Chapter 22 Cheap Wine

After a few days of reflection, Sophia seemed to have figured it out. The house was gone, but the loan still had to be repaid, and life still had to go on. She couldn't be disheartened anymore. Instead of wallowing, she decided to work hard to earn money.
What if she could save enough for a down payment on another house?
But the down payment for an Opulence house was close to two million. It was easy to say, but actually earning it was really difficult. Sophia comforted herself with these thoughts. But with this drive to strive, she came home with a new spirit.
Charles had already prepared dinner and was a bit surprised to see her return so spiritedly, "Sophia, what happened? Weren't you looking gloomy because of the abandoned construction situation? Why has your whole demeanor changed?"
"Nothing much," Sophia washed her hands and helped Charles bring the dishes to the table. "It's just that on the way back, I thought of a way to earn money through part-time jobs and felt motivated."
Charles set the bowls and chopsticks on the table. "What part-time job are you talking about?"
Sophia smiled, "Running a regular developer's store."
"Running a regular developer's store?" Remington placed the last pot of soup on the table and clearly looked down upon running a regular developer's store profession.
"What's wrong with running a regular developer's store?" Sophia said.
“Let's sit down”, said Charles. Remington sat down as well.
"As a small business owner, can you lower yourself to run a regular developer shop?"
Sophia said, "Don't underestimate the income of running a regular developer shop. They can earn hundreds in one night, and if they persist every day, they can earn tens of thousands in a month. It's not easy to run a small business nowadays. Although our company has around twenty employees, after deducting all expenses, we can only earn three to four hundred thousand a month, and sometimes even less." She talked to Remington about her ideas on generating income and saving money.
"Remington, you know about the situation with the unfinished house I bought, right?"
Remington nodded, "My dad told me." He took out a stack of cash and handed it to Sophia, saying, "It's not easy for you to pay the monthly mortgage for the unfinished house."
Sophia looked at the cash in surprise and asked, "Where did you get the money? Weren't you just starting a new job?"
Remington replied, "I received an advance on my monthly salary from the company, fifteen thousand." She had heard him mention that his new job was in IT. The IT elites at Opulence could earn more than twenty or thirty thousand, even forty thousand or more. It was normal for him to earn fifteen thousand as a newcomer.
Remington continued, "You don't have to run a regular developer shop anymore. I'll help you share some of the monthly mortgage payments for the house in the future."
He didn't agree to invest billions to acquire an unfinished building and complete its construction to help Sophia smoothly receive the house. But he was willing to contribute ten or twenty thousand to relieve her pressure. After all, it was easier for him to come up with ten or twenty thousand every month than to pluck a hair out.
However, Sophia was not planning to take his money. "I told you about the unfinished house, not to ask for your help with the monthly mortgage payments. I want to tell you that we should try harder and earn more money to save up for a down payment again. What do you think?"
Remington frowned, and Sophia continued with her plan, "You see, you can earn fifteen thousand during your probation period. After the probation period, you should be able to earn between eighteen to twenty thousand."
"My company guarantees a minimum income of around 35,000 per month. If the two of us use our spare time to run a regular developer shop and earn an extra ten or twenty thousand per month, then in three or four years, we can save up for a down payment on a house again. Of course, I'm just sharing my thoughts. If you don't agree, I won't force you."
"The most important thing in a relationship is to have the same opinion," she said so much, but all Remington heard was her idea of running a regular developer shop together.
He completely ignored her plans of saving up to buy a house. Running a regular developer shop together? Running a regular developer shop? For the person in control of a multi-billion-dollar conglomerate, to run a regular developer shop in the noisy and chaotic Chinatown?
At this moment, Remington's brow furrowed tightly. He never expected that, in this world, there were actually people demanding him to do such meaningless things that wasted his precious time.
Do they even know how much money he can earn every second? If he were to say it out loud, it might scare her to death.
Just as he was about to firmly refuse, Charles gladly agreed, "Sure, of course I can. I can even cook for you, deliver food, and assist you."
"Dad," Remington frowned and glared at Charles.
Charles leaned closer to his ear and whispered, "If you agree with Sophia, I'll move out. Otherwise, I'll just stay here."
At the thought of the old man moving out, he wouldn't have to squeeze in the same room with Sophia anymore.
After considering for a moment, he looked at Sophia, "When I have free time, I can go with you to set up a regular developer's shop. But I can't accompany you every day. Have you decided on what to sell?"
"Yes, I have."
Next, Sophia talked incessantly, analyzing everything from the target market, competition analysis, profit and loss, to supply channels.
Remington realized that the woman he married had a great business mind. If she had completed her university education smoothly or had a better platform, she would have been an amazing businesswoman.
He nodded in agreement.
"You agree?" Sophia looked at him expectantly.
He nodded again.
"Then let's do it!" Sophia was overjoyed, suddenly full of motivation.
She took out a bottle of white wine, opened it, and poured a glass for Remington, his father, and herself. "To celebrate our family finding a new way to make money, shall we have a drink?"
Remington looked at the bottle of white wine. "Er Kwokto?"
What kind of wine was Er Kwokto?
He asked with disdain, "Is it good to drink?"
"Don't be judgmental," Sophia said, picking up her glass to toast with them.
"I bought the good Er Kwokto, 55 dollars per bottle. It's not the cheap kind that costs a few dollars, it's delicious."
55 dollars per bottle and a few dollars per bottle, aren't they different?
In Remington's eyes, only the wines he kept in the cellar were good wines. The bottle that Sophia poured for him belonged to the inferior spirits that were cheaply mixed. Drinking it might even be poisonous. Even if he were beaten to death, he wouldn't drink it.
Sophia forcefully handed him the glass, "Let's celebrate."
"Don't spoil the happy atmosphere," Charles scolded him, "Just pick it up and drink."
In Remington's mind, he didn't want to drink this low-grade and inferior wine. But unknowingly, he steadied the glass in his hand and clinked glasses with Sophia and Charles. Sophia could handle her alcohol.
But her face turned red when she drank, and it didn't fade easily.
Even after digesting the meal and taking a shower, her face was still rosy.
After washing up, Remington asked, "Do you still need to apply medicine on the wound behind you?"
Sophia brought out the medicine box and sat in front of him. "I just need to trouble you again to help me apply it."
Remington focused his attention and helped her apply the medicine. Every time he helped her apply the medicine these few days, he didn't dare to directly look at her body, even when their eyes met, he restrained himself like a gentleman.
Afraid of losing control, after applying the medicine, he quickly went to get his laptop, saying he was busy.
Because Sophia's body was too beautiful, especially the delicate butterfly bones on her back. Any man would have such thoughts towards her. But Remington tried his best to restrain this instinctive biological response.
This time, however, Sophia held onto his hand, "Remington?"
Her fair as jade fingers tightly gripped his robust wrist, as if holding onto his clarity of mind. When he turned to look at her sweet blushed cheeks, he suddenly felt a bit dazed, restless, and unsettled.