The neighbors all know that there are some foreigners living in this house, and the one who is in charge is a Chinese philanthropist. But this Chinese philanthropist is just a keeper of the house and not the real owner.
But now, Yang Jing's four masters including Guo Xiaoxiang and Gege finally knew that the real owner of this house was actually standing next to them.
Regardless of the heat, Gege tightly grasped Yang Jing's arm and asked tremblingly, "Yang Jing, is this house really yours now?"
Yang Jing smiled and said, "Yes, didn't I say yesterday that we're going to look at new houses today? After we get married, if we come to live in Yanjing, how about we live here?"
"Hmm..." This time Gege didn't care about being shy anymore and nodded repeatedly.
Old Liu also sighed and said, "Xiao Jing, we never thought that this house would be yours! We have discussed before who this famous house belongs to. This house is worth more than 3 billion! I didn't expect it to be yours."
"Master, this is not my fault. I only found out about it two days ago, and today is the first time I've seen this house. If I have to say anything, I can only say that my master has a good eye and bought this house very early. Now it's a bargain for me."
Old Guo said with a smile: "This house is great, Old Liu, Old Xiao, and Old Cai, when Xiao Jing is not living here anymore, we brothers can come and stay for a few days. This is a house worth 3 billion. If it were in ancient times, only officials above the third rank would be eligible to live here! Then we brothers can come and enjoy it..."
Several old men smiled and nodded in agreement.
This house is really big enough. The old locust tree in the courtyard, which is more than 200 years old, makes a group of people marvel.
While those people were admiring the house, Peter Wu walked over with Christopher.
"You are Mr. Yang, right? I'm Peter Wu, and I've been here all these years. There used to be an old man here who specialized in shopping for the boss, but unfortunately..."
Peter Wu is in his seventies this year. He came here in the 1980s, and more than thirty years have passed. Although he is a Chinese American, he is no different from an ordinary old man in Yanjing. His wife has been here for a long time, but the children did not come back with him.
It has to be said that Pete Wu also made great contributions to Yang Jing.
Yang Jing leaned close to Peter Wu's ear and whispered, "Peter, I didn't leave. A part of my consciousness has been living on in this disciple of mine, so I'm very happy to see you again. Also, I didn't have time when Lao Na passed away, so I didn't catch up with Lao Na's funeral. Thank you for your hard work."
As soon as these words came out, Pete Wu's eyes widened. He pointed at Yang Jing in disbelief, his lips trembling but unable to speak.
Yang Jing whispered, "Old Wu, that's right, what my master said just now is right, he has not left us. But this matter is only known to a very few people, you don't have to tell it now that you know it."
Old Wu nodded, trembling all over, but the ecstasy in his expression was obvious.
It was July, the hottest time of the year in Yanjing. Although it was only a little after nine in the morning, if it weren't for the lush locust tree, the yard would have been unfit for standing.
"Four masters, Xiao Xiang, let's go in and cool down." As he spoke, Yang Jing took Gege's hand and walked into the main room in the north under the guidance of Peter Wu.
As soon as he entered the door, Yang Jing heard the four masters behind him gasp in surprise. Turning his head, he saw that the four masters were all frozen in place, with incredible expressions on their faces.
Especially the third master, Mr. Guo, looking at the dazzling array of antiques in this room, as well as the antique shelf made of golden nanmu, the old man could only murmur: "My God, based on the treasures displayed in this room, I'm afraid that the Hall of Supreme Harmony in our Palace Museum can't compare to this..."
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