In Shanghai, not every house can be called a mansion.
That's it - the mansion.
In Shanghai, where do the really rich people live?
It's not a super flat floor.
Not a villa.
It's not some suburban estate either.
But...a garden house.
Just like the courtyard houses in the imperial capital, garden houses in the magical capital also have special meanings.
The old bungalows in Shanghai were mainly built more than a hundred years ago. They are in an excellent location and cover a large area. They are generally multi-story mansions with a duplex structure.
Also because the city was one of the foreign concessions at that time, the architectural style of most of the houses tended to be European and American.
After the founding of the People's Republic of China, the old bungalows became one of the important historical buildings, and almost all the property rights were taken back.
Today, there are no more than fifty garden houses that can be traded in the entire market.
The best houses of this kind will be given the title of mansion.
The garden house where the Du family, the head of Qingmen, lives is called Du Mansion.
The century-old house of the head of the Yu family is naturally called the Yu Mansion.
The so-called Gongguan means a separate courtyard from the palace.
If you meet a boastful guy who shows off in front of you how much of his friend owns a huge estate in the imperial capital and has a golf course in his back garden, you can basically conclude that this grandson’s
My friend, he must be a caddy at a golf resort.
That's not how you brag about being awesome.
In the imperial capital, you have to say how many courtyard houses you own.
In the Magic City, you have to show off how many mansions you own.
This is the correct way to start bragging.
The mansions and mansions on Huashan Road, the magical capital, are world-famous.
Basically, Huashan Road in the Magic City is equivalent to the Peak Road in Hong Kong Island and Beverly Hills in Hollywood.
The Magic City also has its own standards. Only those who live in mansions that have been passed down for hundreds of years can be called a true local family.
The main building of Jade Mansion is a five-story bungalow with two gardens at the back.
The entire mansion is antique and has a centuries-old charm.
Even many of the furnishings strive to be the same as they were a hundred years ago and are specially made.
On the top floor of the southern end of the western-style building, there is an antique study room.
Yu Desheng was wearing a suit and vest, with his silver-white hair neatly combed back, shiny and smooth, revealing an extremely broad forehead. He was dressed like an old-school young man from the devil's capital.
In the corner of the study, there is a small bronze incense tripod. The white smoke is refreshing, making people extremely peaceful and calm.
Obviously, extremely precious spices were burning inside.
Yu Desheng also has a set of celadon teacups for drinking tea.
Each one is no more than the size of a goose egg, as thin as paper, and has a faint brown color. It is clearly a chicken cup from the Chenghua period of the Ming Dynasty.
There are only eight Chenghua Chicken Cups left in the world, and any one of them is worth a sky-high price. The cheapest one was auctioned for 200 million.
Any collector who gets this kind of treasure will definitely treasure it and never show it to others. But in Yu Desheng's hand, there is a teapot with four teacups, and a
Keep it handy whenever you need it.
There is another person in the study.
A woman who looked to be in her thirties was extremely elegant and elegant. She was wearing a very well-fitting cheongsam. She had light makeup on her face, and her tears were still wet, as if she had just cried.
She looked at Yu Desheng, her eyes were very complicated.
Fear, fear, and deep resentment.
Seeing that Yu Desheng remained silent, the woman finally could no longer conceal her anger and shouted:
"Dad, you can't do this."
Yu Desheng slowly closed the book, then raised his head, a slightly dissatisfied look flashed in his deep eyes:
"Yu Liang, there is no room for negotiation on this matter, so don't talk about it."
The woman could not help but scream angrily:
"That's my daughter, your granddaughter, why did you just...!"
The dissatisfaction in Yu Desheng's eyes immediately turned into thunder.
But then he disappeared and said in a dumbfounded voice:
"Okay, okay, Yuliang, you should really communicate more with Liuli and your teachers. Don't always preach like a mother. Do you know that this is not my own will, but their...themselves?
Willing to!"
Zhou Yuliang looked at Yu Desheng with a sad face and tears on his face:
"Dad, I don't believe they would be willing. It's simply ridiculous. That little red guy named Su Mu, I...!"
Yu Desheng suddenly snorted heavily, then picked up the tea cup at hand, took a sip, and then frowned and said:
"Yu Liang, Liuli wants to recruit a wife, and the Yu family's property must be left to her. You also know the temper of Shishi. Once she decides something, eight horses can't pull her back. Su Mu, this kid, has been with us for many years.
I had chosen someone for my master before, but I didn’t expect that Liuli would also fall in love with him. It is not uncommon for sisters to marry together. For the sake of the family, not to mention sisters marrying together, aunts and nephews marrying the same husband.
Isn’t there too much? Besides, there are many things, far from what you think, and I can’t say anything to you. Go ahead and let your unsatisfactory husband get out."
Zhou Yuliang gritted his teeth and could only lower his head and retreat with deep dissatisfaction.
There is also a reception room outside the study, where a handsome middle-aged man in his forties, also wearing oily hair, a suit vest, and a pair of shiny baroque brown leather shoes, is wearing gold-rimmed glasses and is reading a newspaper with his legs crossed.
"Yu Xiangrong, your father asked you to get out."
The man quickly stood up and took the lady's hand with a smile, looking like a comforter:
"Okay, okay, the old man decided something, why should we ask for trouble?"
Zhou Yuliang was so angry that he gritted his teeth:
"That's our precious daughter. The old man...is just...!"
Yu Xiangrong quickly reached out and shook his head:
"Auntie, please keep your voice down, dad will hear me, and I will be scolded again."
Zhou Yuliang gave her husband a hard look, twisted her waist and went downstairs angrily.
She wanted to see what good things that little red guy named Su Mu was good at.
To actually think about getting involved with my mother's two beautiful daughters is simply asking for death.
If it was just like this, she could still hold her breath.
The most annoying thing is that this little red guy, I heard, has seven or eight women.
I have a pair of precious sisters, but they are actually the last ones.
This simply made Zhou Yuliang furious.
In other words, her husband is not living up to expectations, and she wants to have a son...!
If Su Mu dared to appear in front of her, she would dare to use the knife directly.
Yu Xiangrong sent his wife away, then wiped his forehead with guilt, walked gently to the door of the study, reached out and knocked on the door three times, then opened the door and walked in.
"dad."
Yu Desheng did not speak or raise his head, seeming to be deep in thought.
The atmosphere in the room gradually became weird.
"Xiangrong, what do you think this kid should do? I originally thought that by marrying Shishi, he would have fulfilled his promise back then, but I didn't expect that Liuli would...!"
Yu Xiangrong was also speechless for a while, and secretly scolded that bastard named Su Mu until his blood flowed.
But there was a look of thought on his face:
"Dad, let nature take its course. As for the children's matters, let them handle it themselves."
Yu Desheng smiled slightly and said:
"Even if Liuli doesn't marry him, the child he will give birth to will have the surname Yu. When the time comes, relying on this relationship, the future of my Yu family... Haha!"
Yu Xiangrong shook his head, but some of the worries in his heart were completely let go.
At least, I no longer have to worry about inheriting the family business.
Yes, what Yu Xiangrong is most worried about is inheriting the family business.
How many people have a family fortune like the Yu family's, and they want to break their heads and fight for it.
But Yu Xiangrong is a weirdo.
He just wants to be a second-generation ancestor happily, with no shortage of money to spend, and to do whatever he wants, but he just doesn't want to take on family responsibilities.
Having been the number one playboy in Shanghai for more than 20 years, you are already very tired, okay?