The son-in-law of a prosperous family

"Brother Huai, go ahead." Zhao Yunchuan took Fang Huai's hand and shook it gently, his eyes full of desire. "At worst, we can work harder and earn more money. Isn't the purpose of earning money to spend?"

And now they do have the ability to make money, Zhao Yunchuan is very confident about this.

"If you think one hundred taels is too much, just deduct it from my pocket money in the future!" He patted his chest with a heroic look on his face.

Fang Huai still frowned, his eyes full of worry: "Then how long will it take?"

This was originally an exclamation sentence with a helpless emotion, but Zhao Yunchuan heard it as a question sentence and pondered it seriously.

He counted on his fingers and began to calculate carefully: "My daily pocket money is 365 wen, days a year, that's liang qian of silver. Plus on holidays and birthdays, you always give me a little more, so you probably give me liang of silver every year.

With this calculation, minus the one hundred taels, it will only take ten years!" He said this with great joy, as if this was an extremely cost-effective deal, and his look was really funny and cute.

Looking at Zhao Yunchuan's serious expression, Fang Huai's originally tense face could no longer hold back, and he couldn't help laughing out loud, and his previous tangled emotions were also dispersed a lot by this laughter.

"Okay, I won't be so stingy. Besides, you have a share of the family's money." Fang Huai shook his head helplessly, but there was a hint of doting smile on the corner of his mouth.

Zhao Yunchuan has made great contributions to their family business over the years. To put it bluntly, the bulk of the family income comes from Zhao Yunchuan.

Most of those fantastic business ideas came from him.

Zhao Yunchuan's eyes suddenly lit up, like twinkling stars in the night sky. He asked expectantly, "Do you agree?"

Fang Huai hummed lightly and said in a helpless tone, "I agree. I don't want to see some people crying on the street. That's too embarrassing."

Zhao Yunchuan didn't mind Fang Huai's teasing at all. His face was filled with a bright smile, like a child who got a favorite toy: "Brother Huai is so nice!"

Fang Huai also laughed, and the brighter the smile was, the more painful his heart was.

His heart was bleeding, as if an invisible hand was tightly gripping his heart.

Wuuuuuuuuu… He wailed silently in his heart, his heart ached so much!

This one hundred taels of silver is gone just like that...

The waiter was busy greeting other guests when he looked up and saw the two men coming back. He was a little surprised. What surprised him even more was that the two men were so generous that they took out a hundred taels of silver and bought the admission to the heavenly world.

The waiter took the silver with a smile on his face and quickly presented two exquisite wooden signs.

The wooden sign has a warm texture and exudes the luster of time.

The word "entry" was engraved on it in ancient seal script. The marks of the characters were quite deep, and vermilion pigment filled them, just like clotted blood.

It is surrounded by exquisite cloud patterns, which seems to have auspicious air.

There is a unique mark on the corner of the wooden sign, like a family emblem, which shows the nobility of the admission ticket.

"You two, please enter with the wooden admission badge. It is valid for three days and can only be used by the person himself. It cannot be lent out. If you are discovered, your entry will be revoked." The waiter said respectfully.

Zhao Yunchuan was playing with the wooden plaque in his hand. The plaque had delicate texture and exquisite carvings. It was also inlaid with fine silver threads around it. No wonder the deposit for a wooden plaque was ten taels of silver.

"After three days, bring the wooden sign to get your deposit back," the waiter reminded again.

Soon, a maid took them both to heaven.

After twists and turns, passing through long corridors and several exquisite courtyards, they finally arrived in front of a pearl-red door. It must be said that the Pearl Tower is just a more luxurious restaurant from the outside.

But in fact, it is like a fairyland, a different world inside.

Fang Huai was like Granny Liu entering the Grand View Garden, she didn't know where to look.

The door was as red as blood, and the copper ring on it shone with golden light in the sun, revealing a mysterious majesty, as if endless treasures and fantasies were hidden behind the door.

Before entering, the maid led them to a shelf full of masks and said softly, "It's up to you two to wear them or not."

The masks were colorful and finely crafted, with shapes of birds and beasts as well as exotic flowers.

The crowd had different reactions. Some people who kept a low profile and didn't want to attract attention quietly put on masks to hide their faces; while some guys who were eager to show off their wealth and attract attention threw their masks aside without hesitation and walked with their heads held high.

Zhao Yunchuan and Fang Huai both wanted to wear it.

Zhao Yunchuan simply liked these masks and thought they were nice looking, while Fang Huai did it because wealth should not be shown off. Since he had revealed his appearance, he had to conceal it as much as possible to prevent bad people from having bad intentions.

"Brother Huai, do you think this feather mask is pretty?"

This is a gorgeous feather mask.

With black satin as the base, it exudes mystery and depth.

The feathers on it are colorful, including dazzling blue peacock feathers, pure white swan feathers, and colorful pheasant tail feathers, as colorful as rainbows.

The feathers are of varying lengths and arranged in an orderly manner, sparkling with a charming luster under the light.

"It looks good, especially good." Fang Huai's gaze fell on the feather mask, with a hint of admiration in his eyes.

Upon seeing this, Zhao Yunchuan's face immediately broke into a brilliant smile, that smile was like the sun shining through the clouds, bright and dazzling. He was secretly happy in his heart: It seems that my aesthetic taste is still as good as ever.

"Then why don't we wear the same one?" Zhao Yunchuan shook the mask in his hand, and the feathers on the mask trembled slightly, as if in agreement.

"Okay!" Fang Huai nodded without hesitation.

He actually didn't care too much about the style of the mask. At this moment, he had only one thought in his mind, which was that he had to cover his face well. Although the feather mask did not cover the entire face, it also cleverly covered the upper half of the face. Fang Huai frowned slightly and looked at it, thinking, well, this should be fine.