As soon as she finished speaking, Yang Guilan stared at Chen Ping with her eyes fixed, as if she wanted to see something from Chen Ping's face.

"What, you bought a house? Chen Ping, do you know what you are talking about? You have been poor for three years, how can you buy a house? I think you can't even afford a toilet!"

Yang Guilan was so angry that Chen Ping was really bragging to him at this time.

Can he afford a house?

He and Jiang Wan's wedding room was bought with half of the money!

Now the house price in Shangjiang City is 20,000 to 30,000 per square meter!

Can he afford it?

"Mom, actually before Jiang Wan and I got married, I brought some savings from home and bought it recently. If you and dad want to live there, I can make arrangements now."

Chen Ping still said calmly.

This time, even Jiang Guomin, who was sitting aside and flipping antiques, couldn't stand it anymore and snorted: "Chen Ping, your mother scolded you because she thought you were worthless, but why don't you feel blushing when you boast about Haikou in front of us?

When you buy a house, what will you use to buy it? How much savings can you have?"

Jiang Guomin was quite powerful when he cursed people.

Yang Guilan followed up and said sarcastically: "When you and Wan'er got married, your parents didn't come. You made it clear that you looked down on our Jiang family. Why, your family is still a big and wealthy family? How much savings do you have? I can't tell you how much savings you have with my eyes closed.

I can count them."

Chen Ping pursed his lips.

I really want to tell Yang Guilan that if you were to count, you would probably be able to count hundreds of dollars in a lifetime.

Seeing that Chen Ping was silent, Yang Guilan stood up and pushed him out, saying: "Okay, hurry up and leave. Don't forget the day after tomorrow. If you are not allowed to come over, just go to the hospital to take care of your daughter."

After driving Chen Ping away, Yang Guilan sat on the sofa, feeling very angry.

"Lao Jiang, what do you mean by Yang Fenglan? Did she come to our house to show off on purpose? Didn't she just buy a broken car? She didn't buy it with her own money, and she didn't rely on her son-in-law. Why is she so proud?

A pheasant still wants to be a phoenix?"

Yang Guilan scolded fiercely and was very angry. Her eyes happened to fall on the small brocade box on the table, and she became even more angry.

What good can come out of Chen Ping's useless thing?

Open it and see what he can give you.

Yang Guilan opened the brocade box and became angry when she saw the contents inside.

"What is it? A broken thumb! He actually gave me this worthless thing for the old man's birthday party. He must have got it from the antique market. I'm so angry! I've lost face to him!"

Yang Guilan looked at it for a few times, then put the green jade finger back again, and then sulked angrily.

Jiang Guomin just glanced at it and didn't see clearly what it was. He didn't bother to care about it, so he just said: "Oh, why are you always having trouble with these people? Aren't you asking for trouble?"

Yang Guilan glared at him fiercely, stood up and left.

At the same time, Yunlan Pavilion, the largest antique auction venue in Kyoto.

The tall woman in a skirt opened the solemn door and stepped into the grand office. Looking around, she saw a collection of valuable antiques and gold, jade and stoneware.

"Boss, are you looking for me?" The woman bent over with her breasts in her arms and folded her hands in front of her belly, looking very respectful.

Sitting on the boss's chair was a middle-aged man in his forties, wearing black-rimmed glasses with a small gold chain hanging on the frame. His head was hunched back, and his face was serious, looking very calm.

Zhong Yun, the boss of Yunlan Pavilion, is also a very famous collector in China, with a net worth of tens of billions!

"Have you found the person who asked you to check?" Zhong Yun's voice was strong, like Hong Zhong, with an inexplicable authority.

The woman replied respectfully: "We checked, but to no avail. We have given a kind invitation, but the other party rejected it."

Zhong Yun nodded and said: "Continue to investigate, we must find the person, and let me know the result."

"Okay boss." The woman exited the office.

Zhong Yun stood up and stood in front of the large French window, looking at the Kyoto night.

Two days ago, Yunlan Pavilion sold a collection with a sky-high price!

1.3 billion!

Qianlong jade finger ring!

As soon as the news came out, the whole Kyoto was shocked!

No one has dared to take pictures like this for a long time!

One hundred and three hundred million!

It’s simply a wealth of money!

Zhong Yun immediately contacted the buyer, but failed to find out and was rejected directly.

Such a mysterious buyer must have a lot of background, Zhong Yun must find out as soon as possible.

At the same time, the entire Yang family was immersed in the joy of celebration.

Mr. Yang's seventieth birthday is a big event.

Mr. Yang, whose real name is Yang Kaifeng, is a former senior secretary in the physique. He holds an important position and has many disciples. It can be said that he is highly respected.

After retirement, he returned to Yangjiacun and became the most famous person in the village.

Because seniority is there.

The Yang family has naturally become the most powerful family in the village, with dozens of family branches.

Under Yang Kaifeng's prestige, he was doing well. Some of his children entered the system, some entered the business world, and naturally some were idle.

After all, the family is big and there are people for everyone.

Even Jiang Guomin had a good opportunity with Yang Kaifeng's help.

The Yang Family Courtyard is a Hui-style courtyard with high white walls, with three entrances and three exits. There are ponds, rockeries, and small gardens in the courtyard. It is truly the heritage and style of the first family in Yangjia Village.

The descendants and grandchildren of Mr. Yang are looking forward to this birthday party, not only to celebrate Mr. Yang, but more importantly, they all want to meet someone.

"Do you think that wimp Chen Ping will come to this old man's birthday party?"

In the courtyard of the Yang family, a group of young people gathered together to drink tea and chat.

"Definitely not coming. Aunt Guilan will definitely not bring him here. She didn't bring him last time."

"No, the old man doesn't like Chen Ping in the first place. I brought him here just to make him angry."

"I don't know what Jiang Wan was thinking at the beginning. She had to marry that loser. It really made me laugh to death."

They are all from the Yang family and were born in Yangjia Village.

"It won't work if I don't come. I'm just waiting to see his jokes. I'll call Aunt Feng and ask her to bring Chen Ping."

A young man said, he was quite handsome and had a gold lock hanging around his neck.

His name is Yang Tai, the only son of Yang Jingshan, the fourth son of the Yang family, and the youngest of the three generations of the Yang family. He is quite doted on by Mr. Yang.

Therefore, he developed an arrogant and arrogant temper.

"Aunt Feng, I, Artai, I want to ask you something. On my grandpa's birthday, will Aunt Guilan's son-in-law, Chen Ping, come?" Yang Tai made a shushing gesture to several brothers and sisters.

"Artai, what's wrong? Do you still miss your good-for-nothing cousin-in-law?" Yang Fenglan teased on the other end of the phone.

Yang Tai said with a smile: "I haven't seen you for a long time. I just want to ask."

Yang Fenglan replied: "Okay, I don't know what bad intentions you kid is trying to figure out? Chen Ping will definitely come this time. If not, your Aunt Feng will tie him to the head office for you, right?"

After getting an accurate reply, Yang Tai said a few polite words, hung up the phone, and then said to everyone: "Okay, Chen Ping will come over. Let's get ready quickly. We will see how he makes a fool of himself then."

Several people looked at each other and smiled, with expressions of successful conspiracy on their faces.

It would be boring to have such a big birthday party without making some jokes.

Besides, Chen Ping is the object of everyone’s jokes. If he doesn’t come, it will definitely not work.

This matter, after Yang Tai and several other people's operation and rapid fermentation, almost the entire Yang family knew that Chen Ping would come to the old man's birthday party.

The big guys, not only the juniors, but also the elders like Yang Jingshan, shook their heads with disdain and said angrily: "That loser Chen Ping came to our Yang family to celebrate his birthday, just to embarrass our Yang family."

Chen Ping had no idea about all this.

He went to the hospital to visit Mi Li and bumped into Jiang Wan in the ward.

"Wan'er, you got off work so early today." Chen Ping said with a smile on his face.

Jiang Wan glanced at him coldly and did not answer his words, which made Chen Ping a little at a loss.

"Are you in a bad mood?" Chen Ping sat next to Jiang Wan and asked softly.

Jiang Wan was very angry now, and she was holding back her anger. She wanted to ask, but she didn't want to take the initiative to speak.

She wanted Chen Ping to explain it himself.

Xiao Mili ran over secretly, leaned into Chen Ping's ear, and whispered in a sweet voice: "Dad, mom is not happy today. She told Mi Li that dad cheated on her, and there are other beautiful aunts outside."

Cheating?

Chen Ping was amused and said hurriedly: "Wan'er, what are you thinking? How can your husband cheat on me like this?"

Jiang Wan couldn't bear it anymore and turned her head, her red eyes filled with tears. That look in her eyes could make people feel extremely heartbroken.
Chapter completed!