After finishing the meal, Jiang Rongjing asked again how much the meal cost. Zhong Jiawei did not dare to tell the truth and only said that it cost a few hundred yuan. Jiang Rongjing said nothing more.
After returning to the community, Zhong Jiawei asked if she wanted to buy anything else, and left another card, saying that there was some money in it.
Jiang Rongjing was adamant that he didn't want it, but Zhong Jiawei gave it to us in the name of Jiang Yucheng, saying that since you haven't received your salary now, you have to eat. If you really don't want to, just pay it back to us when you make money later.
Only then did Jiang Rongjing accept it. After Jiang Zhihao's family of three left, Jiang Rongjing took Jiang Yucheng out to buy some daily necessities.
In fact, Zhong Jiawei bought everything. He just wanted to see how much money he had in the card in this name.
He said he didn't want money, but if Zhong Jiawei gave him less, he would definitely not be happy. I can ask for it, but you can't give it. This is called filial piety.
According to Jiang Rongjing's opinion, there might be someone worth ten thousand or eight thousand, or even ten thousand or twenty thousand.
However, when he arrived at the bank and saw the balance inside, his eyes widened.
There are half a million in the card!
When Jiang Rongjing was still working, he only earned about 3,000 yuan a month, and less than 40,000 yuan a year.
Five hundred thousand is enough for him to work for ten years!
Jiang Yucheng also saw the astonishing number and exclaimed: "That's so much! Dad, we are rich!"
"Getting rich, it's not our money!" Jiang Rongjing said with a dark face.
The more money he has, the less at ease he feels.
Five hundred thousand, this is a huge sum of money for Jiang Rongjing.
Jiang Yucheng whispered from the side: "Dad, do you think my brother and sister-in-law are very rich? I heard Lingling said that she is making movies for others now."
Jiang Rongjing wanted to say that they had a lot of money, but the luxuriously decorated house, luxury cars, high-end restaurants, plus the five hundred thousand, made him really unable to say such a thing.
The obvious facts are in front of our eyes, so there's no point in trying to be tough.
So, my eldest son, whom I have always disliked the most, has really become successful these years?
Thinking of this, Jiang Rongjing really didn't know whether to be happy or discouraged.
The father is not as good as his son, and he keeps saying that he wants to sever the father-son relationship with others, but it turns out that his life was saved by others, his house was given by others, and now even his money is given by others.
For a moment, Jiang Rongjing held his bank card in his hand and was at a loss what to do.
In the car, Zhong Jiawei said to Jiang Zhihao: "Why did you lie to dad? Didn't you tell him the true situation of our family?"
"No, he is a person with strong self-esteem. If he told him, he would probably move out by himself immediately. It would be better not to tell him," Jiang Zhihao said.
"But you can't hide this kind of thing for long, he will find out sooner or later." Zhong Jiawei said.
"Let's keep it a secret for now. Besides, since you gave me the card, he should understand better and don't need to say anything else. It's not good to say it too clearly," Jiang Zhihao said.