A few minutes later, Su Yang turned a corner and saw a house on the roadside about thirty or forty meters ahead decorated with lights and decorations.
The house looked to have about three or four floors, with a large lighting fixture on the middle floor that illuminated the roads around the house.
There are several big red lanterns and some red festive decorations hanging on both sides of the house door. It is obvious that this is Song An's family.
Su Yang took a glance and smiled: "We're here, right here."
As he spoke, he drove the car to an open space in front of Song An's house. At this time, a figure walked out of the house quickly.
The person who came was Song Anquan. He looked about 175 cm tall and was wearing a simple gray T-shirt and black shorts.
She is a little chubby, with simple short hair, a round face, thick eyebrows, small eyes, a not-so-high nose bridge, big ears, and thick lips.
The first impression he gives is that he is a very honest and simple guy.
Su Yang also saw Song Anquan at this time. He smiled and stretched out his head and shouted: "Anquan~"
"Good brother!! You are finally here~" Song Anquan walked quickly towards Su Yang, but after just two steps he saw the goddess of celebration standing on the front of the car.
He was stunned and stopped, an expression of surprise appeared on his face.
"Wait wait, this is... Cullinan?"
Su Yang nodded and smiled: "Yes, it should be okay to use this car as your lead car, right?"
"Oh my god! Bro, you're my real brother! You actually got me a Rolls-Royce! This is incredible! I couldn't even imagine it!"
Su Yang smiled and parked his car next to several cars in front of the house. Then he opened the door and got out.
Song Anquan hurried forward and shouted, "My dear brother, you are really awesome. You used the Cullinan as the lead car and took off directly!!"
"Wow, this car is so cool!" Song Anquan said excitedly as he walked around the car. Then he looked at Su Yang and asked, "Brother, how much does it cost to rent a Cullinan for a day?"
Su Yang rolled his eyes at Song Anquan and smiled faintly: "It's not a rental, it's my own car."
"Your own..." Song Anquan repeated with a smile, and then he immediately widened his eyes and looked at Su Yang.
"What did you say? Your own?"
Su Yang nodded: "Yeah, mine~"
"No, brother...are you kidding me? I may not be very capable, but I know how much a Cullinan costs. This car must be worth seven or eight million!"
Su Yang smiled and took out a cigarette, opened it and handed it to Song Anquan: "Are you smoking now?"
"No, no."
"Your habit is fine, but it's better not to smoke."
Su Yang took back the cigarette and lit it himself. "It's like this. I made some money doing business with my friends over the past two years. I won't tell you the details of the process, but after I made the money, I bought a Cullinan."
Su Yang spoke calmly, but Song Anquan's face was filled with shock.
He swallowed and said, "You make it sound like you bought a second-hand Jetta. No, what kind of business is so profitable? My brother, you have to take care of your brothers when the time comes!"
Su Yang smiled and said, "Of course. I'll tell you in detail after you finish your wedding. If you're willing, you'll have to come to Haicheng to work."
"Forget about Haicheng. Even if you let me work at sea, as long as I can make money, that's fine!"
Su Yang patted Song Anquan's shoulder and said with a smile: "Okay, as long as you don't pick the place."
Song Anquan stared at the Cullinan in front of him for several seconds with his eyes shining. He took a deep breath and said again, "Let me confirm again, is this car really yours?"
"Hey, it's all in vain. Seriously, why would I lie to you? Don't you believe me? Besides, do I really need to pretend in front of you?"
"Fuck!" Song Anquan couldn't help but blurt out a Chinese quintessence.
Su Yang smiled and patted his shoulder, "Don't stand there like an idiot, come and carry the things."
"What are you carrying?" Song Anquan followed quickly.
Su Yang walked to the back of the car, opened the trunk, took out a box of Maotai and placed it in the hands of Song Anquan, who was still a little confused.
"It's been so long since you came. Bring a box of Maotai for your dad to drink."
"Hey, you're here, what are you buying..." Song Anquan stopped talking mid-sentence. He looked down at the whole box of maozi in his hand, then looked up at Su Yang with admiration, "Oh my god, you really made a fortune, brother, that's amazing."
Su Yang shook his head and smiled: "It's not a matter of making a fortune. We can talk about this slowly when we have time." As he said that, he took out two more Hetianxia cigarettes and closed the trunk.
Song Anquan took a deep breath and imagined the scene of himself driving a Cullinan in the future. Then he nodded with a smile: "Okay, brother, let's go into the house first, dinner will be served soon~"
"Okay, let's go~"
Su Yang followed Song Anquan towards the front door of his house. Song Anquan's house had three floors. The first floor had three large rooms, with the living room in the middle being the largest.
The right side belongs to the restaurant, and the left side was originally a room for storing groceries, which has now been vacated for use as a restaurant.
There is a backyard right behind the living room on the first floor. The kitchen, toilet and other facilities are built in the backyard. When there are festivals or big events that require slaughtering pigs and sheep, they are done in the backyard. The second and third floors are bedrooms and other sleeping areas.
As soon as they entered the door, they saw several people sitting around the sofa in the living room, both men and women.
At this time, Song Anxi shouted with a smile: "Dad, Su Yang is here~"
Hearing the voice, a man who looked to be about fifty years old with slightly gray hair turned his head. This man was Song Anquan's father, Song Haihua.
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