The gate was tightly closed, blocking out the sound of the pattering rain outside.
The room was quiet at this moment.
Chu Yang smoked the cigarette that Old Chu handed him.
The parents were staring blankly at a bank card and a set of keys.
"Son, is there really more than 2.8 million in this bank card?" Tony Fang's expression was still like she was dreaming.
"Yes." Chu Yang gave her a reassuring look.
Old Chu continued with his question: "Did you really buy that building? You'll get over 7 million yuan in compensation for the demolition? And you also own five apartments?"
“Yes, you’ve asked that ten times already,” Chu Yang said.
The couple looked at each other.
"Old Chu, over 7 million, plus this, that's 10 million!"
“That’s right, our son wasn’t bragging, he really is a multi-millionaire!”
"So I won't have to cut hair anymore?"
"I don't need to play the suona anymore?"
"Wow..."
"I must be dreaming... Old Chu, take another hit from me!"
"No...!"
Bang!
Old Chu covered his forehead, revealing a bittersweet smile.
They struggled at the bottom for half their lives, never imagining that retirement and a life of leisure would come so quickly and suddenly.
Their son easily earned more wealth than they could in several lifetimes!
"Wife, this money..." Old Chu reached for his bank card.
“This money belongs to our son!” Tony Fang slapped his hand away.
"I know." Old Chu rubbed his hands together and said irritably, "What I mean is, we need to hide this money well and make sure no one else knows about it."
“Of course, we shouldn’t flaunt our wealth. Let’s just pretend nothing happened and go about our business as usual,” Tony Fang agreed.
Just then, Chu Yang's phone rang.
As Chu Chunrong and Tang Wenfang fell silent, they suddenly remembered that Chu Yang had said that the phone was a gift from someone else.
Who sent it?
This phone looks very expensive. What kind of relationship do you have with someone who would be so generous with a phone?
For a moment, their imaginations ran wild, and they felt that their son must have met an extremely important person.
In this way, it becomes clear why the son was able to become rich.
Chu Yang answered the phone.
It was Ah Kun's dad who called.
This time, Lao Lu seemed to have lost his temper, and his tone was calm but tinged with disheartening.
"...I knew it. Once he took the money, he would definitely come back with a mountain of debt."
"But what else can we do? He's our own son, how can we bear to watch him die?"
"Xiao Chu, I'm selling you my best house at a low price. I wonder if you'd be willing to take it?"
After listening to his words, Chu Yang pondered for a moment and said, "Okay, I'll come find you after school tomorrow."
Old Lu readily agreed and breathed a long sigh of relief.
On the contrary, Chu Yang felt a little guilty.
After thinking for a moment, he said, "Let's meet alone tomorrow, without Ah Kun present."
Old Lu said, "I've already locked that bastard in the room!"
After hanging up the phone, Chu Yang saw his parents' intense gazes and could roughly guess what they were thinking.
However, since he hasn't officially established a relationship with Shen Nansheng yet, he won't explain for the time being.
He then said, "Dad, Mom, you can keep 2 million of the money in this card and spend it as you like. I still have a use for the rest..."
"What are you saying!" Old Chu interrupted him, "Do you think your parents are short of two million... well, anyway, your parents don't need it now. You're all grown up now and so capable. You'll definitely need money in the future."
“Yes!” Tang Wenfang stuffed the bank card into Chu Yang’s hand and continued, “You’ve become strong, and the burden on your parents has suddenly been lifted. You have no idea how happy we are. Your parents don’t need this much money, so you can keep it for yourself.”
"Alright." Chu Yang put away the bank card and casually said, "Then I'll give you three to five million more when the demolition is completed."
Three to five million? You're talking about it like it's just three or five dollars!
Chu Chunrong and Tang Wenfang were at a loss for words.
Chu Chunrong cleared his throat and said seriously, "We'll talk about that later, but I'm warning you, you're not allowed to gamble on football anymore!"
Tang Wenfang also said, "Yes, it's gambling after all. There are winners and losers. I heard that so-and-so's son lost a house in gambling!"
You must be talking about Ah Kun, right?
Chu Yang didn't explain, and simply said, "I understand."
My phone rang again right after I finished speaking.
He accidentally pressed the speaker button.
Shen Nansheng's cheerful voice came from the other end.
"Chu Yang, wanna bet on football?"
"OK."
Old Chu and Tony Fang: "..."
…
"..."
The next morning, in the classroom, Han Dachun stared intently at Chu Yang.
It's like you're holding back something but are too embarrassed to let it out.
Finally, I couldn't hold it in any longer.
"Chu Yang, aren't we brothers?"
Chu Yang was working on his problems and said without looking up, "We'll see."
"What's going on?" Da Chun asked, puzzled.
“For example, a brother in the department might ask you to chop something,” Chu Yang said.
Da Chun was taken aback: "How did you know? I need you to let me see it during the exam?"
"I know you too well. You're a habitual offender. You can't stand not cheating on exams. Let's see what you do during the college entrance exam." Chu Yang picked up a textbook and tapped him on the forehead.
He continued, "You've been working hard these past few days, it's time to put your efforts to the test and see how well you can do."
"There's still time. Make up for your weaknesses and rely on yourself. Cheating is a dead end."
Da Chun's expression changed, and he took a deep breath: "I understand!"
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