Chapter 141

Zhang Yuzhen and Su Weixin stared at the door card with shock, their eyes straight.

"How can you have a villa there?"

This is impossible!

Jiangshui Huangchao is the most luxurious villa area in Jiangshui City.

Let alone ordinary people can't afford it, even the local tycoons who have made a sudden fortune can't buy it with money.

People who can live there must not only have money, but also have power and connections.

"Isn't Yan Jinsong's villa long ago forcibly recovered to pay off debts?"

Zhang Yuzhen shook her head in disbelief: "It was auctioned by the court several years ago..."

Even if you want to buy it back, it will cost at least hundreds of millions.

Xu Tian, this young man, how could he have so much money?

Zhang Yuzhen knew that the company Yan Qingxue worked for was just a third-tier small clothing company, and the annual efficiency was only over one million, which was about the same as their family.

Even if that company was Xu Tian's, he couldn't afford Jiangshui Huangchao, not to mention that he just heard Xu Tian say that his eldest brother was the boss of the company, then he had even less cash in his hand.

Su Xiuya and Yan Jinsong looked at the door card on the table, shocked and unable to speak.

Although they planned to move to Xu Tian's empty house, no one expected that this so-called empty house would be Jiangshui Huangchao No. 88!

This is too coincidental!

And such a luxurious villa, Xu Tian only collected one thousand five, and couldn't rent it out. This is simply a fantasy.

Yan Qingxue was also stunned for a moment after seeing the door card.

Afterwards, she stared at Xu Tian with a complex face, her heart mixed with five flavors.

"Aunt, your house is too small, it is indeed crowded for five people." Xu Tian looked at Zhang Yuzhen's face distorted with anger, and smiled faintly: "So let them move to my side, and you don't have to worry about it in the future."

This sentence is no different from saying that the villa Zhang Yuzhen refused to let go of is not worth fighting for Yan Jinsong's family at all.

And Zhang Yuzhen thought Yan Jinsong's family was at the end of their rope and relied on her house and didn't leave, which is really ridiculous.

With such a rich godson, who would want Zhang Yuzhen's two-story broken villa!

Zhang Yuzhen's complaints and slanders just now were like one loud slap after another, but these slaps were all drawn on her own face.

Feeling the strange gazes of the guests around, Zhang Yuzhen's face was extremely ugly.

"Xu Tian, is this villa really yours?"

Su Xiuya picked up the door card and looked at it repeatedly in disbelief. Before, she heard that Jiangshui Huangchao No. 88 was going to be auctioned, and she was sad for a long time.

This house has many memories belonging to their family. If it weren't for the last resort, she really couldn't bear to take it out to pay off debts.

"Godmother, if you don't believe it, I'll show you the property certificate, it has my name on it."

Xu Tian feigned ignorance: "I work in a listed group now. I solved a business crisis for the boss before, so he was happy and gave me a house."

"So that's how it is."

Su Xiuya was simple-minded and immediately believed Xu Tian's explanation.

And Yan Jinsong frowned, looking at Xu Tian with a probing gaze, obviously suspicious.

Xu Tian knew that Yan Jinsong was not easy to fool. Just the fact that he said the true owner of the villa Su Mingli's family lived in just now was enough to make Yan Jinsong notice the loopholes in it.

He and Yan Jinsong and Su Xiuya met by chance, and they hadn't known each other for long. How could he know the process of them paying for Su Mingli's wedding and giving the house more than twenty years ago?

Of course, before Xu Tian planned to stand up for them, he had already thought of another set of rhetoric.

If Yan Jinsong asked later, he could only pray that there were no obvious loopholes in the other set of rhetoric he made up.

"It's just a broken house, who cares!"

Su Weixin choked sourly: "It's just a prodigal son with a few stinky money at home."

"Son, let's not pay attention to this kind of villain who is proud of his success, let's go wish Yan Laoyezi a happy birthday!"

Although Zhang Yuzhen was so angry that her heart was dripping with blood, she was still maintaining her remaining dignity on the surface.

She pulled Su Mingli, who hadn't recovered from the shock, and came to Yan Laoyezi diligently.

"Grandfather, wish you happiness as vast as the East Sea, and longevity."

Su Weixin put away the aggressive look just now, and in front of Yan Laoyezi, his words and deeds were very decent.

Yan Laoyezi, who was sitting in the main seat without expression, just nodded perfunctorily at Su Weixin, and didn't mean to talk to him.

Su Weixin was a bit disappointed.

At this time, Zhang Yuzhen was very active and pulled him to the side of the old man beside Yan Laoyezi.

"Hurry up and greet Song Lao!"

"Song Lao is the president of the Huaxia Calligraphy and Painting Association. If you want to develop in the academic world in the future, you still need seniors like Song Lao to give more pointers."

At this time, Zhang Yuzhen was very proud. What if Xu Tian had a few stinky money?

Her son is going to mix in the academic circle in the future, and if he is lucky, he might be accepted as an apprentice by some master, and his future will be limitless.

In Huaxia, the status of those literary giants is much higher than those upstarts who started in business.

"Song Lao, hello, I am Su Weixin, currently studying calligraphy at Jiangshui University."

"You are Su Weixin?"

The old man called Song Lao nodded and said slowly: "I have heard your name. It is rare to be able to concentrate on calligraphy at a young age without being arrogant or impetuous."

"Song Lao praised it."

Su Weixin scratched his head in surprise: "Have you heard of my name?"

"Your tutor showed me the works of your last art exhibition."

Song Lao nodded: "So I have an impression of your name. Among your peers, your calligraphy is not bad."

The guests around saw that the usually strict Song Lao actually praised Su Weixin's calligraphy works, and couldn't help but cast approving glances at Su Weixin.

Song Lao is a famous calligrapher in Huaxia and the president of the Calligraphy and Painting Association. Being praised by him is absolutely a very honorable thing.

Although Su Weixin's character is not very good, if he can really become famous in the future and join the mainstream cultural circle, then who cares about the small flaws in his character?

Even some guests who love calligraphy and painting took the initiative to come over to greet Su Weixin and discuss calligraphy experience with him.

Zhang Yuzhen felt the envious gazes of the guests around, and looked at Xu Tian and Su Xiuya and others with great pride.

What if Xu Tian has a house in Jiangshui Huangchao? That's just an upstart!

No foundation!

After her son graduates in the future, he will have to deal with the big guys in the Huaxia cultural circle. He is not on the same level as an upstart like Xu Tian who is full of copper smell.

Just at this time, Yan Jinsong also brought Xu Tian to wish Yan Laoyezi a happy birthday.

"Dad, this is my godson Xu Tian."

Yan Jinsong's mood was complex when facing his father.

Regarding Yan Laoyezi's distrust, although he had resentment, the filial piety in his bones made him still respect and fear this old man.

"Grandfather, wish you happiness as vast as the East Sea."

Xu Tian stepped forward calmly and bowed deeply.

Yan Laoyezi raised his eyelids slightly and swept Xu Tian, his expression neither happy nor angry, as if looking at an outsider who had nothing to do with him.

After a while, he gave a light "hmm" and nodded as a response.

Although Yan Laoyezi's reaction was perfunctory, everyone in the Yan family knew clearly that he had responded to Xu Tian's title of "grandfather" and recognized Xu Tian's identity.