In the Magic City, not every villa can be called mansion.
That is—the mansion.
In the Demon City, where do the truly rich people live?
Not a super large flat layer.
Not a villa.
It's not a big suburban estate either.
But...the garden villa.
Just like the courtyard of the imperial capital, the garden villas in the demon capital also have special meanings.
The old villas in the Magic City were mainly built more than a hundred years ago. They have excellent geographical location and large land area. They are generally multi-story luxury houses with duplex structures.
Also because the demons were one of the foreign concessions at that time, the architectural styles of most houses were biased towards Europe and the United States.
After the founding of the People's Republic of China, old villas became one of the important historical buildings, and almost all property rights were taken over.
There are no more than fifty garden villas available for trading on the entire market today.
Among the best bungalows, the word "mansion" is given in the word "mansion".
The garden villa where the Du family, the leader of the Qingmen, lives, is called Du Mansion.
The century-old villa of the head of the Yu family is naturally called Yu Mansion.
The so-called mansion means the palace and the other courtyard.
If you meet a bragging guy and show off in front of you, his friend, in the Imperial City, has such a big manor, and any golf course is its own back garden, it can be basically concluded that this grandson's
My friend must be a golf resort caddie.
Awesome is not so bragging.
In the imperial capital, you have to say how many courtyards you have.
In the Magic City, you have to show off how many mansions you have.
This is the correct way to open a brag.
Huashan Road in the Magic City, mansions and mansions are famous all over the world.
Basically, Huashan Road in the Magic City is equivalent to Mount Peak Road in Hong Kong Island and Beverly Hills in Hollywood.
The Demon City also has its own standards. Only by living in a mansion that has been passed down for a hundred years can it be called a true local family.
The main building of Yu Mansion is a five-story villa with two gardens behind it.
The entire mansion is ancient and ancient, exuding a century-old charm.
Even many decorations strive to be specially made like a hundred years ago.
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, his silver hair was neatly combed behind his head, greasy and smooth, revealing his extremely wide forehead, completely dressed in an old-fashioned magician.
In a corner of the study, there is a small bronze incense tripod. The white smoke is refreshing and makes people feel at ease.
Obviously, extremely expensive spices are burning inside.
Yu Desheng also had a set of celadon tea cups for drinking tea.
Each one is just the size of a goose egg, with a thin body as thin as paper, and a faint brown color. It is a chicken jar cup from the Chenghua period of the Ming Dynasty.
There are only eight chicken jar cups in Chenghua. Any one is sky-high, the cheapest one is at a price, and the auction price is 200 million yuan.
Any collector will definitely cherish this treasure and will not easily take it out for people to see it. However, in Yu Desheng's hand, there is a teapot with four tea cups, and it is still placed.
Get it at hand and use it as you like.
There is another person in the study.
A woman who looks over thirties is extremely elegant and luxurious. She is wearing a very fit cheongsam and her face with light makeup. The tears are still dry, as if she has just cried.
She looked at Yu Desheng, and her eyes were very complicated.
Fear, fear, and deep resentment.
Seeing that Yu Desheng didn't say anything, the woman finally couldn't hide her anger anymore and shouted:
"Dad, you can't do that."
Yu Desheng then slowly closed the book, then raised his head, and a slight dissatisfaction flashed in his deep eyes:
"Yuliang, there is no room for negotiation on this matter, don't talk about it."
The woman couldn't help but screamed in anger:
"That's my daughter, your granddaughter, why are you...!"
The dissatisfaction in Yu Desheng's eyes immediately turned into thunder.
But then disappeared and said with amusement and tears:
"Okay, OK, Yuliang, you should really communicate with Liuli and Shishi. Don't always preach as a mother. Do you know that this is not my will, but theirs...
Willing to do it!”
Zhou Yuliang looked at Yu Desheng with a sad face and tears on his face:
"Dad, I don't believe they will be willing. It's simply ridiculous. The little red man named Su Mu, I...!"
Yu Desheng suddenly snorted heavily, then picked up the teacup at hand, took a sip, then frowned and said:
"Yuliang, Liuli is going to be a wife, and the Yu family's property is left to her. You know the temper of Shishi, this child, once she decides, she can't even pull back eight horses. Su Mu, this kid, has been for many years.
Before, I chose someone for Shishi, but I didn't expect that Liuli would fall in love with him. It's not a rare thing to marry sisters together. For the sake of the family, let alone sisters together, aunts and nephews marry one husband together.
Are there still fewer things? Besides, there are many things, far from what you think, and I can't say anything to you, go and let your unscrupulous husband come in."
Zhou Yuliang gritted his teeth, could only lower his head, and with deep dissatisfaction, he retreated.
There is also a reception room outside the study. A handsome middle-aged man in his forties, with a greasy head and pink face, a suit vest, and a pair of baroque brown leather shoes. He was wearing gold-rimmed glasses and crossed his legs to read the newspaper.
"Yu Xiangrong, your father asked you to get in."
The man quickly got up, smiled and held his wife's hand, looking comforting:
"Okay, okay, why should we make trouble for the matter that the old man decided?"
Zhou Yuliang was so angry that he gritted his teeth:
"That's our baby daughter, the old man... he is simply...!"
Yu Xiangrong quickly reached out and shook his head:
"Auntie, please keep your voice down. Dad heard it and I'm going to be scolded again."
Zhou Yuliang gave her husband a fierce look, twisted his waist and went downstairs in anger.
She wanted to see what was good about the little red man named Su Mu.
He actually thought about getting involved in my mother's two daughters, and he was simply seeking death.
If it were just like this, she could still hold her breath.
The most annoying thing is that this little red man has seven or eight women.
My own pair of baby sisters is still the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one
This simply didn't blow Zhou Yuliang upset.
In other words, the husband is not good enough, she wants to have a son...!
If Su Mu dares to appear in front of her, she dares to use the knife directly.
Yu Xiangrong saw his wife away, then he wiped his forehead guiltily, walked gently to the door of the study, reached out and knocked on the door three times before pushing open the door and walked in.
"dad."
Yu Desheng didn't speak or look up, as if he was trapped in some kind of contemplation.
The atmosphere in the room gradually became weird.
"Xiangrong, what should you do about this kid? I originally thought that he could marry Shishi, which was considered to be fulfilling the promise he had made back then, but unexpectedly, Liuli actually...!"
Yu Xiangrong was speechless in his heart, and secretly scolded the bastard named Su Mu and bleeded blood.
But his face was filled with thoughts:
"Dad, let it go. Let the child's affairs be handled by the child themselves."
Yu Desheng smiled slightly and said:
"Even if Liuli doesn't marry him, the child she gave birth to will have the surname Yu. At that time, with this relationship, the future of my Yu family...haha!"
Yu Xiangrong shook his head, but he completely let go of some of the worries in his heart.
At least, you don’t have to worry about inheriting your family business anymore.
That’s right, what Yu Xiangrong is most worried about is to inherit the family business.
How many people have a family business like the Yu family, and they want to break their heads and compete for it.
But Yu Xiangrong is a strange thing.
He just wanted to be a second-generation ancestor happily, not short of money, do whatever he wanted, but didn't want to take on family responsibilities.
The number one playboy in Shanghai who has been in the past 20 years is already very tired, okay?