwardly handed it back to Su He.

Su He took the account book with a smile and continued, "According to our agreement, I get 50% of the sugar oranges, so I’ll take 15,469 yuan. Mom, eldest sister-in-law, second sister-in-law, and third sister-in-law each hold a 10% stake, so each of the four will receive 3,093.8 yuan."

As she said this, Su He turned her gaze to Fu Tinghua.

Fu Tinghua met her eyes and, understanding her meaning, brought a black bag over to her and handed it to her.

Everyone stared at the bulging black bag, unable to help but gulp.

"Oh my god, I’m so nervous. Is that money in there?" Zhang Xiaohua exclaimed excitedly.

"Su He, dump it out and let us see. I’ve never seen so much money in my life," Wu Yanhua couldn’t help but add.

She was telling the truth—none of the Fu family had ever seen that much cash in their lives.

Su He exchanged a look with Fu Tinghua, then looked at the forgotten dining table nearby and said, "Bring that table over."

"I’ll do it, I’ll do it," Fu Ziyao volunteered eagerly.

No one stopped him, and everyone waited expectantly for Su He to lay out the money.

"Alright," Fu Ziyao said excitedly after placing the table in front of Su He.

Without wasting any time, Su He and Fu Tinghua spread out over 30,000 yuan in cash.

Truth be told, back then, 30,000 yuan was an amount many people never saw in their entire lives.

And Su He had managed to earn that much in just a few months by selling fruit.

At that moment, everyone was completely in awe of her.

No matter how good or outstanding Fu Tinghua was, that was his own thing.

But Su He was different. Her status in the Fu family now surpassed even Fu Tinghua’s because she could get the whole family making money—big money.

Once all the money was laid out, the entire table was covered, and everyone present let out a unified "wow" of amazement.

Since there were many smaller denominations, the stack seemed even bigger.

Hundred-yuan notes were a rarity at the time.

Basically, only well-off families, like the Shi or Xia families, would regularly hand out hundred-yuan bills.

"Su He, did we really make all this from selling sugar oranges?" Fu Dajun asked again.

"Yes, it's from selling sugar oranges. Where else would I get such a large sum of money?" Su He said, amused.

"No, it just seems like... this is a lot, right?" Back then, he had been worried whether the money from selling sugar oranges would even be enough to pay the wages of the villagers hired to pick them every day.

Now, his pride was stung.

Su He was so capable—she must have calculated it all long ago, right?

"Too much? We can earn even more in the future." Su He once again started painting a rosy picture. This dividend distribution was just the thing to get everyone excited.

"Yes, yes, we can earn even more in the future," Wu Yanhua jumped in, smiling.

"Alright, let me distribute the money first. When it comes to money, you only feel sure it’s yours when it’s in your own hands, right?"

Her words got a big laugh from everyone.

"Don’t worry, I don’t mind leaving it with you to hold onto it," Chen Sufen joked.

But she meant it.

If there was anyone in this family she trusted the most, it was Su He.

She trusted Su He even more than she trusted her own husband, Fu Ziyao.

After all, when Su He said something would definitely make money, it really did.

Her husband, Fu Ziyao, had promised her countless times that he would brush his teeth in the morning, but he never followed through.

Besides, since Su He could lead them to earn money, she wouldn’t covet their ten percent share of the profits.

After all, from the very beginning, it was Su He who had voluntarily given them this share.

They, who had no clue about business, didn’t even know that durians and sugar oranges could be so profitable—they’d even said no to a cut.

To be honest, if Su He had any selfishness and only paid them wages for their help, they would still have been thankful and pitched in for Su He, because they’d still be earning money.

But Su He was broad-minded—she directly got the whole family in on it. In just a few months, they earned thousands of yuan. And since the family hadn’t split up the family finances, if you added it all up, it was equivalent to over ten thousand yuan—a sum the Fu family had never dared to imagine before.

It’s true what they say: money talks—and that’s for sure.

How could you not love and respect someone who could lead an entire family to prosperity?

Even someone as shrewd as Third Sister-in-law Chen Sufen said she was willing to let Su He manage her money—that alone was proof of how much the Fu family trusted Su He.

"Alright, you should keep it yourselves. Your own money in your own hands—that’s what makes you feel secure. Fu Tinghua, come help me count the money for them," Su He said with a smile.

"Okay," Fu Tinghua responded and walked over to Su He’s side to help count the money.

The room with the fireplace fell completely silent. The only sounds were the crackling of the flames in the fire pit and the sound of Su He and Fu Tinghua counting bills.

Everyone held their breath, watching as Fu Tinghua and Su He quickly counted the money on the table, not daring to disturb them.

If they interrupted their counting, they’d probably have to start all over again.

Su He and Fu Tinghua counted like this: each of them counted once separately, then they exchanged and recounted each other’s piles.

Soon, they had counted out one stack of three thousand and ninety-three yuan and eight jiao (about ten cents).

Su He held that stack of small bills too thick to hold with one hand and said, "Mom, this is for you first."

Wu Yanhua was a bit excited, even wiping her hands on her clothes, hesitating before saying awkwardly, "Ah? For me first? Is that really okay? I haven't been much help."

What Wu Yanhua said wasn't wrong.

She mostly stayed home cooking and taking care of the children; whether going up the mountain to harvest or making deliveries, it was her husband and sons who did most of the work.

But Su He felt she was the one who worked the hardest. After all, going up the mountain only required doing one thing, while the countless small chores at home were too many to count.

It’s like asking whether a dad who earns money outside contributes more to the family, or a mom who stays home as a full-time housewife does.