"Oh dear! It's already this late!"

He turned to the old man, his face beaming with smiles.

"Grandpa, Jinhua and I have to go to work now. You two can rest at home..."

"Go."

The old man waved his hand.

"Come home early tonight, let's have a good talk."

Li Jinhua stiffened almost imperceptibly for a moment, then nodded obediently.

"Yes, I'll cook when I get home from work."

After the two left in a hurry, Su Jianguo closed the door, and the smile on his face immediately disappeared.

"Dad, do you really believe her nonsense?"

The old man spat and slammed the teacup down on the table.

"Trust her? I've fought more battles than she's eaten salt!"

He took out his pipe bowl and slowly filled it with tobacco.

"That little vixen, her eyes are filled with hatred."

Su Jianguo breathed a sigh of relief and pulled over a stool to sit down.

"Then you still..."

What's the rush?

The old man struck a match, and the tobacco in his pipe made a hissing sound.

"A good hunter knows how to wait. Let her run wild for a few days; the more she shows her tail, the easier it will be to deal with her later."

Su Jianguo nodded knowingly, then suddenly remembered something and lowered his voice.

"Dad, Mingqiang has been obsessed with buying a big truck, you absolutely mustn't..."

"fart!"

The old man exhaled a puff of smoke.

"Where would I get money? Even if I did, I wouldn't give it to you!"

He squinted.

"But you, suddenly you've figured it out? Weren't you the one who always doted on the boss?"

Su Jianguo smiled wryly and touched his nose.

People always change.

He changed the subject.

"By the way, you two can stay here for a few days. Once I've finished tidying up the east wing, I'll bring you to my place."

The old man waved his hand.

"No rush. Your mother and I are doing fine here."

He smiled meaningfully.

"Perfect opportunity to teach that little wench a lesson in manners."

Su Jianguo understood and rose to take his leave.

"Okay, I have something to do, I'll be going now."

After leaving the family compound, Su Jianguo rode his bicycle straight to another courtyard house he had his eye on the day before.

The old man was in a good mood after scolding his eldest son's family, and he hummed a little tune he had just heard along the way.

The drums sounded, and the battle rations were prepared.

Two drumbeats, tighten your battle robes;

Three drumbeats sound, the sword is drawn;

The four drums sound, signaling the surrender of the troops!

Each of them received a reward.

Step back and take a knife to the neck!

The generals and their master returned to camp.

Success will be achieved by noon tomorrow!

The song "Dingjun Mountain" is a testament to passionate patriotism.

I rode my bike to the vicinity of Qianmen Street.

There is a courtyard house for sale here.

Although it's smaller than the one I bought in Xisi yesterday, the location is better.

The homeowner was a middle-aged man wearing glasses who claimed he was in a hurry to sell the property because he was going to Shanghai to find his son.

"Comrade Su, look at these roof beams, they're made of genuine old material!"

The homeowner patted the thick beams and pillars.

"This courtyard of mine is at least two hundred years old."

Su Jianguo observed them discreetly.

The building has three main rooms and two side rooms. Although it is somewhat dilapidated, the structure is intact.

Most importantly, he remembered that this area was demolished in the early 1990s, and the compensation was shockingly high.

"How much?"

The homeowner adjusted his glasses.

"Four thousand five hundred is the fixed price."

Su Jianguo sneered.

"Your house needs its tiles replaced and the walls repaired; it won't be cheap, less than three thousand five hundred."

He turned around as if to leave.

"Three thousand? If that's not enough, then forget it."

"Hey, hey, don't rush!"

The homeowner quickly stopped him.

"Three thousand eight hundred, that's the lowest I can go!"

"You're not really serious about selling. I'll add fifty more to your price, making it three thousand five hundred and fifty. That's the final price."

After some haggling, the courtyard house was finally sold for 3,600 yuan.

After signing the contract, Su Jianguo touched the property deed in his pocket, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up.

The two courtyard houses cost him nearly ten thousand yuan, but in the past ten years, the returns he would have made would have been thousands or even tens of thousands of times that.

However, Su Jianguo didn't have much money left to save at this point.

Su Jianguo couldn't help but start thinking about what kind of way to make money quickly and legally during this period.

It was evening.

Su Jianguo rode his bicycle back to the courtyard house.

Wang Xiulan is cooking in the kitchen.

When her husband returned, she wiped her hands.

"Honey, the food will be ready soon."

Su Jianguo nodded and walked into the main room.

Su Mingfu was reviewing his lessons under the lamp when he saw him come in, and he quickly got up.

"father."

"Um."

Su Jianguo responded, then suddenly realized that someone was missing.

"Where is Yuzhen?"

Su Mingfu pushed up his glasses.

"My little sister is crying inside... saying her hands hurt from washing dishes..."

Su Jianguo snorted coldly.

"She complains of pain just from washing the dishes; she's spoiled!"

He turned to the kitchen. "Xiulan, ignore her. She'll behave herself if she goes hungry for a meal!"

Wang Xiulan hesitated for a moment, then sighed and continued to stir-fry the cabbage in the pan.

At dinner, Su Yuzhen came out with red eyes and obediently sat at the very end of the table.

She glanced timidly at her father, and seeing that he didn't seem to be angry, she began to eat her rice in small bites.

Su Jianguo saw all of this and chuckled to himself.

This little brat has finally learned to be scared.

It seems it's not too late; we can train them slowly.

During dinner...