Chapter 778 "Where did you get the money?"
Song Cun was squeezed on the bus on his way home from get off work, holding his cell phone in one hand and tightly grasping the hanging ring on the bus with the other hand. His body swayed forward and backward as the driver switched between the accelerator and the brake.
Some sections of the road are under construction and maintenance, the streets are extremely crowded, the honking of private car horns outside is endless, and inside the bus, the 18-degree air conditioning cannot reduce the unbearable heat among the crowd.
Her suppressed sobbing gradually attracted the curious gazes of the passengers around her. She tried hard to stop sobbing. Jiang Yuan's voice seemed to come from a distant place and gradually became vague and uncertain.
"I'm still busy, Jiang Yuan, let's not talk anymore. I'm hanging up first."
Song Cun put the phone into his bag, then looked up expressionlessly, his eyes still wet, but his gaze had no focus and casually fell on the streets passing by outside the car window.
After returning home, Song Cun put the passbook with the two million yuan on the table and showed it to her mother and brother. "This is Dad's compensation. It has come in. Two million yuan. I have already deposited it into a fixed deposit."
Her mother wiped her hands on her apron after washing vegetables, then immediately picked up the passbook from the table and looked at it carefully. When she saw the words "Song Cun" on the account, her face suddenly darkened. "How did you deposit it into your name?"
Song Cun: "For easy access."
Song Xiao snatched the passbook from her mother's hand and said, "Why did you take Dad's compensation money? No wonder you didn't go back to Beicheng. You must have wanted to take this money in your mind for a long time."
Song Cun snatched the passbook from Song Xiao again and handed it to her mother. With a cold face, he said word by word, "Mom will keep the passbook. This is the money Dad risked his life for. No one in the family has the right to touch this money unless it is absolutely necessary."
Song Xiao snorted coldly, "Why are you pretending?"
Song Cun was so angry that his face turned pale. He scolded, "Song Xiao, you think I stayed here just for these two million, right? Then I'll give you the two million left by my father. I don't want a penny and I'll go back to North City tomorrow."
Her mother looked at her face and immediately said, "Why are you angry with your brother? He's just a child, what does he know? Leave this passbook with me. We have a deal: no one is allowed to touch this money. You will have plenty of other expenses in the future. Your dowry and the money Song Xiao needs for his studies and future marriage will all go into this."
Song Cun felt a sudden pang of pain in his heart.
The passbook was put away by her mother. However, what Song Cun didn't know was that the next day, her mother took advantage of her time at work, took her ID card, withdrew the money, and deposited it into the passbook opened in her name.
Not long after, Song Cun returned home and saw her mother and her brother holding a property certificate, looking very happy.
Song Cun frowned: "Whose property certificate is it?"
Her mother glanced at her and patiently explained, "A few days ago, your uncle called me and said he had a second-hand house. The owner had never lived in it and had decorated it very luxuriously. He was going abroad and was anxious to sell the house. He urged me to seize the opportunity and buy it quickly. Your uncle said that if you miss this opportunity, you will never see it again. He has been working as an agent for many years and has never come across such a good house. When I heard that, I rushed to take a look. As expected, the house is really nice. I fell in love with it at first sight and bought it immediately."
Song Cun's expression suddenly changed, "Where did you get the money?"
She had guessed something.
Her mother said awkwardly, "If you buy this house and don't live in it, you can rent it out first. Doesn't that mean you're making money? If you put that money in a fixed-term deposit, how much interest can you get from the bank? You're a finance major, but you don't even have the financial management chops."
Song Cun picked up the property certificate and took a look. In the column of the owner of the household, it was clearly written: [Song Xiao].
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