Given Li Yanbai's personality, he might indeed fly into a rage if he saw Chu Yang bring a woman with him.
But Chu Yang was also helpless. Who knew they would come here today?
He could only say, "Uh, Dad, it's not as complicated as you think. Zhou Yang and I..."
"No need to say anything more." Old Chu waved his hand, glanced at Zhou Yang, and sighed softly, "Putting everything else aside, I actually felt from the beginning that Xiao Zhou was more suitable for you. She's older than you and knows how to be considerate and caring, but your mother likes Xiao Li..."
He patted Chu Yang on the shoulder and said earnestly, "But the current situation is that Shu'er's whole family is on our side. What do you think we should do?"
They not only clicked, but their relationship blossomed rapidly.
Old Chu and Old Li hit it off immediately, and in the short time they spent together, they felt like old friends.
Li Yanbai also recommended him to be a suona player in the city's orchestra. The pay was good, the work was easy, and he would be on high-end stages. Everyone would call him Master Chu. It was much better than going to the countryside to perform funerals, where he would be exposed to the wind and sun.
The two brothers often meet up for tea and foot massages, and frequent various high-end drinking parties and venues. Their relationship is exceptionally good.
Tang Wenfang and Zhang Xiaoyu also became good sisters and best friends.
They're closer than in-laws, and if they become in-laws in the future, they'll be even closer.
Therefore, Chu Yang's parents have now put Shu'er first.
But what about Chen Li and Zhou Yang? How is this rascal going to deal with them?
She was still somewhat conflicted, but knowing that Chu Yang was opinionated and had his own ideas, she didn't want to pry too much.
Well, now that Zhou Yang has been brought back, we can't just leave him begging for answers.
Before Chu Yang could answer, a clear voice rang out.
"Chu Yang? Sister Zhou Yang? What brings you here!"
It was Li Qingshu who came over. She was very happy to see Chu Yang and quickened her pace.
"Slow down, Shu'er, watch out for the stones on the ground!" Old Chu quickly reminded her.
Chu Yang stepped forward and took the young lady's hand, smiling as he said, "My dad asked me to come, and since Sister Zhou Yang was free, I brought her along."
Old Chu thought to himself, "This kid's really something, using his father as a shield right away. There's definitely something wrong with him!"
But this was no time to delve into it. He nodded and said, "Oh yes, I called them."
Li Qingshu's smile widened as she called out, "Sister Zhou Yang, there are cute rabbits, peacocks, and lots of free-range pheasants up there. I'll take you to see them!"
Zhou Yang quickly composed herself and walked over with a smile: "Okay, let's go take a look."
Then they walked hand in hand up the newly repaired stone steps.
"Oh, by the way, Uncle Chu, my dad wants to invite you for tea. He said you can leave things here to the workers," Li Qingshu said, turning around.
"Okay, coming right away." Old Chu nodded, took out his cigarette case, handed out cigarettes to the workers, and then called to Chu Yang: "Come on, let's go upstairs and see how the decoration is going, and give us some feedback."
Chu Yang responded and followed.
This is at the foot of the mountain, where a cleared area has been used as a parking lot. Climbing the steps leads to the entrance of the resort.
It was Chu Yang's suggestion to start a farm stay business, as he knew that farm stays would become increasingly popular in the coming years, especially in Guangdong Province.
Locals driving dozens of kilometers to find the most authentic slow-cooked chicken soup is a basic practice.
The wealthy in Beijing frequent high-end restaurants and lavish banquets, while the wealthy in Guangdong drive luxury cars, wear flip-flops, and enjoy delicious soups at rural farmhouses in the mountains.
So Chu Yang had his father spend 300,000 yuan to buy the entire hillside next to the village, including a fishpond.
It has been almost a month now, and the main structure of the farm is almost complete.
The construction plan provided by Chu Yang was entirely based on the style of twenty years from now.
Transform farmhouses into large-scale mountain resorts, offering the most natural and authentic farm cuisine, along with a beautiful garden and landscape environment.
There are also some outdoor recreational facilities, such as swings, seesaws, slides, climbing nets, and rainbow slides.
According to Chu Yang, the goal is to create a resort that integrates food and entertainment, thereby boosting the tourism industry in his hometown.
Sipping a delicious soup made from free-range chicken while enjoying the beauty of a garden and mountains would be such a delightful experience.
Opening a farmhouse resort would be a great way to earn money and improve one's health, which Chu Yang felt was the best way to give back to his parents.
I just felt like I was being too filial.
The stone steps leading to the villa are not long, only a few dozen meters, and are wide and gentle. Soon you enter the stone gate, where the four large characters "Fangrong Villa" were written by Li Yanbai himself.
After entering the stone gate, there is a wooden bridge, and under the wooden bridge is a fishpond.
Fishing spots are set up around the fishpond for guests to enjoy fishing. The fish caught can be cooked immediately, emphasizing freshness.
After crossing the wooden bridge, you'll reach the main restaurant, which is surrounded by a dozen or so pavilions scattered in a pleasing manner.
Everything is built of wood and bluestone, surrounded by plants and flowers, with artificial mountains and flowing water interspersed among them.
Chu Yang took a walk around, offered a few suggestions for revisions, and then walked into a pavilion with Old Chu.
Inside the pavilion was a tea table and a guzheng (a traditional Chinese zither).
Tony Fang was making tea, while Li Yanbai and his wife sat on either side of the tea table, and the three of them chatted happily.
"Hello, Uncle and Aunt, Mom, I'm back," Chu Yang greeted with a smile.
"Hey, Chu Yang's back! Didn't you say you were busy this weekend?" Zhang Xiaoyu said happily.
"My dad told me to come," Chu Yang said shamelessly.
Feeling valued, Li Yanbai chuckled and said, "Chu Yang, come, sit down, and tell your uncle about the recent developments."
Chu Yang nodded, took out a cigarette case, handed one to him, and then handed one to Old Chu before sitting down.
Li Yanbai lit a cigarette for Lao Chu, then lit one for himself, and slowly asked, "I heard from Arong that you've been doing quite a few businesses at school. You run a company, a bar, a courier station, and a milk tea shop with Shu'er. How can you manage to study like that?"
"I already finished studying this semester's courses on my own, so it won't affect anything," Chu Yang said.
"You've finished self-studying? Afang, you're really the top scholar in your family!" Zhang Xiaoyu exclaimed in amazement.
Tang Wenfang placed the brewed tea on her table and said with a smile, "Don't praise him too much, or he'll be on cloud nine."
At this moment, Old Chu cleared his throat and had to mention, "Well, Little Zhou is here too."
Tang Wenfang was taken aback, not yet realizing what was going on: "Who is Xiao Zhou?"
"Mom, it's Sister Zhou Yang. She's been busy with the bar lately and is exhausted, so I brought her here to relax," Chu Yang said.
Tang Wenfang's heart skipped a beat, fearing that the Li couple might have misunderstood something, and she was thinking about how to explain.
But the eldest son said without changing his expression, "Uncle Li, Aunt Zhang, and Sister Zhou Yang are my bar partners. She basically manages the business. Shu'er learned to make milk tea from her. They usually have a very good relationship."
These words dispelled any doubts that Li Yanbai and his wife might have had, even if they hadn't initially suspected anything.
Even Lao Chu and Tony Fang wondered if these two really had no problems.
"By the way, Chu Yang, with so much business going on, I'm a little curious, how much money have you made?" Li Yanbai said slowly, picking up his teacup and taking a sip.
Chu Yang casually replied, "One hundred million."
"Pfft!" Li Yanbai almost spat out a mouthful of tea onto his face.
"What? One hundred million!?"
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