Song Yan never thought she would experience a day of transmigrating into a book. Well, if she transmigrated, she transmigrated! The 1970s weren't that scary.
However, she didn't expec...
"Who's getting jealous? What do you mean, several courtyards? You..." Song Yan stopped talking; she was familiar with the appearance of this kind of paper.
“My dad said this was something Uncle Zeng asked him to do, and now it’s all done, so he asked me to give it to you.” Shen Ruomei handed several papers to Song Yan.
The two pieces of paper above can be considered property ownership certificates for two houses.
The remaining sheets of paper are a list of the items that were taken from these houses.
Then there was a bankbook.
"How can there be so much money in here?" It would be a lie to say that Song Yan wasn't surprised after seeing the amount.
These days, 10,000 yuan is an astronomical figure; this is several times that amount.
"When the items were returned, if any were missing or damaged, we compensated them with money at the original price."
The other half of this money is the back pay and subsidies that Uncle Zeng has received over the past few years. It's all in your name now." Shen Ruomei said with great joy.
When Wei Aiguo heard this, he came over to see these things. He and Song Yan didn't know what to say, but there was no surprise in their eyes.
Shen Ruomei saw no surprise on their faces, which made her even happier.
“There’s too much of this, I can’t take it,” Song Yan said.
Wei Aiguo: "When we go back and see our godfather, we'll return these things to him."
Shen Ruomei was anxious. How could that be? "You can't do this. With the items in your hands, Uncle Zeng's happiness for the rest of his life will be guaranteed."
You don't know who I ran into when I arrived? That disgusting Fu Baozhen. We met her before, don't you remember?
That shameless woman heard that Uncle Zeng was coming back, so she came to me to ask about it.
When Su Zhaohai was failing, she turned to her father. It was then that she realized she had a father.
If someone like her were to fall into her hands, Uncle Zeng would never be able to afford food in the future.
Uncle Zeng's son is even more disgusting; he recognized Su Zhaohai as his godfather.
"Can Uncle Zeng really count on a son like that?"
Fu Baozhen and his brother are disgusting enough, but what about all that wealth...?