Zhang Yuzhen and Su Weixin stared at the key card in shock, their eyes widened.
"How come you have a villa there?"
This is impossible!
Jiangshui Dynasty is the most luxurious villa area in Jiangshui City.
Not to mention that ordinary people can't afford it, even rich people who suddenly made a sudden fortune can't afford it.
People who can live there must not only have money, but also power and connections.
"Hasn't Yan Jinsong's villa been forcibly repossessed a long time ago to pay off its debts?"
Zhang Yuzhen shook her head in disbelief: "It was auctioned by the court a few years ago..."
Even if you want to buy it back, it will cost at least hundreds of millions.
How could a young boy like Xu Tian have so much money?
Zhang Yuzhen knew that the company where Yan Qingxue worked was a small third-tier clothing company, and its annual profit was only over one million, which was similar to theirs.
Even if the company belonged to Xu Tian, there was no way he could afford Jiangshui Dynasty. What's more, Xu Tian just heard that his eldest brother was the boss of the company, so he didn't have much cash on hand.
Su Xiuya and Yan Jinsong looked at the key card on the table and were so shocked that they were speechless.
Although they planned to move to Xu Tian's empty house, no one thought that this so-called empty house would be No. 88 Jiangshui Dynasty!
What a coincidence!
Moreover, for such a luxurious villa, Xu Tian only charged one thousand and fifty and still couldn't rent it out. This is simply a fantasy.
Yan Qingxue was stunned for a moment after seeing the key card.
Then, she stared at Xu Tian with a complicated expression, with mixed feelings in her heart.
"Auntie, your house is too small. It's really crowded for five people to live in. I'm worried that my godfather and godmother won't be used to it." Xu Tian saw Zhang Yuzhen's face changed with anger, and smiled lightly: "So let them move.
Come to my side and you won't have to worry about it anymore."
This is tantamount to saying that the house that Zhang Yuzhen refuses to let go of is not worth fighting for for Yan Jinsong's family.
And Zhang Yuzhen thought that Yan Jinsong's family stayed at home because they were desperate. It was really ridiculous.
With such a rich godson who can give him a villa in the Jiangshui Dynasty at will, who would want Zhang Yuzhen’s two-story shabby villa!
Zhang Yuzhen's complaints and slanders just now were like loud slaps one after another, but these slaps were all slapped on her own face.
Feeling the strange looks around her, Zhang Yuzhen's face turned extremely ugly.
"Xu Tian, is this villa really yours?"
Su Xiuya picked up the key card and looked at it repeatedly in disbelief. She had been sad for a long time when she heard that No. 88 Jiangshui Dynasty was going to be auctioned.
This house held many memories that belonged to their family, and she would have been reluctant to take it out to pay off the debt unless she had no choice.
"Godmother, if you don't believe me, I'll show you the real estate certificate. My name is written on it."
Xu Tian pretended not to know anything: "I now work for a listed group. My boss solved a business crisis before. When he was happy, he gave me a house as a gift."
"So that's it."
Su Xiuya was simple-minded and immediately believed Xu Tian's explanation.
But Yan Jinsong did frown, looking at Xu Tian with an inquiring gaze, and he obviously had doubts in his heart.
Xu Tian knew that Yan Jinsong was not someone who was easy to fool. Just because he had just revealed the real owner of the villa where Su Mingli's family now lived was enough for Yan Jinsong to notice the loopholes in it.
He met Yan Jinsong and Su Xiuya accidentally, and they had only known each other for a short time. How could he know how they organized the wedding and gave away a house to Su Mingli more than 20 years ago?
Of course, Xu Tian had already thought of another excuse before he planned to stand up for them.
If Yan Jinsong asked about it later, he could only pray that there were no obvious loopholes in the other set of arguments he made up.
"It's just a shabby house, who cares about it?"
Su Weixin choked sourly: "It's just a few rich dudes at home."
"Son, let's ignore this kind of villain and let's go celebrate the birthday of Mr. Yan's family!"
Although Zhang Yuzhen was so angry that her heart was bleeding, she still maintained her remaining dignity on the surface.
She pulled Su Mingli, who had not yet recovered from the shock, and came to Mr. Yan diligently.
"Grandpa, I wish you blessings like the East Sea and a long life."
Su Weixin put away his aggressive face just now, and behaved very appropriately in front of Mr. Yan.
The expressionless Mr. Yan who was sitting on the main seat just nodded perfunctorily at Su Weixin and had no intention of talking to him.
Su Weixin was a little disappointed.
At this time, Zhang Yuzhen really actively pulled him to the old man beside Mr. Yan.
"Hurry up and say hello to Mr. Song!"
"Mr. Song is the president of the Chinese Painting and Calligraphy Association. If you want to develop in the academic world in the future, you still need more guidance from seniors like Mr. Song."
Zhang Yuzhen was very proud at this time. What could Xu Tian do if he had a few bad money?
In the future, his son will join the academic circle. If he is lucky, he might even be accepted as a disciple by some master. His future prospects are limitless.
In China, the status of those literary figures is much higher than that of the nouveau riche who started out in business.
"Hello, Mr. Song, I am Su Weixin. I am currently studying calligraphy at Jiangshui University."
"Are you Su Weixin?"
The old man known as Mr. Song nodded and said slowly: "I have heard of your name. It is rare that you are not arrogant or impetuous at a young age and can concentrate on studying calligraphy."
"Song Lao has given you the award."
Su Weixin scratched his head in flattery: "Have you heard of my name?"
"Your instructor showed me your works from the last art exhibition."
Mr. Song nodded and said: "So I have an impression of your name. Among your peers, your calligraphy is pretty good."
The surrounding guests saw that Mr. Song, who had always been strict, actually praised Su Weixin's calligraphy works, and couldn't help but cast approving glances at Su Weixin.
Mr. Song is a famous calligrapher in China and is also the president of the Painting and Calligraphy Association. It is definitely a great honor to be praised by him.
Although Su Weixin's character is not very good, if he really becomes famous and enters the mainstream cultural circle in the future, who will care about the small flaws in his character?
There were even some guests who loved calligraphy and painting who took the initiative to say hello to Su Weixin and discuss and exchange calligraphy experiences with him.
Zhang Yuzhen felt the envious looks of the guests around her and glanced proudly in the direction of Xu Tian, Su Xiuya and others.
So what if Xu Tian owns a house from the Jiangshui Dynasty? Isn’t that a nouveau riche?
There is no foundation!
After his reformist future graduates, he will have to deal with the big guys in the Chinese cultural circle, which is not at the same level as Xu Tian, a nouveau riche who is full of money.
At this time, Yan Jinsong also brought Xu Tian over to congratulate Mr. Yan on his birthday.
"Dad, this is my godson Xu Tian."
When Yan Jinsong faced his father, his mood was complicated.
Although he was resentful of Mr. Yan's distrust, his filial piety made him still respect and fear the old man.
"Grandpa, I wish you blessings like the East Sea."
Xu Tian took a step forward with a calm demeanor and bowed deeply.
Mr. Yan raised his eyelids slightly and glanced at Xu Tian, his expression neither happy nor angry, as if he was looking at an unrelated outsider.
After a moment, he softly said "hmm" and nodded in response.
Although Mr. Yan's reaction was very perfunctory, everyone in the Yan family knew that he had accepted Xu Tian's title of "grandfather" and recognized Xu Tian's identity.