Song Beicheng nodded.
Ni Yang said, "I like money, but at the same time, I only like the money I earn myself. Your sky-high solicitation to me is no different from charity, so I choose to reject it. I prefer being down-to-earth rather than unexpectedly rich overnight."
Song Beicheng was taken aback; he didn't expect such an answer from Ni Yang.
She had her own thoughts and was very frank.
She was not like a typical girl; she was outstanding.
After a moment, Song Beicheng continued to ask, "What's the difference between windfall wealth and working hard to earn money?"
Just then, an old man walking his bird happened to pass by the shop. Ni Yang pointed at the bird in the cage and then at the bird singing high in the camphor tree, "It's about like the difference between these two."
Song Beicheng was stunned again.
Ni Yang's voice came again, "I'd rather be a poor bird in the sky than a golden canary in a cage."
