It was frustrating to squeeze so many people into a small apartment of more than 70 square meters. After all the abuse, Yang Chen had to clean up. How could Yang Chen have the heart to torment his mother like this, so he directly booked a table at the Yuwei Xuan of the Sheraton Hotel next door.
By the way, let Wu Jie and Wei Ziwen try the fish head from Qiandao Lake, which is a local specialty.
He, who doesn't like to eat fish heads, always makes an exception every time he comes to Qiandao Lake and feasts on it. By dinner time, the whole family rushes to the hotel to take a private room.
"Uncle Cao, where is Zhou Ding?" Yang Chen and other senior friends sat down and asked Uncle Cao while ordering dishes.
"That guy has been studying photography for more than a year. Today he made an appointment with some local photographers to take pictures in the stone forest. I just called him and he is on his way back. He should be there soon." Cao Zhenhua said with a smile on Zhou Ding's face.
After the death of his wife and daughter, only Zhou Ding was by his side, and he treated the boy as half a son.
Yang Chen said with a smile and continued to flip through the menu.
The stone forest Cao Zhenhua refers to does not refer to the stone forest in Kunming, Yunnan, but refers to the first stone forest in East China, which is more than an hour's drive from Qiandaohu Town. It is also an area covered by karst landforms, with continuous strange peaks and rocks, and magnificent scenery, but it has not yet been developed. Those who know
Very little.
The natural scenery around Chun'an is really good. Across Qiandao Lake by ferry is the Huangshan Scenic Area, which has a unique geographical location.
While Yang Chen was ordering food, Zhou Ding ran into the private room out of breath, still carrying the heavy Nikon camera bag on his back. Apparently, he didn't even have time to return home and ran straight to the hotel.
"Hurry up and sit down..." Yang Chen greeted Zhou Ding.
"Brother, you look so handsome. There used to be some kind of group in Korea... That An Qixuan, you look like him, no, it should be him who looks like you." Wei Ziwen, who is rampant in the Forty-Nine City, is used to speaking out.
, looking at Zhou Ding, who was meeting for the first time, and said whatever he thought.
Young Master Wei yelled like this, and Yang Chen remembered An Qixuan, who seemed to have been out of fashion for many years. When he first entered junior high school, many little girls were obsessed with An Qixuan. It can be said that the Korean oppa who had a large number of mainland female fans earlier, did have some similarities with Zhou Ding.
However, Zhou Ding is more demonic.
Yang Chen introduced Wu Jie and Wei Ziwen to Zhou Ding.
Zhou Ding smiled and greeted the two of them. He seemed calm, but in fact his heart was filled with ups and downs. Thinking about the time when brothers Wu Jianzhong and Wu Jianxiao provoked Yang Chen, he felt really impatient.
After the food and wine were served, everyone present had a toast first. Yang Guodong, who was not good at words, was probably too happy and said a few words, which won warm applause.
Wu Jie, Wei Ziwen, and Shitou first toasted to Yang Chen's parents and Cao Zhenhua.
After completing the etiquette at the wine table, people began to talk freely. Yang Chen took Zhou Ding's camera, looked at the photos he took, and said with a smile: "You don't want to do this in the future, I plan to find you.
"
"I..." Zhou Ding was stunned. Yang Chen had not paid attention to him for more than a year, and he suddenly wanted to re-employ him. How could he not be surprised and excited?
He was only twenty-seven years old and in his prime. How could he want to live in Qiandao Lake, a place suitable for retirement, doing nothing, staring at Yang Chen, his eyes burning, waiting for the next sentence.
"I would like to ask you to help Shitou manage a company in Hangzhou. This company is quite large and may penetrate the entire south in the future." Yang Chen said lightly, fearing that his parents would worry, so he couldn't speak too clearly.
Zhou Ding is a smart man. Of course he understood the hidden meaning of Yang Chen's words. He nodded without hesitation and said: "Okay, I have no problem."
"Okay, we will be brothers from now on!" Yang Chen smiled and raised his glass. Shitou, Wu Jie and Wei Ziwen also raised their glasses and clinked their glasses with Zhou Ding one after another.
Yang Guodong, Liu Hua, and Cao Zhenhua looked at the high-spirited young people and sighed with joy that they were old and that this era no longer belonged to them.
After dinner, Yang Chen, Shitou, Wu Jie and Wei Ziwen stayed at the Sheraton. They set off early the next day and took the ferry to Huangshan. They returned to Qiandao Lake three days later. Wu Jie and Wei Ziwen rushed to Shanghai because of something. Yang Chen bought a condo for his parents in Qiandao Lake.
The villa had to be delayed for several days to go through various procedures, and I didn't go with my old comrades.
When Yang Chen took his parents to visit their future new residence, Liu Hua and Yang Guodong were stunned. The luxurious villa near the lake offers a beautiful view of the main lake area of Qiandao Lake.
It is a single-family house, a three-story building, with a garden, a swimming pool, and an underground garage. The interior is purely European style, and it is decorated magnificently, like a palace, and is full of richness.
Yang Chen likes the pastoral style, but he has no choice. This is a model house built by the developer. It has been pre-installed. In order to save the troublesome and laborious process of decoration, he has to make do with it. He sees his mother touching here and looking at that. Like it.
If you don't stop talking, your heart will be at ease.
Yang Guodong looked up and down and asked his son, "Xiaochen, how much does this cost? I heard that the villas near Qiandao Lake start at 8 million."
"Twenty-nine million." Yang Chen answered truthfully.
"What, twenty-nine million?" Liu Hua was dumbfounded and thought in his mind, if he put nearly thirty million in the bank for a fixed term, and the interest is nearly one million a year, why buy a villa?
Yang Guodong couldn't help but take a breath. He knew that his son made a lot of money, but it was still unbelievable to him to spend tens of millions to buy a house.
"Xiaochen, let me tell you how much money you have." Liu Hua calmed down and couldn't help but want to find out about his son.
"To be honest, I really don't know the specific number. Anyway, you and my dad can enjoy themselves in peace and contentment. Good times are coming." Yang Chen smiled and put his arms around his mother's shoulders. It's not that he was careless. This guy really didn't know that he had
How much.
Although ycv sold a large amount of Apple stock when Steve Jobs was seriously ill last year and cashed out nearly 4 billion US dollars, it is still the third largest shareholder of Apple, following Fidelity Fund and Vanguard Group. According to the current stock price, this wealth
It is enough to put Yang Chen at the top of the mainland's rich list.
The control of Apple is the tip of the iceberg of ycv's strength, and ycv is only part of Yang Chen's industry. How much money does this guy have... no one can figure it out.
Yang Guodong and Liu Hua looked at each other for a long time, and finally agreed with their son's words, stopped asking further questions, and continued to look at the new house inside and out.
Liu Hua murmured to himself: "Your father and I will be able to work together in such a big house in the future. It will be so hard to clean."
"How can anyone who lives in such a big house clean it by themselves?" Yang Guodong was amused by his wife's words.
Yang Chen hugged his mother and said with a smile: "I have hired all the nannies and cooks. Come to work tomorrow. You two can just enjoy it and don't have to do anything."
Liu Hua nodded vigorously, feeling sour and wanting to cry. He had only brought his son a memory full of bitterness and poverty for most of his life. How embarrassing it was.
"Son, mom and your dad owe you a lot." Liu Hua held his son's hand and burst into tears.
"Mom, how can you say that?" Yang Chen hurriedly wiped his mother's tears. There are no parents who owe their children, only children who owe their parents.
