Super Zoo-Chapter 741 - 723: Breaking Off Marriage and Losing Money
This coffee shop is named Kowloon Ice Room, with 1970s-style decor, several old ceiling fans whirling languidly without hurry, posters in traditional Chinese characters on the walls, and digits full of a sense of the era, as if dragging one back to the past. The checkered floor tiles embedded in the ground were particularly vibrant under the warm yellow lighting.
Scattered customers lounged in their seats, leisurely sipping coffee and chatting idly about horse racing.
In fact, it was a Starbucks, but it had perfectly merged with the traditional Xiangjiang-style coffee shop, making it a quiet and comfortable place for friends to chat.
This place was introduced to him by policewoman He Baowen last time he came to Xiangjiang. That day at the coffee shop, He Baowen talked with Suming about famous snack shops around here. She introduced an impressive number of them like the back of her hand, and the one that left the deepest impression on Suming was this Kowloon Ice Room.
The reason was simple; they had shot a film about gangsters here, and it was called Kowloon Ice Room.
People his age had almost grown up watching gangster films. Although now he dealt with real-life gangster bosses, a world entirely different from what the movies showed, he still harbored some sentimentality.
Hou Longtao took out his phone in a daze, handing it to Suming with several audio messages. After pressing the play button, Song Lulu's voice rang in his ears.
It was a cliché, but very realistic speech. Song Lulu felt that after being with Hou Longtao for two years, he gave her no sight of a future. A woman's youth is limited, and she didn't want to waste hers on Hou Longtao anymore.
"Waste" were her exact words.
Suming frowned slightly. There were many ways to say things and plenty of ways to break up, but this person who thought she was being straightforward had chosen words that completely disregarded Hou Longtao's feelings as a man.
There were many voice messages, and Song Lulu was quite 'thoughtful', providing numerous reasons for the breakup, elaborating on her 'difficulties' in detail, even quoting her mother's words to her. Between the lines, it was clear the breakup wasn't her fault, but all because Hou Longtao had no prospects.
In fact, Hou Longtao's 'future', from an ordinary person's perspective, wasn't too bad. He had a flexible job, owned a small private cinema, and even after paying the rent, he could make nearly ten thousand a month. With this relatively free work, many in Yangchuan City, a second-tier city, envied him.
"She mentioned several times, asking me to change jobs, to work for a big company. Initially, the salary would be lower, but it carried prestige to say I worked for a big company..." Before coming here, Hou Longtao had already had quite a bit to drink, reeking of alcohol and speaking incoherently.
Suming twisted his mouth without responding. Initially, what Song Lulu found attractive about Hou Longtao was his slightly rebellious, artistic temperament. For Song Lulu, who hadn't seen much of the world beyond the urban-rural fringe area of the north Third Ring Road, this artistic air of a city's only child was initially very compelling.
Put plainly, Song Lulu wasn't in great need of money but lacked a sense of urban identity. Finding Hou Longtao made her feel like she had become a city dweller.
Over time, the attractiveness of that artistic temperament was gradually replaced by very secular concerns, especially her mother, who was particularly dissatisfied with Hou Longtao, seeing him as a big man without a proper occupation. Whenever someone asked where her future son-in-law worked, she felt embarrassed to speak up and always urged Hou Longtao to find a job with a well-known company. Song Lulu and Hou Longtao had more than one argument over this.
Suming munched on a pineapple bun with butter and drank iced lemon tea, seemingly engrossed in a story, his mind elsewhere.
Lin Mu, sitting opposite, kicked him under the table and narrowed his eyes slightly, conveying that while Hou was sharing his grief, Suming shouldn't just look on as if watching a drama, but show some heart and say a few comforting words.
To be honest, Suming truly couldn't empathize, and even felt a slight sense of relief that Hou Longtao and Song Lulu had broken up.
There are some women who seem okay on the surface—they don't cheat, can manage household chores, and understand how to save money. They're far from being a disastrous beauty, but there's one thing—these women completely misunderstand, even disdain their boyfriend's valued career, and if it's slightly different from the common mass, they deem it as not having a proper job.
Such people will suffocate a man, drag him down. Song Lulu was that kind of person; she wanted ready-made success. If Hou Longtao were the manager of a renowned cinema, clocking in regularly, occasionally socializing just like any boss, and earning an annual salary of hundreds of thousands, Suming believed she would steadfastly follow Hou Longtao.
The more Hou Longtao spoke, the more dejected he became, and he couldn't hold back his tears any longer.
"Cry for what? I rush over here from deals worth millions per second, just to listen to you wail!" Suming ruffled Hou Longtao's hair forcefully. "Isn't it just a breakup? Are you afraid you won't find someone with your qualifications?"
"But right now, I have nothing, I can't even pay for a house in full..." Hou Longtao said.
Suming could guess a thing or two about where Hou Longtao's 'pain point' was.
It was more than just several years of emotional investment; it was a sense of being defeated.
His career and aspirations had been wholly negated by the woman he loved most. Especially with Song Lulu's words, she had made Hou Longtao feel utterly worthless.
A young man—how could he endure that? It was as if Song Lulu was directly telling him that he wasn't worthy of having a girlfriend or getting married.
Suming couldn't understand for the life of him. They had been together for several years, and even if they broke up, how could Song Lulu say such hurtful things and still sound like she was in the right?
Isn't the heart made of flesh?
"Her logic is flawed," Suming rolled his eyes and countered, "How about those earning less than you, working for three to four thousand yuan a month, getting by just fine even with a mortgage? It's not like anyone's dropping dead in their households…"
His words were a bit harsh; Lin Mu shook his head at Suming, who didn't pay him any mind and continued speaking to Hou Longtao, "Material conditions are a foundation, true, but you already have enough to live on. Speaking of houses, her family isn't without one. No matter how hard you try, you might not end up with more houses than her family. In the end, their houses came from demolition compensation, obtained too easily without any struggle. Spiritually, she's still impoverished, lacking a sense of security. Being with someone like that, you'll work yourself to death for a lifetime. Breaking up might be for the best."
"What?" Hou Longtao widened his eyes at Suming, and Lin Mu rolled his eyes too. Is this what you say to someone after a breakup: it's better to have ended it?
This was like wrecking the place.
"Old Su, remember you said that," Lin Mu snickered on the side, "Actually, I also think they weren't suitable, Song Lulu…"
"Don't mention her name, it's agonizing," Hou Longtao said in dismay.
When someone is downtrodden, accompanying them in their sorrow can sometimes improve their mood. Other times, a few harsh words, belittling the things and people they thought were worth the grief, can have an unexpectedly good effect.
At least now, Hou Longtao seemed less upset and more dazed.
Lin Mu cleared his throat and said, "Alright, alright, I also think you're not suited for each other. Breaking up is for the best. But Old Su, if they really do break up, Monkey can't keep his cinema in Song Lulu's family property anymore. You'll need to figure something out."
Lin Mu and Suming went back and forth, leaving Hou Longtao even more confused. Originally, there might have been hope to salvage the relationship, or it could be said that he and Song Lulu were just in a quarrel.
But these two had, in a few words, seemingly confirmed the end of the relationship, cutting off any path back.
"Monkey, what do you say?" Suming looked at Hou Longtao and shook his phone, "Whether she's truly breaking up with you or just making a scene, you've heard what's been said. You must know what kind of person she is. If you're willing to keep putting up with her, it's up to you. If you want to break it off, don't worry about the finances, I support you."
After a moment's thought, Hou Longtao gritted his teeth, "Fine, it's over!"
"Done! After we get back to Yangchuan City, I'll find a location for us to open a small cinema," Suming said, also gritting his teeth.
The three chatted in the ice room until after eleven o'clock. Walking out into the cool breeze, Hou Longtao sobered up considerably, "Wait a second, why do I feel like I've been coaxed into breaking up by you two guys?"
"Right!" Lin Mu nodded earnestly, "I've always seen you two as incompatible, just never had the chance to say it."
"Fuck…" Hou Longtao was speechless.
"Think it over, you still have time to regret it," Suming said with a smile.
"Damn it, no regrets! I've had enough, always tiptoeing around like a grandson, never hearing a good word from her, and her family treats me like I'm begging for scraps," Hou Longtao said angrily.
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Suming laughed heartily, followed by a bitter smile within.
Damn it, when there's no need for money, none of them come by. With over a hundred million sitting in the bank, not knowing what to do with it, Luo Sha calls every day with various financial services, as if the money is impossible to spend; but when it's time to use money, everything happens at once. Sinking several billion into a movie, he was nearly tapped out. Now promising to help Hou Longtao with the cinema, even a small one would require tens of millions to buy out a nearly bankrupt state-owned enterprise.
"How about we just rent a location? There are a few state-owned cinemas in Yangchuan City that are struggling and barely show films anymore," Suming pondered rapidly, figuring that would cost less. Even with tight funds, dealing with millions was still manageable.
Luckily, opening a small cinema wasn't an immediate concern. They could think about it after returning to the mainland.
The week passed, and the contract with Long Wu was settled. What came next was free time.
Back to the original purpose of coming to Xiangjiang: horse betting.
Wondering how his luck would fare this time, he hoped to earn at least a little, enough to resolve the issue with Hou Longtao's cinema.