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

Chapter 68 Kicked out

“Aunt, the money my aunt left me is a fixed-term trust, and it only deposits 10,000 yuan into my account every month.” Song Youan said, then stuffed the bank card back into Liu Xiujuan’s hands: “I’m spending my own money, money I earned myself.”

"Huh?" Liu Xiujuan was taken aback: "You found a job?"

"That's not right. Even if you find a job, you can't possibly earn this much all at once."

As Liu Xiujuan spoke, she became scared. She glanced instinctively at the kitchen door before lowering her voice and saying, "You'an, what are you doing? Don't scare your aunt."

Song Youan couldn't help but laugh when she saw Liu Xiujuan's expression: "Auntie, don't make wild guesses. I make clean money from legitimate business. I even went to the factory in town today to discuss a deal, the Beiwang Multifunctional Production Plant."

“Zhang Beiwang?” Liu Xiujuan blurted out.

Song Youan nodded, her eyes brightening: "Yes, does your aunt know her?"

“Everyone in town knows this person, your uncle knows him.” Liu Xiujuan nodded slightly as she spoke: “So, are you doing business now?”

"Yes, I want to do some export business. It's hard to find a job after graduation these days, and I'm also planning to set up a studio."

"Tsk, then we'll need even more money?" Liu Xiujuan seemed to be single-minded. She stuffed the bank card back into Song Youan's hands and then took out her own phone: "Auntie has some spare money here, I'll transfer it to you first."

Before I could finish speaking, a notification arrived that 80,000 yuan had been transferred.

Song Youan suddenly felt powerless; she felt she couldn't explain herself clearly.

"Auntie, I don't lack money. If I lacked money, would I have bought you such expensive gifts?" Song Youan was both amused and exasperated. She returned the WeChat transfer and stuffed the bank card back into Liu Xiujuan's hand.

The bank card was like a dish, being stir-fried back and forth between the two of them.

"I made money in business, really."

Her expression was serious and left no room for argument.

Liu Xiujuan stared at her for a long time before finally nodding: "Alright, then remember to tell your family if you need money."

"Okay, okay." Song Youan felt both helpless and amused.

But most of all, I was moved.

No matter when, there are always people who care about her and think about her.

Just then, the phone rang.

When Song Youan saw that it was her father calling, she swiped right to answer.

"Hey Dad, what's wrong?"

"Yuan, come pick me up quickly, I... I've moved out."

"What!" Song Youan exclaimed in surprise, and hurriedly asked, "Why so suddenly? You didn't even tell me beforehand."

“They didn’t even tell me. The new owner came to my door today and said that the handover procedures have been completed and the house already belongs to someone else. I have to move out immediately.”

Song Qi's tone was somewhat helpless, but Song You'an only felt heartache upon hearing it.

What kind of thing did my second uncle do? He readily handed over the house to him so he could sell it, but he didn't even tell my father in advance that a buyer had made a purchase, and then sent someone to kick my father out of the house.
"Dad, I'm a bit far from you right now. Wait for me at Aunt Liu's shop near the entrance of the community. I'll be there in about two hours."

"Are you busy?" Song Qi asked. "It's okay if it's later, Dad can wait for you."

"You want me to stand outside and wait in this sweltering heat?" Song You'an was both anxious and angry: "Go wait for me in Aunt Liu's shop, you hear me? Don't stand outside, you'll get heatstroke."

After hanging up the phone, Liu Xiujuan immediately asked, "What's wrong, You'an? What happened to your dad?"

Song Youan shook her head: "It's okay, Aunt, but I have to go back now. I'll come back to stay later." At this time, her grandparents were taking a nap, so Song Youan didn't wake them up. After telling her aunt, she immediately asked Yan Fei to drive back to Jinghai.

It was clear that Song Youan was somewhat anxious, and Yan Fei drove the car as fast as possible while ensuring safety.

We arrived at the residential area in just over an hour.

Downstairs in the apartment building, Song Qi stood in the shade. A pile of things, all belongings from their home, were stacked on an empty parking space next to him.

"dad!"

Song You'an strode forward. Song Qi, who was in a daze, snapped out of his reverie upon hearing her voice: "You'an, you're here."

"Didn't I tell you to wait at Aunt Liu's house? Why didn't you listen?" Song Youan was a little angry.

Song Qi's face was flushed, clearly he was quite hot.

He pointed to the pile of things: "I have to keep an eye on these things, what if they get lost?"

Song You'an took a closer look and saw that the two large suitcases were packed full, as well as pots and pans stored in plastic boxes, and paintings and vases in the living room—in short, all of their belongings.

"You did all of this down by yourself?" Song Youan asked, frowning.

Song Qi nodded slightly: "As for the furniture and such, I've already arranged with them to have a car come and pick it up tomorrow."

"Then...then why don't we move together tomorrow? This will only make things more complicated for you." Song You'an was speechless.

Song Qi was stunned upon hearing this, then slapped his forehead: "That's right, look at my brain, when they suddenly came to chase people away, I panicked and didn't react in time."

Song Youan put her hands on her hips and looked at the pile of things, then sighed slightly. Right now, she couldn't bear to complain about her father any longer; the most important thing was to get him to the new home as soon as possible.

She had originally planned to take some time to furnish her new home before moving in, but she was forced into it today.

"It's okay, Dad, it's a small problem." Song You'an reassured Song Qi and took out her phone: "I'll just call Lalamove, all your stuff can fit in a minivan."

The new house is already furnished, so these are the only things you can actually bring. The furniture is unnecessary.

After calling a mini Lalamove on their phones and giving the driver the address, Song Youan and Song Qi got into the Mercedes.

As soon as she got in the car, Song Youan said, "Dad, this car also belongs to my friend. I've been using it since she went abroad. You can drive it starting tomorrow."

"Huh?" Song Qi was startled and subconsciously looked at Yan Fei: "Xiao Yan, isn't this car yours?"

Yan Fei smiled wryly: "Uncle, do I look like someone who can afford a Mercedes?"

Upon hearing this, Song Qi repeatedly refused: "No, no, no, Dad won't drive. It's not appropriate for Dad to drive a Mercedes to work. Riding an electric bike is much more convenient."

"This car model is very fuel-inefficient and requires high-quality fuel, which is very expensive."

Yan Fei then said, "Uncle, this is Mercedes' new model this year. It uses the latest top-of-the-line engine and processor. With such top-of-the-line configurations, the car needs to be warmed up from time to time. It can't be left parked all the time, otherwise the car will be ruined."

"Warming up" means running the car around occasionally. This method is often used in sports cars, and its main purpose is to stimulate the performance of the engine and processor, keeping them in a familiar operating environment.

Song Qi was in charge of this, so naturally he understood.

But he still shook his head: "I won't drive, you guys drive."

“She has other cars, they’re all left in Jinghai, how am I supposed to drive them all?” Song You’an turned to look at her father and said, “Dad, they’ve already rented our house to us cheaply, we can’t just not help them warm up their cars, can we? It’s not like we’re losing anything.”

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