The attic connects the past and present; I became a tycoon and got rich overnight!

Chapter 2 The Chosen Reseller
213224.02 yuan.

Song Youan sat on the sofa in the living room, staring at her bank card balance on her phone screen for ten minutes!
Those two Da Zhao silver notes were indeed exchanged for Chinese currency through that inexplicably bound system and directly deposited into my bank card.

The pavilion leading to the Great Zhao;
A system that allows currency exchange;

Song Youan slowly raised her head, her smile even more uncontrollable than AK's. She was truly a chosen one!
The next second, she quickly placed an order online for the latest phone, the Banana 16 Pro Max 2TB!

17999 yuan, payment successful!

Yes, you can use it! This money is usable!
Song Youan looked at the payment success page and smiled with relief.

Just then, the phone in her hand suddenly rang, startling Song You'an so much that her hand trembled and she almost screamed.

Upon closer inspection, it was Dad!

He breathed a sigh of relief and swiped right to answer: "Dad."

"Yuan, how's the packing going? If it's not working, Dad can help you pack when he has time off the day after tomorrow."

"No need, this place is quite far from our home. Your old electric scooter ran out of power before we even left the city. I'll get you a new one later."

“Why buy a new car? My battery is just enough for my commute. Don’t be stingy with the money Dad gives you. You’ve just graduated and are starting to look for a job, so you should buy some decent clothes and shoes to give you confidence during interviews. Dad is calling to remind you that it’s Grandma’s birthday tonight. Your uncle has made a reservation at the Platinum Hotel, and Dad has ordered a birthday cake from the mall next to the hotel. Remember to pick it up when you get there.”

After listening, Song Youan sighed softly and asked helplessly, "Can't we not go?"

Every time she saw her uncles' family putting on airs, she felt like throwing up.

And those so-called grandparents were simply the most snobbish and sexist remnants of the Qing Dynasty she had ever met!

"Dad knows you don't like going to these kinds of occasions, but today is your grandma's 66th birthday. So please bear with it, we'll leave right after dinner, okay?"

Sensing the difficulty in her father's tone, she knew that although the two old men didn't like their granddaughter, if she really didn't go, her father would definitely be ridiculed.

"Okay, I got it. Send me the address. But Dad, I still want to make this clear: if they dare to talk nonsense again, I won't tolerate it."

"No, it's your grandma's birthday today, so we have to be mindful of the rules."

"Sense of propriety?" Song You'an sneered. "Those people still talk to you about sense of propriety?"

She's always been the one who knows her limits!

At 6:30 p.m., Song Youan went to the cake shop to pick up a birthday cake worth 800 yuan. Her father was always frugal, but today was a special day, so he was willing to order such an expensive cake.

She also picked out a gift for the old lady.

Song Youan entered the private room twenty minutes late. She deliberately arrived late, thinking that by the time she arrived, everyone would be there and all the dishes would be served, so she could sit down, eat in silence, and then leave.

And the situation was pretty much as she had expected.

Everyone took their seats, and she made her grand entrance as the last one to appear!

"Picking up the cake took a little longer, and my dad also asked me to buy a gift for my grandma. I spent a long time choosing one."

She exuded a calm and collected aura, seemingly immune to the displeased stares of most people present. As she spoke, she placed the cake on the table by the door of the private room, then walked straight to the empty seat next to her father and plopped down. She had experienced this kind of scene since childhood and was already quite adept at handling it.

"Heh..." A sneer rang out, and the second aunt, Guo Wanfang, was the first to attack: "The third son is the best. He only needs to buy a cake for Mom and Dad's birthdays every year."

Second Uncle Song Feng stood up, holding a bottle of Jinmanlou Special Edition wine: "Dad, Mom, this is wine that I went through a lot of trouble to get. It costs nearly five thousand yuan a bottle and is hard to find. I specially prepared it for Mom's sixtieth birthday!"

"Why did you have to spend so much money on a bottle of wine?" the old lady complained, but her face was beaming with joy.

Song Feng laughed and said, "Good food deserves good wine. My older brother told me that he booked a table here for 58,000 yuan for Mom's big birthday celebration this year. When I heard that, I knew it had to be Jinmanlou!"

At this moment, the eldest brother, Song Yan, also spoke up with a smile: "I also told the second brother that a bottle of wine costing a thousand or eight hundred yuan would be enough, but who knew he would go to such lengths again. But to be honest, this kind of wine is hard to come by. I can only drink it a few times a year."

“Brother, how can my two bottles of wine compare to your feast? You have sea cucumbers and abalone!” Song Feng chimed in.

The two sons vied to be filial, and the old lady smiled so broadly that her eyes disappeared. It was a beautiful scene of brotherly love and filial piety between mother and children.

Song Youan secretly rolled her eyes, glanced at her father who was awkwardly smiling, and then took out a box from her bag: "Grandma, my dad didn't have time at work today, so he asked me to buy you a gift."

"Oh, Zhou Fusheng, did the third son buy Mom a little gold bean?" Guo Wanfang raised her voice, full of sarcasm, when she saw the packaging bag.

Song Youan ignored her completely, and without getting up, she raised her hand and placed the gift on the lazy Susan in front of her, turning it to face the old lady.

The old lady gave a forced smile, picked up the gift, and opened it. She paused for a moment when she saw a large gold bracelet inside.

The others were also stunned when they saw the bracelet in the old woman's hand.

"Wow, this is huge! It must cost twenty or thirty thousand!"

Song Huanyu, the eldest grandson of the Song family, who was sitting next to the old lady, snatched the bracelet and bit into it: "Oh my, it's quite hard. Is it real?"

After saying that, he casually picked up a lighter from the table and, surprisingly, began alchemy in front of everyone.

Song You'an frowned slightly and said impatiently, "I always thought you were bad at studying because your cerebellum wasn't fully developed, but I never expected you to be such a complete idiot!"

"Song You'an, how dare you speak like that!" Song Huanyu glared at him and said sternly.

Song Youan sneered: "Speak human language to humans, and foul language to dogs!"

Everyone's expression darkened, except for Song Qi, who quietly called out to his daughter, "You'an..."

The old lady looked at her with displeasure: "He's your brother, how can you talk to your brother like that?"

A faint voice drifted out from the oppressive atmosphere: "No manners!"

It's my aunt, Liu Lijuan!
Song Youan's gaze shot over like a cold knife: "Good manners? It's true he's my brother, but my dad is his third uncle. He's holding the gold bracelet my dad gave to my grandma and asking if it's fake. Is that what you call good manners? Then your aunt must be really well-mannered!"

"You've gone too far!" The old man finally spoke up: "You're always so sharp-tongued, and you can't even get your elders to say anything to you. You've really gone too far today."

The Song family all know that Song Youan is quick-witted and never suffers a loss, but she has always been quite tactful in the past and would never say anything too hurtful to embarrass people. This is the first time she has gone so far as to say something like today.