Mother! Please Don't Get Married, Our Family Is Really a Shady Shop!

My mother is getting married for the fourth time. Her first three marriages were all "prosperous" to death. I held my abacus and cried: "Mom! Please don't get married. Our family is really a shady shop!" She moved her abacus and smiled: "Marry! This gift is eighty taels, which is enough to renovate three streets." I did the sabotage, and she did the marketing. I hide mice, and she sells them as "many children, many blessings." I pretended to be a ghost, and she charged me a ticket for the "immersive haunted house experience." The black shop became more and more popular, and I became more and more depressed. Until a man came in with a smile and said, "Using mice as betrothal gifts is quite creative?" My mother's eyes lit up: "Sir, the second cup is half price." Me: "???"