Shen Yuan had explained the house construction issue to Ji Ya, when Li Baocai, who had calmed down, suddenly remembered something, "Yuan, I've already built half a level of the house, won't that affect the design?"
Shen Yuan said nonchalantly, "It's alright, even if it doesn't work out, we can tear it down and rebuild."
"Oh, okay then."
Li Baocai's mind hadn't fully adjusted to the concept yet, but now, hearing his great-nephew's casual words, he realized that as long as you have money, many problems aren't really problems.
Before dinner, Shen Yuan had Ji Ya bring a bunch of nutritional and health supplements from the car, and then distributed a red envelope to everyone.
The red envelopes were a whole two sizes bigger than the standard, and they felt thick; it was obvious there was a good amount inside.
There was exactly 10,000 yuan in each envelope, and then Shen Yuan ran into the kitchen to stuff a red packet that was twice as thick into his grandmother's hands.
