He immediately looked up and saw He Yu standing beside the car.
He Yuan, who had graying sideburns, suddenly smiled like a child.
"Little Yu!"
He shouted, pretending to be calm, but he was actually walking quickly towards He Yu.
"Why are you here? Why didn't you tell us in advance? We'll pick you up!”
He Yuan blamed him. After all, it was quite troublesome to take a bus back from your city.
If He Yu told them, they would ask the uncles in the village to pick him up.
"It's okay, Dad. I drove back by myself.”
He Yuan suddenly noticed the Rolls-Royce beside He Yu.
Although he was just a Zhuang family man, he had worked in the city before. He even liked cars.
In the past two years, he had been thinking about saving some money to buy a Baojun that cost tens of thousands of yuan.
Or, he could also change to a Wuling Hongguang van.
Therefore, his father, He Yuan, recognized the car in front of him. He had actually seen it at a glance just now, but he would have thought that it was the car of the big boss of the power plant.
After all, the coal power station worked with many coal mine owners.
Those bosses often drove luxury cars such as Mercedes-Benz and Tigers.
"This is a Rolls-Royce, right? Where did you get it?"
"If you borrowed it, you should return it quickly. This kind of car will easily be scratched by others in our countryside.”
His father, He Yuan, lectured him. After all, the cost of repairing paint was extremely expensive for a luxury car of this level.
"Hahaha, Dad, this car is mine.”
He Yu said with a smile.
His father was a little hesitant, but He Yu still forced him into the passenger seat.
Although his body was very dirty, as the saying goes, a son never dislikes his mother's ugliness.
He Yu was willing to let his father ride in a super sports car worth hundreds of millions, let alone a Rolls Royce worth tens of millions.
Speaking of which, He Yu was prepared to find some work for his parents this time.
At least they wouldn't have to work so hard. His mother would go to the bank in town to cook for people.
As for his father, he worked in a coal power plant. It was a very tiring job.
Not long after, He Yu brought his father home.
As soon as he arrived at the door, he saw his sister starting a fire.
"Yo, you started a fire? Do you want to eat Firewood Chicken today?"
He Yu smiled slightly. His mother's Firewood Chicken was superb, and He Yu liked it very much.
At the same time, his mother and Wen Yingying walked out of the room.
Wen Yingying was still holding a plate of vegetables in her hands. It was obvious that she had been helping her mother pick the vegetables just now. Looking at her smiling face, it was obvious that she was getting along well with her mother.
"You're back?"
His mother, Xu Yan, looked at his father, He Yuan, and then frowned.
"Hurry up and take a shower. Why are you so dirty? We're going to eat soon.”
The father was stunned and looked at Wen Yingying. In front of his son's wife, his image was indeed not good.
"Alright, I'll go now."
His father immediately entered the room and went to take a shower.
In the backyard of He Yu's house, his father had specially built a bathroom. Although it was simple and crude, at least it was well-equipped.
His father had only built it after his sister had grown up.
Otherwise, in the past, He Yu and his father, He Yuan, would just jump into a small river and settle things.
During dinner, the family ate very happily.
Although Wen Yingying was from Shanghai, she could actually eat spicy food.
Wen Yingying's family was from Jiangxi, but she had moved to Shanghai since her grandfather's generation.
In essence, Wen Yingying's taste was still spicy.
This was why she could eat this Firewood Chicken.
After dinner, Wen Yingying followed her sister and mother to wash the dishes. As for He Yu, he sat in the courtyard and chatted with his father.
"Tell me, what exactly is going on.”
Of course, Wen Yingying was a very good girl. If she really became a live-in son-in-law, there was nothing they could do.
However, if He Yu did not discuss it with them and did so, it would be a little too much.
"Actually, it's like this.”
"Didn't the global financial crisis erupt some time ago? I relied on the financial crisis to make some money in the stock market.”
He Yu said with a smile. It was really just 100 million!
"How much?"
He Yuan asked while smoking.
"Yes, tens of millions."
He Yu hesitated for a moment, but he still said a super conservative number in his heart.
"What?"
Unexpectedly, his father was still shocked.
"Tens of millions? Really?"
He Yu nodded seriously. Fortunately, he did not say too much. Otherwise, his father might be frightened by him.
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