Chapter 162 Wait to Make Money

"You're carrying so much cash out, aren't you afraid of being robbed?" Liu Yifeng opened the bag and saw stacks of cash inside.

"What's there to be afraid of in my own village? I'm counting on you to help me make a fortune!" Qiangzi said with a smile.

Without a word, Liu Yifeng recorded Qiangzi's name and the amount in his notebook.

"It seems you've made quite a bit of money from your renovation business, pulling out fifteen thousand yuan just like that." Liu Yifeng chatted with Qiangzi.

Qiangzi sat opposite Liu Yifeng. "How could I possibly be that capable? Building the new house already cost a lot, and most of my savings are gone.

This money was borrowed from my wife's parents."

After hearing Qiangzi's words, Liu Yifeng became even more curious. "They were willing to lend you so much money?"

He still remembered that a couple of years ago, when Qiangzi was building his new house, he went to his mother-in-law's house to borrow ten thousand yuan to cover a shortfall but was refused.

Back then, they wouldn't lend him ten thousand, so how could they lend him fifteen thousand now?

"We took out a loan and provided an IOU. We also have to pay interest. If it's not repaid within a year, we'll have to pay an additional one percent interest every month.

My hopes are all pinned on you now. Don't let me down. Don't let it get to the point where I can't even repay the principal and have to pay interest," Qiangzi said, looking at Liu Yifeng.

Liu Yifeng immediately patted his chest. "If you can't trust anyone else, can't you trust me?

Don't worry, within eight months at the latest, I'll have you repay the principal. After that, you can just wait to make money!"

Actually, Qiangzi did trust Liu Yifeng, otherwise, he wouldn't have borrowed so much money to invest.

What he had just said was merely casual talk.

At this moment, he was already eagerly anticipating the construction of the vegetable greenhouses.

"By the way, I heard that the construction of the vegetable greenhouses was halted by the urban management department?

They said that without the necessary permits, you can't build greenhouses. Has this issue been resolved?"

Liu Yifeng nodded. "It's been approved. We can resume construction tomorrow."

Qiangzi finally felt relieved. "That's good. Otherwise, if you took the money and they still didn't allow construction, everyone in the village would think you're a scammer."

"Don't worry, that will never happen." Liu Yifeng was quite reliable.

"How many people have you tallied so far?" Qiangzi changed the subject.

Liu Yifeng looked at the list. "Including you, there are two hundred and twenty-two households. The total amount hasn't been calculated yet."

"Two hundred and twenty-two households. Our village has over three hundred and eighty households. That means there are still about a hundred and sixty households who haven't invested. What are these people thinking? It's like money is being delivered to their door, and they don't know how to seize the opportunity," Qiangzi really couldn't understand what those people were thinking.

Liu Yifeng put down his pen. "This is a matter of willingness. If they don't want to invest, so be it. They'll regret it later if they do."

"I heard Liu Xincheng has recruited quite a few people to invest in his agritainment project. I suspect that the households not on your list have definitely invested in his project," Qiangzi recalled something.

Liu Yifeng had also heard about this, but he didn't pay much attention to it.

After all, it had nothing to do with him.

Whoever believed Liu Xincheng and was willing to invest was their own business.

"That's their choice too. I hope Liu Xincheng can lead them to make money!" Although Liu Yifeng thought the possibility was slim, he still didn't want the villagers' money to go to waste, as no one's money comes easy.

"Who knows? Anyway, I only trust you.

I won't talk anymore. It's getting dark, I'm heading back. You take your time with the calculations; I can't help you with this," Qiangzi said. He wasn't good at studying since childhood and just muddled through his three years of high school, not learning anything substantial.

So, looking at the dense figures in Liu Yifeng's notebook made him feel dizzy.

"Aren't you staying for dinner?" Liu Yifeng asked.

Qiangzi shook his head. "No, we have dinner at home, and it's probably ready by now."

After saying that, he left.

Liu Yifeng continued to busy himself with calculating the amounts. This money had to be calculated meticulously and conscientiously.

He used an abacus and calculated it three times. The final total amount was the same each time.

The total came to twelve million six hundred thousand yuan, representing forty-five percent of the shares.

This meant that each share was worth two hundred and eighty thousand yuan.

He had to calculate everyone's final share based on their individual investment amounts, which was a huge undertaking.

If only he had an accountant, otherwise, he might have to stay up all night calculating.

Just then, Tongtong appeared in his line of sight.

He annoyed himself and patted his forehead. How could he have forgotten about Tongtong?

With Tongtong around, he didn't even need a calculator, let alone hire an accountant.

"Tongtong, come here to Daddy quickly. Can you help Daddy calculate how many shares everyone has? Each share is two hundred and eighty thousand!"

Tongtong looked at the amounts, and his mouth worked like an abacus, rapidly calculating everyone's share.

The entire process took only fifteen minutes, and that was even with Liu Yifeng slowing things down by writing behind him.

"Tongtong, having you makes things so much easier for Daddy." Liu Yifeng hugged Tongtong and kissed his forehead repeatedly.

The next day, he went to a law firm to have a lawyer draft equity contracts.

Due to the large number of contracts and the need to fill in different names, ID numbers, and bank card information for each one, it would take a significant amount of time.

The lawyer indicated that to avoid any errors, it would take at least three days to print them all.

Liu Yifeng was not in a hurry, asking the lawyer to just ensure the equity contracts were accurate, and speed was not an issue.

Tomorrow was Tongtong's first day of school. Liu Yifeng planned to take Tongtong shopping for some new clothes for kindergarten.

Tongtong's kindergarten did not have a uniform, and students were required to wear their own clothes to school.

There used to be a uniform, but after parents repeatedly complained that the uniform was too ugly and wearing the same clothes every day was too monotonous, the kindergarten eventually abolished the uniform policy.

After leaving the law firm, Liu Yifeng took Tongtong to the mall.

After all, Tongtong was attending the best kindergarten in the city, and the children there wore designer clothes. If Tongtong looked too shabby, he would be laughed at by his classmates.

Moreover, now that he had the ability to provide Tongtong with the best material conditions, how could he bear to let him suffer such indignity?

Upon entering the mall, Liu Yifeng led Tongtong into a specialty store.

Under the guidance of the staff, Tongtong tried on five sets of clothes. Each outfit looked exceptionally handsome and cute on him, as if it were tailor-made.

Indeed, good looks make anything look good.

Liu Yifeng found it hard to choose, so he ended up buying all of them.

Five sets of clothes, frankly, weren't many; it was enough for one set per day for a week with some repeats.

He knew that wealthy families had walk-in closets filled with clothes and shoes that could stock a shop.

When he built his new house, he planned to build a few walk-in closets: one for himself, one for his father, and finally one for Tongtong.

The staff, seeing such a cute and handsome boy like Tongtong for the first time, were all delighted.

At checkout, they even gave him a five percent discount.

However, it still cost Liu Yifeng twenty-five thousand yuan, which worked out to five thousand yuan per outfit.

This was equivalent to over two months' salary for an ordinary worker, but for the truly wealthy, it was still considered cheap.

But Liu Yifeng felt that wearing outfits that cost five thousand yuan to school wouldn't be embarrassing even if he was outshone.

His son had gotten in based on his own merit, not by being bought in by a wealthy patron.