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Chapter 252 Mom! I'm Really Your Son

Wang Yang got out of the car and shouted excitedly to Li Xiuzhen: "Mom, I'm back!"

Now that it is winter, Wang Yang put on a Mickey-colored Armani windbreaker, covered in brand names, and looked very clean and handsome.

Li Xiuzhen heard Wang Yang shouting and did not respond. Instead, she looked to the side.

There is no one here, who should this young man call?

Does it look familiar? Whose baby is this?

Li Xiuzhen thought hard.

"Mom, why are you so stunned?" Wang Yang walked up to Li Xiuzhen, patted Li Xiuzhen, and asked doubtfully.

Li Xiuzhen was startled, and then she saw Wang Yang's face clearly. She took a breath and said in surprise: "Yangzi?"

"It's me, Mom, you can't even recognize me, right?" Wang Yang said depressedly, it's only been a year since we last met, how come you can't even recognize your own son?

"Oh, it's you, Yangzi, can you drive now? Who are you driving for now?" Li Xiuzhen took Wang Yang's hand and said excitedly: "Okay, you can drive now, hehehe, hey,

Where is your boss? Who are you driving for? Is he from the village?"

"Mom!" Wang Yang called out in a long voice and said, "Who are you, driver? This car is mine."

"What?" Li Xiuzhen was stunned, and then said with a sullen face: "What are you talking about with your child? How can you afford a car, and you are bragging in front of your mother? You are such a kid."

"Mom! This car is really mine, why did I lie to you? By the way, Mom, please wait for me for a while." Wang Yang turned around and walked towards the car, opened the trunk, and took out the gift he bought: "Mom,

Look at what I bought for you, bird's nest, ginseng and so on. Look at you, your complexion is so bad, it's time to make up for it."

"Hey, what are you doing, kid? Why are you taking other people's things?" Li Xiuzhen was shocked and quickly snatched the things from Wang Yang's hand and stuffed them back.

Wang Yang: "????"

Wang Yang was about to explain when suddenly a bread truck stopped beside him. An old man and a young man got out of the car. They must have been asked by him to help with the transportation. They shouted to Wang Yang: "Boss, I'll give you your wine."

It’s been delivered, where can I put it for you?”

Wang Yang looked at the boss and said, "Oh, please help me move home, thank you."

"Okay, no problem, this is your home, right?" the boss said, instructing his employees to pick up the wine and pointing to a luxurious bungalow next to Wang Yang.

"Ah! No, this one is." Wang Yang pointed to his one-and-a-half-story house and said awkwardly.

"Ah????" The boss was dumbfounded, "This... this one? Are you sure?"

Wang Yang nodded awkwardly, confirming that he was right.

The boss then blankly ordered the employees to move into the room and murmured: "What's going on? A wine cellar? This doesn't look like a... warehouse? Building a warehouse on the side of the road is... really wayward.

It's just that the warehouse can also be built to be attractive, and you don't look like someone who is short of money."

Of course the boss doesn't know the reason.

Li Xiuzhen watched others carrying boxes of wine towards her home and said hurriedly: "Yangzi, they..."

"Mom, that's some wine I bought for dad." Wang Yang reopened the trunk and took out things like bird's nests: "Also, this car is really mine, and I bought these things for you.

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"This...this..." Li Xiuzhen couldn't react for a moment, her eyes were still full of disbelief.

At this time, the villagers who were discussing also swarmed around.

"Yangzi Yangzi, it's really you. I just watched it for a long time and couldn't believe it. You have made a fortune? You drive such a good car. Wow, the wine that man moved seems to be Maotai."

"Yes, there is also Wuliangye."

"Oh my God, Yangzi, you have to spend tens of thousands to buy these wines, right?"

First, a group of uncles said in shock.

Wang Yang smiled and didn't answer. He took one out of the trunk and opened it with Tianxia. Each of them gave a pack: "Uncle Mazi, Uncle Shitou, Uncle Shougen...here, you guys smoke."

Five or six middle-aged people took He Tianxia, ​​pondered it in their hands, and asked: "Yangzi, what kind of cigarette do you have? We have never seen it. How much does it cost for a pack?"

"This is from Hetianxia. It costs 100 yuan a pack. You guys have a try." Wang Yang said with a smile.

"A hundred yuan a pack? Is that the most expensive cigarette? The price of tobacco is limited, and the maximum price can only be sold for a hundred yuan a pack." Er Mazi said: "Oh my God, Yangzi, how much money have you made?"

Huh? You have dozens of boxes in your trunk, and these bird’s nests and the like. Don’t you think it costs more than ten or two hundred thousand?”

"It's nothing. I made a little money, so you guys can enjoy it. I'll go home first and come out later to chat with everyone." Wang Yang said, picking up his things and walking home. Li Xiuzhen also helped in a daze, following behind.

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Everyone outside dispersed, looking at Wang Yang's house, and began their discussion.

"So, it's still good to study. Look at Yangtze. You can make so much money just now in your third year of college. When you came back last year, you still had nothing. You can make so much money in just one year, and you can make a lot of money in a lifetime."

It’s over.”

"Yeah, it's really unexpected."

"The most rare thing is, you see, this person who has studied does not hold grudges. He still talks and laughs with us when he comes back, and even smokes, and every puff is a pack."

"Hey, don't say whether this will work or not. It makes me ashamed."

"Fortunately for us, we didn't bully their family too much. In fact, the most egregious thing was his uncle. As a relative, he suppressed them everywhere."

"He just wanted his poor relatives to embarrass him first, relying on his son to make some money outside. Now that things are better, Yangzi can also make money, and earn more than his son. Let's see how he faces it in the future."

While everyone was talking, they suddenly heard a man panting on the road and shouting to everyone: "My dear fellows, please help me, please help me. My son drove back from Shanghai today and drove to the rice fields at the entrance of the village."

I'm here. Please help me lift the car. My son will give you Chinese cigarettes."

This man is none other than Wang Yang's uncle, Wang Fugui.

However, he shouted for a long time, but no one paid attention to him.

Er Mazi said disdainfully: "Wang Fugui, when your son comes home every year, the car either drives into the fields or into the creek. What are you pretending to be? Do we miss your son's Chinese cigarette? Isn't it just a car?

Breaking the Audi? Show off again and again! "

Being exposed on the spot, Wang Fugui blushed on the spot and said in embarrassment: "Everyone, please help me. This car is still in the sky. Otherwise, I will ask my son to send you a pack? A pack costs 50 Chinese yuan."

Woolen cloth."

"Hey, I won't take a single package."

"That's right, Yangzi doesn't let us do anything and just gives us 100 yuan a pack of cigarettes. Who cares about you?"

"Yangzi? Which Yangzi?" Wang Fugui asked doubtfully.


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