192: Chapter 192 If you're mentally sound, why would you climb a tree?

Seeing the serious look on Xia Ning's face, Qin Xun also straightened his attitude.

Xia Ning said slowly.

"Most people think that having money can solve 99% of their troubles, and this statement is actually... correct."

"But that 1% of problems that can't be solved are very likely major issues on a mental level."

"Many people think that rich people don't deserve to be depressed; this is a prejudice, or even a form of discrimination."

At this point, she paused, a flash of helplessness in her eyes, and continued.

"Second-generation rich kids have never had to worry about food or clothing since they were young, so their threshold for happiness has been raised very, very high."

"We don't feel happy just because we bought a new phone, and we don't even feel much when buying a car worth a million."

"It's hard for us to gain a sense of achievement in our careers because we are always overshadowed by the halos of our parents' generation."

"So some people start developing hobbies: motorcycles, skiing, fishing."

"Sometimes these hobbies can be extreme, or even perverted."

"But if their emotions get stuck in a dead end, it's very likely to destroy their lives."

She took a deep breath and delivered her final conclusion.

"So, it's not impossible that you think Ye Lan is a masochist."

Seeing Xia Ning looking so serious, Qin Xun felt that she was really speaking from a position of privilege.

Suddenly, he had a change of thought.

Xia Ning's family is rich, yet she still ran out to start a coffee shop.

To ordinary people, that's just crazy.

Song Ying's family is rich, and she also ran out to become an influencer.

To ordinary people, that's... still considered normal, not a serious illness.

And in his past life.

The eldest princess of Samsung in South Korea, with her high beauty, high education, and strong capabilities, actually ignored her family's opposition and married a security guard.

In the end, she was cheated on and suffered domestic violence.

Looking at it this way, Xia Ning's theory that "second-generation rich kids might be psychologically twisted" seems to make sense.

Sometimes, the mental state of rich people is different from ordinary people.

Qin Xun sighed.

"Sigh... I can't even imagine the troubles of the rich!"

Xia Ning smiled and said.

"Based on my experience, Ye Lan is a second-generation rich kid, and specifically the kind who isn't very valued in her family."

The only second-generation rich kids Qin Xun knew were Xia Ning and Song Ying.

This topic touched on his knowledge blind spot, so he could only remain silent.

Xia Ning asked.

"Guess how much Ye Lan's earrings cost?"

Qin Xun frowned and thought about it.

Was she wearing earrings?

I didn't notice!

Xia Ning smiled and made an "8" gesture, giving him a hint.

Qin Xun saw it and said.

"8 yuan with free shipping?"

Xia Ning: "..."

Qin Xun laughed.

"I'm just teasing you!"

"I could tell right away that her earrings were over 800,000; how extravagant!"

"Hanging a whole house on her ears."

Xia Ning said calmly.

"It's eight million."

Qin Xun froze, and after a while, said slowly.

"Beasts... ah!"

"What absolute beasts!"

"Those dressed in silk are not the ones raising silkworms."

"Their fingers never touch mud, yet they dwell in magnificent mansions."

"The farmer's heart burns like boiling soup, while the noble sons wave their fans!"

Xia Ning: "..."

Is he really this resentful of the rich?

Did that "eight million" really trigger such high literary accomplishment in him?

Qin Xun shook the briefcase in his hand, held it high, and sighed.

"So 1 million is only as heavy as a puppy."

"Just this little bit of money is something an ordinary person can't save up in a lifetime."

Xia Ning saw Qin Xun holding the briefcase over his head and felt a bit worried.

"Actually, Ye Lan sent a cooperation invitation to the company yesterday, wanting to commission a song from you and do corresponding song marketing."

"This 1 million might be a deposit."

"You don't have to throw this 1 million away for the sake of so-called male dignity; you can accept it."

She paused.

"You can count it as company revenue!"

Qin Xun turned to look at Xia Ning, looking shocked, and quickly lowered his hand.

"Why would you think I'm the kind of person who would refuse money for the sake of dignity?"

"Besides, how sincere was Ye Lan's attitude when she apologized just now?"

"I forgive her!"

He shoved the briefcase into Xia Ning's arms.

"This 1 million won't be counted as company revenue; this is emotional distress compensation Ye Lan gave me."

"We'll split it fifty-fifty!"

Xia Ning: "..."

"That wouldn't be good, would it?"

"I didn't suffer any emotional damage."

Qin Xun looked at Xia Ning quietly and teased.

"If you're mentally normal, why did you climb a tree just now?"

Xia Ning: "!!!"

Her face turned red, and she punched Qin Xun on the arm.

Qin Xun looked up at the night sky and said in a deep voice.

"Mi Xier was slashed by someone; she didn't bleed, so I compensated her with The Little Tavern."

He looked down at Xia Ning's feet.

"Your feet bled; if I don't fleece ten million out of Ye Lan, call me incompetent!"

Xia Ning: "???"

She just wanted to say she wasn't that precious, but then she thought about how he had finally built up his fighting spirit to expand the company's business.

And that he wanted to collect a huge profit.

It would also be a great contribution to the company, and would allow her father to see his management ability.

Xia Ning had to close her mouth and say nothing.

Suddenly.

Qin Xun turned around, bent his knees, and hunched over.

"Get on, I'll carry you."

Xia Ning looked at this "turtle shell" in front of her, remembering the awkward situation at the airport, and felt a bit embarrassed.

"I can walk myself."

But she heard Qin Xun snort coldly.

"Don't be stubborn."

"I just saw that your ankle is a bit swollen again; if you leave any underlying issues, you'll have to go to work in a wheelchair when you're sixty."

"Also, the soles of your feet are abraded; be careful of infection wearing slippers."

Xia Ning looked down at her feet, her voice small.

"My shoes aren't smelly, they won't get infected."

Qin Xun's calm voice came.

"They don't smell, but... they're slightly tipsy."

Xia Ning: "!!!"

She punched Qin Xun on the back with a "thud."

"You're courting death!"

...

Qin Xun and Xia Ning stayed in Chengdu for two days.

On Sunday noon, they had a meal with An Ke and Mi Xier to bid their final farewells.

An Ke looked at Qin Xun with a smile.

"The next renovation pilot for Dudu Tea will be in Haicheng; when I go there, you must treat me to a meal."

Qin Xun remembered the last time An Ke was in Haicheng for a few days and didn't even manage to get a bowl of ramen, so he nodded.

"Don't worry, I'll treat you to the best beef noodles."

Mi Xier had washed away the vanity, dressed very simply, walked up to Qin Xun, and looked at him without speaking.

Two bean-sized tears fell.

"Qin Xun, you will come back to see us... right?"

Qin Xun smiled.

"Of course, I have to come over to check the accounts at least once a quarter."

"Otherwise, what if you secretly eat up all the profits of The Little Tavern?"

Mi Xier laughed out loud.

"If you don't come, I'll definitely steal the money into my own purse."

The four of them parted ways.

Qin Xun carried his backpack and dragged his suitcase, walking down the road to hail a taxi.

Xia Ning followed behind in her slippers, looking at Qin Xun's back, and suddenly said softly.

"Qin Xun, I have something to tell you."

"An Ke and Mi Xier... both like you."