When A Biao returned from the banquet, Zhang Yan saw that he was drunk and hurriedly helped him undress.
A rich jasmine fragrance wafted into my nose.
Her family was not short of money, but she always lived a simple life, using the most ordinary face cream with a light chrysanthemum scent.
Previously, Ah Biao would often come home drunk, and she always took good care of him and never said a word to him. But this time she went a bit too far and asked him where the fragrance came from.
Does it smell nice?
Ah Biao's nose was less sensitive after drinking, and he chuckled.
Before Zhang Yan could ask any more questions, he had already fallen asleep on the bed.
Zhang Yan shook her head helplessly and did not pursue the matter further.
Over the years, she trusted Ah Biao's character and cherished her and her child like the apple of her eye. Whenever someone reminded her that men with money tend to go bad, she remained confident.
"I'm in charge of the money!"
"How much secret wealth do men keep that they can't see?"
“He doesn’t have a secret stash of money; he always asks me for his allowance.”
Zhang Yan always defended A Biao.
Actually, she sometimes wondered if Ah Biao, with such good qualities, would really not be tempted by the women outside.
But every time she saw Ah Biao discussing everything with her and reporting every penny he earned to her, she blamed herself for being so suspicious.
The next day, things went as usual, and neither of them brought up what had happened the night before.
However, while drinking with people, Ah Biao actually made some friends and learned that Tian Jianfeng had already bought the land near the zoo and had submitted an application to the planning bureau to build a market, specifically a clothing wholesale market.
Once the market is established, it will be competing with the Dong'an Wholesale Market, which is no joke. The wholesale market currently generates 2 billion yuan in annual revenue, creating huge profits for the group. If it is diverted, the losses will be unimaginable.
At the same time, Tian Jianfeng was in a state of high excitement.
He hired professionals to design the market and submitted an application to the management department. Barring any unforeseen circumstances, it should be approved within a month.
However, it cost more than three million to just acquire that piece of land, and the construction costs will require several million more. Where will they get the money?
Tian Guangrong gritted his teeth and paid the first few million, but when asked for more, he refused to pay.
"Uncle, buying land is indeed quite expensive. It's not my fault; others have inflated the price."
"Give me another two million, and I'll seize Wenwan Group's existing market share, making millions in profit every year..."
He kept making empty promises, but Tian Guangrong regretted it. He had already opened the floodgates to asking for money, and he would have to face this situation countless times in the future.
So he hardened his heart and refused to pay any more money.
Zhou Ling was in the inner room, listening to the commotion in the living room, her heart pounding with anxiety, fearing that he would take out more money.
Hearing the refusal, she immediately felt much more relaxed. Even if he wouldn't spend his money on her, she couldn't just watch him give it to someone else!
After giving Tian Jianfeng several million yuan, Du Meili bought a set of gold jewelry and changed her clothes to high-end items, showing off in front of Zhou Ling every day.
"Hmph, they think they're so great just because their son can get into Peking University. He's still just following along without any official status."
Du Meili already knows that although Zhou Ling is with Tian Guangrong, she has not registered her marriage with him.
In other words, even if Tian Guangrong were to suddenly pass away one day, she would not be able to receive half of his property.
As for Tian Mufeng, since Tian Guangrong claimed to be his father and did not tell him the truth, he was simply regarded as the grandson of the Tian family.
Seeing him studying at Peking University while his own children have to go to universities in the Northwest or other places, he can't help but feel a sense of comparison.
Du Meili squandered the money, while Zhou Ling had no choice but to dutifully take on the responsibility of caring for the old man, which made her feel somewhat more at ease.
But when she heard that Tian Guangrong had decided to stop giving her husband money, her sense of imbalance took over again.
“Grandpa, we’ve taken care of you at home for many years. Dad also suffered a stroke because he was too tired from taking care of you. Why is it so hard to ask Uncle to give us some money to support our business?” She went to Tian Changshou and cried.
Tian Changshou felt sorry for the son who was taking care of him, and his eyes welled up with tears.
He passed away in his early sixties, without even having a chance to enjoy a life of luxury. He owes him so much.
Filled with this sense of guilt, he called Tian Guangrong to his side and talked for hours on and on about how his second son had been so filial to him, his tears flowing freely.
Tian Guangrong's eyes welled up with tears as he listened, and he slapped himself twice across the face.
"Dad, it's my fault for being unfilial. I left home so early and can't help with anything at home."
From now on, I will always stay by your side and take care of you.
Upon hearing this, Tian Changshou's lips curled into a triumphant smile, and he quickly made his demands.
Upon hearing that it was money again, Tian Guangrong hesitated for a long time and decided not to give it to him.
Tian Changshou then started whimpering and making suicidal remarks.
"Grandpa, please don't let our affairs ruin your relationship with Uncle. We've already bought the land and made the plans. The market is about to rise from the ground, and we're just two million short..."
The implication was that the Tian family was about to become wealthy, but things would fall apart halfway because Tian Guangrong wouldn't contribute any money.
Tian Guangrong had no choice but to reluctantly hand over two million yuan, but he made it quite absolute, saying that he didn't have much money left and that people shouldn't come to him again if they needed money in the future.
After receiving the two million, Tian Jianfeng made some half-hearted promises and went off to busy himself with market matters with an air of indifference.
Tian Guangrong knew he was being morally blackmailed by the old man, but he dared not complain. He went to a roadside food stall to eat barbecue and drink.
He's over seventy years old and has been abstaining from alcohol for many years, but after just two beers, he started to feel dizzy.
Just as he was drinking alone in silence, the owner of the food stall recognized him.
Upon closer inspection, Tian Guangrong realized that this person was none other than his childhood friend, Zhou Fugui.
This guy had black hair and a ruddy complexion, making him look about ten years younger than me.
Upon meeting his childhood friend, Zhou Fugui stopped grilling and handed the job over to the waiter. He then plopped down and sat down with Tian Guangrong, drinking and chatting.
Tian Guangrong was feeling down, so he poured out his heart.
"Old Tian, you're returning home in glory! You have millions, why don't you do something good yourself instead of letting someone else start a business!" Zhou Fugui felt sorry for him.
Tian Guangrong shook his head helplessly:
"I'm not familiar with this area, and I don't know what to do to make money. I also don't want others to covet my money. It's a real dilemma!"
Zhou Fugui felt deep sympathy for him and drank with him until they were both completely drunk.
He didn't even know how he got home; he only remembered the next day that his childhood friend had brought him back.
He went to the food stall to find him again, and after a while, the two of them often chatted and drank together, having a great time.
He also learned that Zhou Fugui's son was now starting an electronics company with a promising future.
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