The sales office of Xisheng Mansion is truly magnificent.

A crystal chandelier in the dome, and a marble floor that gleams like a mirror.

The saleswoman, dressed in an elegant uniform, wore a perfectly professional smile.

But a hint of fatigue was already showing between his brows.

Lin Jianguo and Wang Xiulian sat on the leather sofa in the rest area.

The tea in front of me has been brewed countless times.

"Xiao Que's money is for his college education and marriage. How can we spend so much of it all at once!"

Three million eight hundred thousand? I can't bear to part with that!

Wang Xiulian lowered her voice, but her tone was unusually firm.

"Didn't he say that this money is for the kids to improve our lives? He can earn it himself!"

Look at your hands, and look at my back. What are we working so hard for our whole lives?

Isn't it all for the children and for this family?

Now that our child is successful, they kindly want us to enjoy life, so why are you so stubborn?

Lin Jianguo was both anxious and angry, and his voice couldn't help but rise a little.

"Enjoying a life of luxury? I'm enjoying a life of luxury because my son is healthy and strong. I have to think about my son, unlike you..."

Just as the two were arguing, a glib voice broke in.

"Hey, isn't this Old Lin?"

Lin Jianguo froze, looking in the direction of the sound.

A middle-aged man with a beer belly and slicked-back hair was walking toward them.

The man was accompanied by a young couple who seemed somewhat reserved.

The visitor was none other than Director Wang, Lin Jianguo's workshop supervisor at the factory.

"Director Wang."

Lin Jianguo instinctively tried to stand up.

"Hey, no, no, sit down, we're all old colleagues, don't be so polite."

Director Wang pretended to press down on Lin Jianguo's shoulder.

His small eyes darted around the couple, his contempt barely concealed.

"Old Lin, what's wrong with you...?"

Before Lin Jianguo could answer, he started laughing to himself:

"That's true. Xisheng Mansion is one of the top high-end residential complexes in Jiangcheng. It's worth coming here to broaden our horizons."

Today, I'm here with my daughter and son-in-law to choose a wedding home.

He pulled the young man next to him close and patted him on the back triumphantly:

"My son-in-law, Xiao Xu, is an engineer in the science park, and he earns several hundred thousand yuan a year!"

Unlike us, who spend our whole lives in the factory, earning a fixed salary,

A year's hard work doesn't even amount to a fraction of what others earn.

A hint of embarrassment flashed across the young man's face as he forced a smile at Lin Jianguo.

Director Wang, completely oblivious, continued his boasting, spittle flying everywhere:

"Old Lin, although you are a bit older than me, you have to listen to my advice."

People should have self-awareness; with our kind of fate, it's already a miracle if we can even raise our children to adulthood.

This kind of place is fine to just come in and broaden your horizons.

"You're overthinking it. You're just making things difficult for yourself; you won't be able to sleep tonight!"

These words were sharp and sarcastic.

Lin Jianguo's face turned a deep purplish-red, and his fists clenched tightly at his sides.

Wang Xiulian was furious and was about to stand up to argue when...

But Lin Jianguo grabbed him.

He knew Director Wang's character; arguing with him would only make him more smug.

Seeing Lin Jianguo's angry but speechless expression,

Director Wang felt extremely relieved.

Then he turned to the saleswoman and waved his hand dismissively:

"Alright, young lady, show us the room now."

He held up one finger and deliberately raised his voice.

"With a budget of around one million, please help us choose a good one."

The young man, Xiao Xu, looked even more unpleasant.

His annual salary after tax is only around 200,000 yuan.

After deducting expenses for food, clothing, and daily necessities, there isn't much left at the end of the year.

To prepare for the wedding, the family scraped together 400,000 yuan, which they planned to use to buy a small apartment with a loan.

Little did he know that in his future father-in-law's mouth, it would directly become an annual salary of several hundred thousand and a budget of one million.

He quickly whispered to the saleswoman:

"Hello, we'd like to take a look at that small 80-square-meter apartment."

"Eighty flat?"

Director Wang immediately raised his eyebrows and spoke so loudly that the entire sales office could hear him.

"How could you buy something so small? It's so cramped!"

Will my daughter be able to live comfortably after marrying into the family? No way, it'll need to be at least 100 square meters!

Xiao Xu's face darkened completely, and he said, suppressing his anger:

“Dad, it’s just me and Xiaojia living here, 80 square meters is enough.”

"Enough? What do you mean, enough! If word gets out, where will I, Old Wang, put my face?!"