Chapter five hundred and seventy third: next good son
The "Yang Mansion" in Chengxi New District is backed by the Botanical Garden. It is the only European-style manor building in Xinfeng. It covers an area of nearly 100 acres. The value of this land alone is nearly 100 million. The trees surrounding the manor are all precious tree species transplanted from the same latitude. Experts
After seeing it, most of them were dumbfounded.
A private driveway extends from the manor and connects to the main road. Several gardeners are pruning the bushes on both sides of the private driveway. A guard box is set up at the entrance of the driveway and is manned 24 hours a day.
The manor was completed late last year.
When the construction first started, people in Xinfeng thought they were developing a villa area, but later they found out...it was the Yang family's house. It immediately caused a sensation in Xinfeng, and there were many opinions.
Yang family.
Ten years ago, I was very poor.
They opened a small restaurant in a corner of the old city to make ends meet, but the couple looked down upon everyone they saw and couldn't straighten their backs.
Regarding the unforgivable past of the Yang family, word of mouth spreads, and almost everyone in Xinfeng already knows about it. They also heard that the Yang family's sudden rise to prominence was due to their good son.
As for how good this good son is, no one can say clearly. The various versions circulating in the market are mostly based on the smoke and mirrors of the Yang family's relatives and friends, and are spread through hearsay and rumors. They are so ridiculous and bizarre that not many people
believe.
But one thing is absolutely true.
Li Hanwei, who was promoted to mayor, visited the Yang family during the holidays.
In Xinfeng, a prefecture-level city, mayors and department-level cadres come to visit during the holidays. This is a diligent approach to the families of senior provincial party committee cadres.
It is enough to show that the Yang family is extraordinary, but some people say that it is not surprising that Zhou Zhengchuan, secretary of the Provincial Political and Legal Committee, is an old comrade of Yang Guodong, and Li Hanwei is a protégé of old Zhou, who often visits the Yang family.
Regardless of the speculations of the meddling locals, it is an indisputable fact that the Yang family has become the most unpredictable existence in this three-acre area of Xinfeng.
People passing by "Yang Mansion" couldn't help but look up at the scenery in the manor and admire it. At this moment, several gardeners who were pruning the bushes lamented how much it would cost to transplant so many precious trees around the manor.
On the main road, five Cavalier XVs roared past, leaving passers-by with endless reveries. Turning into the private driveway, several old gardeners looked at them in surprise and lost their minds as they had never seen an off-road vehicle before.
Yang Chen in the car looked at Xinfeng's home and smiled with satisfaction. Xiao Ruoshui's personal work was impeccable. When the convoy arrived at the gate of the manor, the two wrought iron electric gates slowly opened.
The lawn, small lake, fountain, and swimming pool were perfectly presented like the main villa of the White House. Five cars parked in front of the main entrance of the villa.
When Yang Chen opened the door and got out of the car, more than ten people poured out of the villa.
"I haven't seen you for more than a year, Chenchen is so handsome..." Yang Chen's second aunt's loud voice drowned out everyone else's voices, amusing Yang Chen who had just gotten off the bus. Every time his second aunt saw him, she always said that he had become more handsome.
, if he continues to be handsome like this, then that’s okay.
Other relatives laughed and agreed.
The family of three, who had been almost ignored by their relatives, now enjoys the vying for support from relatives from all walks of life. Yang Chen has mixed feelings and walks up to his parents, "Mom and Dad, I'm back. For more than a year now, you must be worried about me every day.
I am not a good son."
"Chenchen, how are you? Your mother and I and so many people see it. Because of you, our whole family can live a decent life. You are our pride." Yang Guodong stared at his son,
I am extremely happy. It doesn’t matter whether he has done nothing in this life or just muddle along. It doesn’t matter. He has such a good son, which is enough!
"If you are not good, whose son is good?" Liu Hua said bluntly.
Yang Chen felt warm in his heart. Even if he accomplished nothing, he was still a good son in the eyes of his parents.
"Come into the house and talk..." Yang Guodong spoke, and everyone returned to the villa one after another. They all asked Yang Chen what he had been busy with this year. Yang Chen avoided the important and simply told the story. Through chatting, he learned that the relatives gathered at home to discuss what to do.
Celebrating my mother’s fiftieth birthday.
Yang Chen did not speculate on the good intentions of his relatives. With a person's success or the rise of a family, it is inevitable to please someone with a purpose, so just accept it calmly.
"I have already arranged everything for my mother's birthday, so you elders don't need to worry about it." Yang Chen smiled and told the relatives present that he would make a series of preparations before returning.
The relatives were so happy that they didn't have to worry about it, so they pretended to complain about Yang Chen and then gave up.
"Chenchen, that pretty Mr. Xiao, do you know him well?" Liu Hua asked abruptly, which made Yang Chen stunned, nodded guiltily, and waited for the next sentence.
"You have to thank me properly. When this house was built, Mr. Xiao personally went there several times and bought a lot of gifts for me and your dad. They are all very expensive." Liu Hua told his son, and then praised Xiao Ruoshui full of praise.
He also said that any man who marries Mr. Xiao will be blessed throughout his life.
Yang Chen, who knew that talking too much would lead to mistakes, pretended to be calm and kept silent, wondering what would happen if his mother knew that Xiao Ruoshui was the unnamed daughter-in-law of the Yang family in the future.
That night, the highly paid cook prepared a large table of dishes. In the magnificent restaurant, the Yang family's relatives drank and talked happily.
Yang Chen's comet-like rise made people who were related to the Yang family full of confidence in the future. Yang Chen's uncle Yang Guoliang's face glowed brightly. He raised his wine glass and said to Yang Chen with a smile: "Uncle must toast you today. The reason for the toast."
....You must know that in the past few years, my uncle could not tolerate you and your parents."
Yang Guoliang raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.
Yang Chen hurriedly left his seat and stood up to drink a drink. After all, he was an elder and could not be neglected.
Yang Guodong and Liu Hua smiled but said nothing.
Yang Guoliang looked at his younger brother and sister-in-law and smiled ashamedly. His son Yang Hao quickly became rich. He bought a large duplex house and a shop in the provincial capital. His old friend changed his Buick Excelle into a Mercedes-Benz E300, all because of Yang Chen's care. At that time, he almost lost his younger brother.
A family of three is forced into a desperate situation.
The contrast... was so stark that Yang Guoliang felt ashamed and took this opportunity to express his inner guilt.
The dinner lasted until after ten o'clock. The drunk Yang Guoliang burst into tears and insisted on kneeling down to his younger brother Yang Guodong. Fortunately, Yang Chen stopped him in time and persuaded him to go back to the bedroom to rest.
The night passed quietly.
Yang Chen was waiting for his mother's fiftieth birthday.
Xinfeng International Hotel hung an eye-catching huge banner: Happy birthday to Ms. Liu Hua.
At the exit of the highway, luxury cars coming from the direction of Xijing, the provincial capital, were arriving in twos and threes in an endless stream, converging on the "Yang Mansion". The staff at the highway toll station was extremely puzzled and realized that so many luxury cars coming to Xinfeng were by no means unreasonable.
An unexpected situation encountered by chance.
Something big is happening in Xinfeng!
On the second floor of the villa, in the large cloakroom connected to the master bedroom, Liu Hua put on a luxurious dress hand-cut by an Italian design master. He looked awkwardly in the mirror and muttered: "Child Chenchen, why are you making such a big fuss? Just let it pass.
It’s a birthday and the whole family can simply get together and save a lot of trouble.”
"It's okay, I and my son are with you." Yang Guodong smiled and stared at his wife, knowing that her wife was not complaining, but was too nervous.
