Sponsor System: Harem With Infinite Money-Chapter 210: I Make A Lot Of Money

At the alley’s intersection stood a human-powered tricycle, a rare sight in cities nowadays.

Tina gave the driver an address, then leaned against Ryan. "I’m always happiest when I come back."

Ryan could see it—Tina wasn’t as lively or cheerful at school, but here, she seemed full of energy.

It was like a zoo monkey returning to the forest, back where it truly belonged.

After crossing an old stone arch bridge, the road narrowed further. On the other side stood a rustic countryside restaurant.

Built by the water, next to a lotus pond and the stream, the place was simple yet spacious.

The ground was unpaved, just sand and gravel. Locals sat scattered around the yard at makeshift tables, already drinking.

The private rooms were basic, like those on construction sites, but they had air conditioning and were clean.

"Uncle! Aunt! Brother!"

As soon as they entered, Tina beamed, pulling Ryan forward. "This is my boyfriend, Ryan."

"Hello!"

Ryan wasn’t shy now—why should he be nervous after coming this far?

The couple appeared to be in their forties but looked older with their sun-darkened skin. The uncle was lean but clearly hardworking.

The aunt seemed like a traditional rural woman, a bit stern. She nodded briefly before turning to scold her son.

The "brother," a rural teen with a non-mainstream style, was engrossed in Honor of Kings. He glanced up with a grin. "Bro-in-law!"

Then he immediately returned to his game, his face slightly flushed.

They took their seats. Her uncle said, "Ryan, don’t be shy. The place might look simple, but the food’s great."

"Plus, we’re at the junction of fresh and saltwater, so the seafood’s extra tasty. I promise it’s as good as any fancy city restaurant."

Tina’s bag today was unusually large. She opened it and pulled out two packs of cigarettes like a magician, handing one each to her grandpa and uncle.

"Ma’am, do you like this?"

The gift given to the old lady was a pair of gold earrings. After receiving the jewelry, her dark face instantly relaxed.

Ryan had also bought a bracelet for her grandmother. The old lady loved it very much, but she scolded lightly, "Tina, you’re still a student. If you have money, you should save it for your future. How can you waste it like this?"

"Grandma, I make a lot of money, don’t worry about it."

Tina looked at this happy scene and seemed very pleased.

The rural non-mainstream boy looked up and asked, "Sis, what about mine?"

"How dare you ask? I heard you ran off to play for days and disappeared. I’ll deal with you later."

Tina glared at him fiercely.

The young man lowered his head in embarrassment, looking thoroughly chastised. The old lady chuckled and said, "You little monkey, only your sister can keep you in line."

Though the atmosphere was lively, Ryan couldn’t help but notice a slight brother-supporting dynamic in this couple.

As they chatted and laughed, the uncle warmly pulled Ryan aside to order food. The dishes at the countryside stall were displayed openly.

The uncle grabbed a bottle of drink from the counter and grinned. "Ryan, thanks to you, the old man and I get to enjoy some meat today."

It seemed he was usually under strict control, given how eager he looked.

True enough, the old lady and Tina’s mother clearly disapproved but held their tongues since there were guests present.

Tina obediently stood up to pour the wine, dividing the bottle into three portions and serving each a standard two-cent cup. Softly, she said, "It’s a happy occasion, so a little is fine—but not too much."

Countryside restaurants were known for their quick service. The cold dishes arrived as soon as the wine was poured.

First came the raw marinated mantis shrimp and blood clams, followed by the braised platter—pork intestines, pork belly, and tofu.

"Come, let’s have a drink first!" The old man raised his glass enthusiastically.

Ryan clinked glasses with them. The younger brother and Tina stuck to cola, while the two women sipped free tea, saying they’d save room for soup later. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

"Ryan, what does your family do?" the elder asked naturally.

Tina cut in, slightly annoyed, "Uncle, we’re still students. Family business is family business. Ryan will start his own ventures in the future."

"Ah, right. We haven’t even graduated yet— s silly of me to ask."

Whether he was just making an excuse to drink or not, he raised his glass again, this time in apology.

Dishes kept coming—blanched sand shrimp, sweet and fresh; scallion-and-ginger stir-fried brackish blue crabs; a pot of small mixed fish, deliciously tender.

Stir-fried green pit snails, a plate of crispy fried oil crabs, and a plate of geoduck sautéed in chicken fat—all counted as substantial fare.

Simple home-style fried rice, cooked with lard over high heat, was heavenly as long as the ingredients were fresh.

The soup was excellent too—sliced conch, thin as cicada wings, braised with bamboo fungus and scallops, then finished with celery and pepper. The aroma was intoxicating.

Ryan stayed quiet as usual during the meal, listening carefully. He pieced together a rough understanding of their situation.

Tina lived with her grandparents, while her uncle and aunt’s family lived next door. Both houses were centuries old—nothing to complain about once you got used to them.

Now, the area was slated for demolition. The government planned to build a pedestrian street or something similar. The compensation, however, was meager.

Their combined living space was only 50 square meters, cramped as it was. The relocation payout was less than 30,000 dollars—not even enough to buy a 50-square-meter apartment in the town’s residential area.

With the younger brother growing up and marriage prospects looming, squeezing the whole family into one place was no longer feasible.

"Uncle, what about that boss’s house you mentioned last time?" Tina asked softly.

"He’s moved to a new place and wants to sell the old one. It’s in a prime spot—right near the old cinema."