Rebirth of a Village Girl novel Chapter 227

Chapter 227: 092: Changing views on Ni Yan, Elder Mrs.

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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.”

I’d rather be a poor bird in the sky than a golden canary in a cage.

A simple phrase of fourteen characters, yet it contained countless life wisdoms.

If he hadn’t heard it with his own ears, Song Beicheng would never have believed that these words came from the mouth of a young girl.

Song Beicheng had been around for a long time; he’d seen too many people blinded by wealth, including young girls Ni Yang’s age or even younger.

These girls of tender years, willing to sell everything for a better life.

Refuse to be a golden canary?

They were just afraid they wouldn’t get the chance to be one.

Because Song Beicheng had seen too many people like this, he initially thought Ni Yang was one of them.

He didn’t expect to be wrong once; a helpless smile emerged in Song Beicheng’s eyes.

“Ni Yang, it’s an honor to know you,” Song Beicheng said to Ni Yang earnestly.

Ni Yang laughed lightly, “I’m flattered that I’ve managed to impress boss Song.”

Song Beicheng chuckled, “You’re still calling me ‘boss’? Isn’t this mocking me?”

“It’s just a slip of the tongue,” Ni Yang replied, “I haven’t gotten used to the change yet.”

Just then, the sound of Li Gongcheng urging came from outside the door, “Master, it’s time.”

Song Beicheng looked at his wristwatch, “I have something else to attend to. I’ll leave first. We can talk again when we both have leisure.”