The classmates in the class were guessing what it was, but before they could guess it, they were shocked by another "earth-shattering" event.

The new classmate, the beautiful exchange student Sheng Yuan, skipped class.

Blatantly skipping classes.

The next class was Chinese class with homeroom teacher Li Yinghui. She was really brave. As expected, when Li Yinghui arrived at the classroom and saw Sheng Yuan's empty seat, she immediately asked in a deep voice, "Where is she?"

The class discipline committee member stammered, "Just after class, Sheng Yuan and Fu Jie from Class 7 left together, saying... they were going to play somewhere."

Fu Jie, another synonym for being unlearned and unskillful.

Li Yinghui's face turned very ugly. She took a deep breath, as if she was enduring it. Finally, she said with a gloomy face and low pressure, "Take out your test papers. Today we will talk about the types of judgment questions."

Inside a smoothly moving car.

"This is a new shooting range opened at the home of a friend of mine," Fu Jie, who was sitting in the passenger seat, turned his head back and introduced, "It's quite large, with several terrain areas alone. As for firearms, they have recently purchased several new calibers and types of pistols, submachine guns, shotguns, etc. that are not very popular in domestic shooting ranges now."

"If you want to try something new, you might like it."

The person who introduced it spoke in detail and seriously, but the people who were listening were a little uninterested.

The girl leaned back in the spacious all-leather back seat with her slender legs casually crossed. Her feet were wearing white Dexterity shoes embroidered with a custom logo of a luxury brand. Her feet moved slightly as she flipped through the shooting range brochure in her hands.

She flipped through a few pages and threw the manual aside. She tilted her head to look out the car window. The word "boring" was written all over her from head to toe.

But she didn't refuse outright, which meant she wanted to go and take a look.

Finally, his efforts to get his friend’s new shooting range to open two weeks earlier were not in vain. Fu Jie breathed a sigh of relief and was about to sit back.

I don’t know what the girl saw through the window, but she said, “Stop the car.”

The driver quickly stopped the car on the side of the road and the back door opened with a click.

"What's wrong? Where are you going--"

Fu Jie only had time to see her back as she got off the car. He couldn't even call her back, and then he heard the girl's voice coming through the closed car door: "I suddenly want to buy a cup of coffee."

Inside the cafe.

After Zeng Huaihe finished speaking, Shi Yan showed no emotion.

Yan Chengye clenched his fists, in disbelief and anger, and stood up, "What did you say?! Say it again?! Are you still a human being? You want to covet even a child's only residence?!"

Yan Chengye's mood was full of ups and downs. He originally thought that he could help Shi Yan find his relatives, but he unexpectedly let a wolf into the house. Vice President Song Zhen had been honest all his life and basically donated all his money to charity. The only personal possession he had left was this small house.

"Sir, there's no need to get so excited."

Yan Chengye sat down half-believingly, and Zeng Huaihe looked at Shi Yan again: "Indeed, I don't lack this little money, nor do I need it. I came here this time to buy this house from you."

Lawyer Chen took over the conversation at the right time: "The community where Ms. Song Zhen's house is located is considered an old community. According to the current market price, the transaction price is about 600,000 yuan. Mr. Zeng can directly pay 700,000 yuan in full to buy this house."

"You don't have to worry about it being fake. We can conduct all the handover procedures under the witness of a notary public. And since you are still studying, Mr. Zeng can also find a new house for you in advance. When the time comes, you can move in directly after paying the money. It won't take too much time."

Yan Chengye was stunned, "Why did you do this?"

Isn't this a losing business? Zeng Huaihe smiled and said, "Just think of it as me missing my mother whom I haven't seen for decades?"

It was obvious that this was an impromptu excuse, but Yan Chengye really couldn't understand why Zeng Huaihe would rather lose money than take this old house. After all, that was 100,000 real money.

Shi Yan uttered a few words: "What if I don't sell it?"

Zeng Huaihe was not surprised by Shi Yan's answer. He folded his hands on the table and smiled slightly on his elegant face: "I'm sorry, my lawyer will sue you and take back my share of the house."

Shi Yan pursed his lips, "So that was a threat just now?"

Zeng Huaihe did not deny it.

In other words, there are only two options before Shi Yan:

He agreed to sell the only property where his grandmother who raised him had lived for decades, and gladly accepted Zeng Huaihe's 700,000 yuan to buy a new house to live in; if he did not agree to sell the house, Zeng Huaihe would sue him, and he would not only have to face a lawsuit compensation of nearly 300,000 yuan, but also the trouble of being homeless; it seemed that this was indeed a multiple-choice question with the answer clearly stated.

But Yan Chengye always felt that something was wrong. There was no such thing as a free lunch. He couldn't make the decision for Shi Yan. He looked at Shi Yan first and said, "Xiao Yan."

Shi Yan stood up and nodded slightly at him, "Uncle Yan, thank you for your help. I can handle the rest myself."

"How can that be possible?!" Yan Chengye immediately felt that it was not possible. He felt really ashamed. He was the one who brought this trouble to Shi Yan, so he couldn't just leave it alone. He hurriedly said, "Xiao Yan, I have to stay here. I can help you with anything."

"No."

Yan Chengye was about to say something else, but Zeng Huaihe on the other side glanced at his watch and urged him with a confident attitude, "Little friend, there's nothing to worry about. This matter is completely beneficial to you, but to me, it's just a matter of a few hundred thousand."

As soon as he finished speaking, a light sneer could not be suppressed.

Everyone turned around.

A girl in a British school uniform slowly walked out from behind an elegant wooden screen, her slender arms clasped together, her fine hair draped over her shoulders, and her Dexterity shoes lightly stepped on the floor, making a slight scraping sound.

"A few hundred thousand is certainly a small matter." She tilted her head, pretending to think: "But if we encounter a demolition and land acquisition plan, the amount will increase several times - millions, it will not be a small matter." (End of this chapter)