Zhang Meiling's mouth fell open, surprise flashing in her eyes, "Then you're telling me, my brother-in-law is some kind of small business owner now?"
Xu Ying nodded, that was more or less the case.
"My goodness, then what's my mom complaining about." Zhang Meiling had seen that fried food stand; every time school let out and she went there, it was packed with people, never short of business, making good money.
Leaning back on the bed, Xu Ying felt the same way. One shouldn't underestimate an individual entrepreneur—in this era, as long as you had some guts and weren't foolish, almost anyone could make a success if they went into business.
Those who looked down on entrepreneurs would feel envious later on.
"Your mom probably just doesn't know the whole story. Once Aimin explains it to her, it'll be fine," Xu Ying said, feeling fatigue wash over her as she spoke.
She got up, washed up, and then lay down on the bed to sleep.
