"A Lifetime Of Heroic Dragon "

Chapter Four: 150,000 Fine

Even if Lingling testified, and even if the King of Heaven himself came, Zhong Jiawei wouldn't believe her husband had really become so good. The man who wouldn't even pick up a fallen soy sauce bottle would actually cook for her? As for earning money by selling balloons at the amusement park, Zhong Jiawei wouldn't believe a word of it.

Lingling paused, then said, "I didn't lie, really..."

Zhong Jiawei walked over, grabbed Lingling without a word, and slapped her twice on the bottom, angrily shouting, "What did I tell you? No matter what, you can't lie! Lying gets you a beating!"

Caught off guard, Lingling panicked and felt wronged, crying out, "Mommy, I didn't lie! I didn't lie!"

"Still not admitting it!" Zhong Jiawei was even angrier.

Before she could land another blow, Jiang Zhihao grabbed her hand.

“It’s none of her business,” Jiang Zhihao said. “If you don’t believe me, you can hit me.”

“You think I wouldn’t dare!” Zhong Jiawei was furious and slapped Jiang Zhihao across the face. The tears she had been holding back since yesterday finally flowed. She pointed at Jiang Zhihao and hysterically cursed, “You can torture me however you want, but why did you have to corrupt our daughter too! She never lies, and after just one morning with you, she’s learned to lie! What are you trying to do? Are you trying to drive us to our deaths?”

Zhong Jiawei’s anger made Jiang Zhihao even more silent. He knew that the bad impression he had left was too deep, so no matter what he did, Zhong Jiawei wouldn’t believe him. Even Lingling had suffered an undeserved disaster because of it.

“I’m sorry,” Jiang Zhihao said.

“Don’t apologize to me again! I don’t want to hear it, it disgusts me!” Zhong Jiawei covered her face, rushed into the bedroom, and slammed the door shut.

His wife was crying inside, and his daughter was crying outside. The atmosphere at home made Jiang Zhihao realize that changing these things would be much more difficult than he had imagined.

He sighed and went over to hug Lingling.

The little girl was extremely aggrieved, clinging to his neck and refusing to let go: "Mommy said I lied, but Lingling didn't lie..."

"I know," Jiang Zhihao gently patted her, comforting her, "Mommy is just tired and needs time to rest. Once she's rested, she'll be fine."

The next morning, he still prepared breakfast, but Zhong Jiawei only glanced at it before leaving. Jiang

Zhihao was already mentally prepared for the cold war between the couple.

After breakfast, Jiang Zhihao took Lingling to kindergarten, and then went to the wholesale market to buy a bunch of balloons.

Afterwards, he went to the seafood market, found a stall owner selling Boston lobsters, and told him that he needed a large quantity of Boston lobsters, asking the stall owner to collect them and pick them up the next day.

The stall owner was very happy. Boston lobsters were considered a high-end ingredient, but they weren't as easy to sell as crayfish, after all, the price was relatively high, and they weren't the main target of the working class.

It was a good thing for vendors like them that someone was willing to eat all the Boston lobsters in the seafood market at once.

The reason Jiang Zhihao wanted to buy up all the Boston lobsters from the seafood market was because he clearly remembered the news report from a couple of days later: the Yuye Hotel in the city had lost all its Boston lobsters due to a kitchen worker's mistake. And tomorrow, there was a lavish wedding banquet, one of the dishes being served with those lobsters.

The Yuye Hotel's execution was also poor; by the time the general manager decided to send someone to the seafood market to buy more lobsters, they learned that another hotel had bought some just an hour earlier, leaving them unable to replenish their stock. The

wedding banquet organizers were very influential, and they were furious about this, causing the Yuye Hotel a huge headache, resulting in a large financial loss and almost forcing it to close down.

What Jiang Zhihao needed to do now was to plan ahead and collect the Boston lobsters to sell to the Yuye Hotel tomorrow.

In the evening, Jiang Zhihao, as he had the day before, took Lingling to the amusement park.

This time, he had prepared some food for Lingling beforehand. The little girl ate while watching, occasionally helping to sell balloons, thoroughly enjoying herself.

There were nearly ten times more balloons than yesterday, and the sales weren't slow either; by around nine o'clock in the evening, they were all sold out.

Having nine thousand yuan more in his pocket made Jiang Zhihao feel much more at ease, at least proving his prediction about the future wasn't wrong.

Around ten o'clock, Jiang Zhihao returned home with Lingling.

As soon as they entered, they saw Zhong Jiawei sitting there with a gloomy expression. Seeing the father and daughter return, she jumped up and launched into a tirade against Jiang Zhihao: "What exactly do you want! Where did you take her!"

"Daddy took me to sell balloons..." Lingling weakly defended her father, "We made a lot of money."

"You're lying again!" Zhong Jiawei glared at her, scaring the little girl so much that she immediately covered her bottom.

"She's not lying, we really did go sell balloons, this is what we made tonight." Jiang Zhihao said, showing Zhong Jiawei the cash in his pocket, along with his WeChat and Alipay earnings on his phone.

There wasn't much cash, less than two hundred yuan; most people used electronic payments.

Zhong Jiawei was already in an unusually bad mood today, and after waiting at home until ten o'clock without seeing her daughter, she was furious and wanted nothing more than to tear Jiang Zhihao to pieces. But now, looking at the total income of 8,900 yuan in the account, she was stunned.

For this family, an income of nearly 10,000 yuan was already a great joy.

If Zhong Jiawei herself had received a bonus, it wouldn't be surprising, but she simply couldn't believe that her husband had earned so much by selling balloons.

"What exactly did you do? Why did you take our daughter with you? Did you go and lie to someone?!" Zhong Jiawei questioned angrily. Jiang

Zhihao smiled bitterly. He took their daughter because there was no one else at home

to take care of the child, so why would he think of using her to lie to someone? "Whether you believe it or not, or what you think I did, I will earn enough money tomorrow to help you pay off the company's fine. In addition, it will be enough for Lingling's kindergarten fees as well," Jiang Zhihao said.

At the mention of the fine, Zhong Jiawei's momentum immediately weakened. She sat back on the sofa with a heavy face, covering her face in exhaustion. Before long, tears streamed down her face.

Jiang Zhihao was anxious and quickly asked, "What's wrong? Is the company pressuring you? If it's really difficult, take the money first, pay back whatever you can, and I'll figure out what to do with the rest."

"Figure out what to do? What can you possibly do?" Zhong Jiawei suddenly let go of his hand, crying as she hysterically shouted at Jiang Zhihao, "Even if you robbed a bank, could you get 150,000 in a day?! Don't talk to me anymore, I don't want to hear it!"

Jiang Zhihao was stunned. 150,000? Wasn't it 10,000?