In 1992, a small village owner became the richest man in the village by owning a car.

Chapter 620 Jinyue Real Estate
"Sigh, your parents and Er Yan didn't want me to tell you about this." The old aunt parked the car on the side of the road, sighed helplessly, and then told Yu Dawei the whole story of what had happened to Er Yan and her husband.

It turns out that the couple had already bought a house before they got married, but it was one of those pre-construction houses that was about to be completed.

The two had previously confirmed that the project would definitely be completed by the beginning of this year, and there were even rubbings of the contract indicating the completion date in the sales office lobby.

Moreover, my aunt also went with the two of them to investigate Jinyue Real Estate, which is a local real estate company in Hohhot. One of the bosses is a local, named Zhao Shan.

"Wait a minute! Who? What's their name?" Yu Dawei was about to speak when he scratched his ear with his right hand, thinking he had misheard.

"Zhao Shan, I asked around, she's your high school classmate," the aunt said with certainty.

Yu Dawei frowned deeply, looking completely bewildered.

Zhao Shan?!
In his memory, the most cowardly and unruly person in his class was Zhao Shan. He was short, fat, and had big ears. Anyone who saw him would want to punch him.

The key point is that this bastard was a traitor when he was in school!
If anything is discussed in class that involves violating school rules, this guy will secretly tattle on it behind everyone's back.

Back then, Yu Dawei took his two good brothers, Meng Kai and Ai Yongqiang, to skip class and go out to play outside the school. That bastard snitched on them quite a bit.

So Yu Dawei didn't understand, and found it very puzzling!

How did such a cowardly and bullying scoundrel become a real estate tycoon in just a few years?

I remember his parents were ordinary workers in the mine.

"This is really interesting. The worst student in our class actually did better than the average student?" Yu Dawei still couldn't believe it.

However, he chose to continue listening to his aunt to see what the situation was really like with the house.

The aunt continued her story, explaining that after further investigation, she felt there weren't any major problems with the house, at least it was better than those off-plan properties that hadn't even started construction yet, and it seemed more reliable. So, she ultimately chose the house from Jinyue Real Estate.

However, as the handover time passed, many homebuyers sensed something was wrong and even started to panic. They went to the sales office every day to find the leaders and demand an explanation.

Mulunhe Town already had a small population, and not many people wanted to buy houses. After this incident, those who originally wanted to buy Jinyue Real Estate have all backed out.

Shortly after, Jinyue Real Estate announced a delay in the handover date, and there has been no further news since.

"Where is the house?" Yu Dawei asked.

"It's right next to No. 2 Middle School, about two kilometers south of here. That area was built in the last ten years or so," the old aunt pointed towards the dark road.

Yu Dawei roughly knew the location of No. 2 Middle School. Although he had never studied there before, his first love had attended high school there.

“Alright, I’ll have time to look for this kid in the next couple of days. He’s a genuine local; if he really cheats the people here, I don’t think he’ll have the face to stay here anymore.” Yu Dawei had met his parents before when he attended parent-teacher conferences; like Zhao Shan, they were very concerned about their image.

Moreover, the couple are both outstanding employees at the local mine. Yu Dawei guessed that if they knew Zhao Shan had cheated the locals out of their money, they would definitely step in to stop him.

Seeing that Yu Dawei didn't say anything, the old aunt drove home again.

The next morning, Yu Dawei went to find a classmate who had gotten along well with Zhao Shan.

He and Zhao Shan never got along, to the point that he didn't even know where the other lived. Besides, ten years had passed, and even if he did know, they might have moved away like his aunt and uncle.

Therefore, we should start with the local classmates who have a good relationship with Zhao Shan.

The first person he thought of was Huang Linlin, Zhao Shan's former deskmate in high school.

There were rumors in our class that Zhao Shan liked Huang Linlin, but it seems they didn't end up together during school. I wonder if they are together now.

Now that everyone is around thirty-one or thirty-two, they should all be married by now.

However, Yu Dawei still remembered the location of Huang Linlin's house. After all, Huang Linlin's family was wealthy in the early years. He, Ai Yongqiang, and Huang Linlin were all class representatives, and they were quite familiar with each other in private. Occasionally, Yu Dawei would go to Huang Linlin's house to copy homework.

Yes, even though Yu Dawei and Ai Yongqiang both had good grades, neither of them liked doing homework. They thought it was a hassle, and the teacher would ignore it the next day.

Therefore, Yu Dawei considered doing homework to be the most useless thing at the time.

"Dad, are we there yet?" Xiao Muyu sat in the passenger seat, gazing longingly at the snow-covered streets outside the window.

"Not yet. I told you to go to your aunt's house a long time ago, but you wouldn't go. You insisted on coming with me." Yu Dawei shook his head speechlessly, his left hand on the steering wheel and his right hand on the gear shift.

"I promised Mom! I would protect you! I can't let you be bullied by other women." Xiao Muyu turned her head and stared at Yu Dawei earnestly, her small shoulders bearing a great responsibility.

"Why didn't you stop your great-aunt from scolding me?" Yu Dawei glanced at the little one.

Xiao Muyu was stunned and didn't know how to answer for a moment. Her little eyes darted around. Finally, she had no choice but to hold her head in her hands, curl up in the passenger seat, and groan in pain: "Ouch, my head hurts, my head hurts so much, I need to rest for a while."

"You little rascal." Yu Dawei rolled his eyes at the clever kid.

Before the father and son left, Han Jingfan was worried that the child would get lost if he played too wildly in the city, so he assigned Xiao Muyu a fictitious task.

I even explained it to him on the kang (heated brick bed) afterwards.

Of course, Yu Dawei also understands Han Jingfan's personality. Even though she has changed a lot over the years, she is still very thoughtful and emotionally sensitive at heart. She is just good at hiding her emotions.

She probably still harbors resentment about the letter her first love sent her when she got married, but of course, this isn't Han Jingfan's fault.

No one was wrong; the fault lay with myself for not handling things more perfectly.

So during his trip to Hohhot, Yu Dawei repeatedly assured everyone that he would not have any contact with his first love (he said this on his own initiative), and that he would not proactively meet with her. Yu Dawei did just that; he didn't even ask about his first love.

"Stop pretending, we're almost there." Yu Dawei saw his eldest son still huddled up with his back to him, and gave him a simple reminder.

Yu Dawei drove the car into an old alley, surrounded by earthen houses with brick and tile roofs, each with a small courtyard in the front and back.

He parked the car at the third house from the west, following his memory. There was a large black and white wolfhound in the yard, chained up, but that didn't stop it from barking wildly at the father and son at the door.

The little guy was a bit scared, his two little hands tightly gripping Yu Dawei's big hand, his whole little body pressed against the back of Yu Dawei's thigh.

Ever since Yu Muyu was bitten by a big yellow dog at her maternal grandmother's house, she seems to have developed a psychological trauma and is afraid of dogs whenever she sees one.

Fortunately, he is not so afraid of his own dog, Shengzi, and Dabai, and has gradually gotten over the previous state of being afraid to walk when he sees a dog, but the fear is still there.

Whenever he thinks about his son being bitten by his maternal grandparents' big yellow dog, he wishes he could make that dog die again!
"Who is it?!" Hearing the dog barking, an uncle in a blue Zhongshan suit came out of the house. He was leaning on a cane made of tree branches, and his cloudy eyes were fixed on the car outside the yard.

Following closely behind was an elderly woman, who was clearly much healthier than the man in front of her. She came out wearing a blue and white polka-dot cotton-padded jacket and also looked out into the yard, following her husband's gaze.

"Uncle Huang, Auntie, it's me, Dawei."

Yu Dawei took his eldest son's little hand, opened the rusty iron gate at the entrance, and walked towards the two elderly people.

It goes without saying that my uncle and aunt have aged a lot since I last saw them. What puzzled me was that the couple used to run a small business and made quite a bit of money.

But the courtyard was exactly the same as it was before he left, and it was exactly the same when he came back.

It is true that there are six large tile-roofed houses, but some of the roof tiles have fallen off, and some have even been broken by the wind. The courtyard is still paved with pebbles as before, but after many years, the pebbles on the road have been worn smooth, and many weeds have grown on the edges and corners.

Logically speaking, with the market economy getting better and better, Uncle Huang was only in his thirties back then, and he couldn't possibly lose money in business no matter what he did. But now, seeing the old couple like this, it seems they haven't been to the market to sell goods for a long time.

"Dawei? Dawei..."

Uncle Huang stared at Yu Dawei for a long time with his cloudy eyes, but he couldn't remember who he was. However, his wife recognized Yu Dawei at a glance.

She then excitedly stepped forward, carefully looking Yu Dawei up and down, and said in a somewhat excited tone, "It's Dawei?! Oh my god! It's been so many years! Come in, come in!"

"Is this your child?! My goodness! The child has grown so much! This is truly..."

When Yu Dawei heard his aunt mention his nickname, his lips twitched. This less-than-honorable nickname followed him everywhere he went.

Back in his hometown, people in the village called him that, and soon after he arrived here, people started calling him that too, and eventually, it spread among everyone who knew him.

Yu Dawei followed the two into the house. The layout of the pots and pans in the house was similar to when he used to come to their house to beg for money. When he entered the inner room, he found that the former large kang bed had been divided into several smaller rooms.

The stove on the ground was several sizes bigger than before, and the room was incredibly warm.

Xiao Muyu was wearing a new children's down jacket that was bought this year. Yu Dawei was a little worried that the child would get too hot, so he immediately unzipped the jacket for the child.

During the process, Yu Dawei also inquired about his uncle and aunt's situation over the years, including Huang Linlin's current situation.

But as soon as he asked the question, the couple both sighed, making Yu Dawei glance at them a few more times.

Judging from the situation, it seems that my uncle and aunt's family are really not doing well.

“In previous years, our family was doing fairly well. We did some vegetable selling at the market and managed to support all three of our children through high school.”

While brewing Yu Dawei some Monkey Brand jasmine tea, the uncle continued, "You know our Huang Linlin; she's quite good at academics."

"Yes, Linlin is incredibly good at both math and biology, always ranking first in both. It drove Ai Yongqiang crazy. His dad is a math teacher, so he beats him up after every test." Yu Dawei sat on the kang (a heated brick bed) and took the enamel mug with both hands. Recalling the past, he couldn't help but smile.

Yu Dawei blew away the foam on the surface of his teacup, took a sip, and said, "How did things go later? You didn't go to university and never come back, did you?"

Linlin's overall academic performance is also impressive, usually ranking in the top three of her grade. While she might not get into Tsinghua or Tsinghua University, she's definitely guaranteed a place in a top national university.

"Sigh... If only it were like this." The one who spoke was the aunt sitting on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), and her voice trembled as she said the last sentence.

Yu Dawei immediately sensed something was wrong and frowned slightly as he looked at Uncle Huang: "What's wrong? Is it also a household registration issue? No, your family is local."

Yu Dawei really didn't know what had happened. Three months before the college entrance examination, after he found out that he could not register, he was already disheartened. Then, he led the male classmates in a fierce fight, spent a few days in jail, and then went back to his hometown in a sorry state.

So he really didn't know about what happened to Linlin later.

“My Linlin, my Linlin… Waaah…” The aunt seemed to lose control of her emotions whenever she mentioned Linlin, turning her head away and covering her face as she wept bitterly.

"Oh, old woman, that's enough! Dawei finally made the trip, what are you doing!" Uncle Huang looked at his wife with some reproach, and before he could speak to Yu Dawei, he sighed heavily, "It's my fault, it's my fault..."

"Uncle, so what exactly happened? Tell me." Yu Dawei said helplessly. This couple still talked like before, only caring about their own emotions and not considering others at all.

While Yu Dawei was speaking, he kept his eyes on his own child. After the little one saw the stove, he couldn't help himself. He picked up the stove hook and skillfully scooped up the ash under the grate, then pressed the coal into the stove.

Uncle Huang initially wanted to stop the little one from fiddling with the stove, fearing he might get burned, but Yu Dawei persuaded him to stay.

After that, Uncle Huang sat back down on the stool and sadly spoke again: "Linlin had a boyfriend before the college entrance examination. His family even knew us; they were the ones who sold meat at the stall next door."

"Because our two families live close by, we often eat and drink together, and occasionally we'd joke about my daughter marrying his son in the future." Uncle Huang's expression changed several times as he said this, and finally he sighed, "Actually, it wasn't really joking. Back then, the Zhao family was incredibly rich."

(End of this chapter)