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Chapter 116 Why bother struggling? Just resell it for tens of millions.
The car hadn't been driving for long.

We stopped at an old house that stood out from the surrounding buildings.

Why is it said that they are out of place?

Because this is a typical traditional courtyard house.

The entire courtyard faces south, with houses on all four sides enclosing the courtyard in a square shape.

At first glance.

The house has white walls and black tiles, with upturned eaves that resemble a bird spreading its wings.

Upon closer inspection, the walls were patched up in various ways, like patches, and many tiles were missing from the eaves, making the area pitted and uneven, which was quite an eyesore.

Lin Nai's statement is...

When the old man was still alive, he didn't dare to hire anyone to repair the house, fearing that someone would target him.

Now we're not afraid of being targeted, but we don't have the means to fix it.

After all, to properly renovate an old house like this, you need to hire a professional construction team; otherwise, it's better not to repair it at all to avoid damaging it.

Mr. Lin had also consulted with professional construction teams, and they estimated that minor repairs would cost several hundred thousand yuan, while major repairs would cost over a million yuan.

Although their family is slightly better off, they really can't afford to spend hundreds of thousands or even millions just to renovate their old house.

Get out of the car.

When Grandma Lin saw Lin Qingsong open the trunk to get something out, she reached out to stop him, "Qingsong, you've been driving all day, you must be tired. Let me ask your dad to come out and get it."

"Grandma, it's okay, I can carry it." Lin Qingsong was both amused and exasperated, trying to stop his grandmother from ordering his father around.

Grandma Lin completely ignored him, turned her head and shouted loudly at the open courtyard gate, "Where is Hai'er? Come out quickly and help my grandson get his things!"

"Here he comes, here he comes!" After calling out twice, a bald man with a cigarette in his mouth walked out of the yard. Under his bronze skin, his muscles were very clearly defined.

He was wearing a faded black vest, revealing his two muscular arms.

Upon seeing Lin Qingsong, Lin Hanhai, with a cigarette between his fingers and a broad smile, extended his hand to Lin Qingsong and said, "Haha, son, did you miss your dad?"

Looking at Lin Hanhai, who was quite old but had muscles bigger than his own, Lin Qingsong smiled and flattered him, "Dad, why do I feel like your muscles have gotten even bigger?"

"Right!" Upon hearing this, Lin Hanhai didn't even bother to hug Lin Qingsong. He smoothly raised both hands to his shoulders while holding a cigarette in his mouth, and at the same time bent his arms to contract his biceps and the muscles on the wall, assuming an Olympia pose with his biceps extended forward. He said, "Your dad also feels that my muscles seem to have gotten quite a bit bigger recently."

"Bigger, bigger, bigger, bigger my foot!" Seeing Lin's father like this, Grandma Lin said speechlessly, "At your age, you still spend all day in the gym. What's the use of building up such big muscles? It doesn't look good at all!"

As she spoke, she turned her head and put on a satisfied smile, saying, "Even if you want to train, just train to be like a pine tree, not too big or too small, it looks just right."

“Mom is right!” At this moment, another middle-aged woman came out of the courtyard gate. Although there were some wrinkles on her beautiful face, it was not hard to tell that she must have been a great beauty when she was young. She also said, “You’re so old and you’re still spending every day at the gym. You don’t even have time to go shopping with me.”

Hearing his mother and wife chatting familiarly, Lin Hanhai stopped posing and touched his bald head speechlessly: "I was just doing it for business. I'm the gym's living advertisement!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Qingsong felt a sense of helplessness.

My dad is over fifty years old this year, but he works out like a young man. Ever since he took over the gym in the county ten years ago, he has been spending every day there exercising.

“You really are a living advertisement!” Lin’s mother rolled her eyes so hard they almost reached the sky. “You replace that life-size cardboard cutout outside our gym with a new one every year.”

"Now that my muscles have grown bigger, I'll have to make a new standee to let everyone know!"

“Big, big, big!” Lin’s mother poked Lin’s father’s muscle and said, “From the time I married you until now, I don’t think he’s gotten much bigger!”

"How is that possible!" Lin Hanhai bent his arm and pointed to his biceps, saying, "Yuehe, look at yourself, they're much bigger than before I married you!"

"Ha, what's so interesting about a lump of muscle!" Shen Yuehe, Lin's mother, didn't even look at him, and walked up to Lin Qingsong with a smile, taking his arm: "Our Qingsong is much more handsome."

"I'm not going to talk to you people who have no taste!" Lin Hanhai put down his arm and said to Lin Qingsong, "Qingsong, what did you buy? Dad will carry it for you!"

Lin Qingsong smiled and walked with his mother to the trunk, picking up one by one the many things Xiang Jia had prepared.

"These are snacks for Grandma: butterfly pastries from the International Hotel, pear syrup candy from the City God Temple, and green rice dumplings from Shen Dacheng. Since Grandma likes traditional crafts, I also found a Gu embroidery ornament."

Seeing these things, Grandma Lin said with a big smile, "Qingsong, why did you bring things for Grandma? But Grandma really likes these snacks, especially this butterfly pastry. It has to be from the International Hotel. The others just don't taste right."

Then, glancing at Lin Hanhai who was carrying these things, she said, "Hai'er, be careful, don't crush them!"

Lin Hanhai said confidently, "Mom, I'm not just for show. I can carry these things with ease!"

"Dad, why don't you take the things back first? I'll get the rest myself." Lin Qingsong glanced at Lin Hanhai, who was still waiting for him to hand over the things.

"You brat, you're copying your grandma and mom!" Lin Hanhai said confidently, putting all the things in one hand and holding a cigarette in the other, "Even if you double it, it's nothing to your dad."

"Alright." Lin Qingsong understood his father and knew that further persuasion would be useless, plus these things weren't heavy, so he continued to take things out: "Mom, this is a white magnolia silk scarf for you, and also a Lei Yunshang scented bead bracelet, which is all-natural herbal handmade, so you'll smell nice even without perfume, it's perfect for you!"

"Mom didn't spoil you for nothing!" Shen Yuehe looked at the two items with a happy expression, especially the silk scarf, which looked so beautiful.

"What about Qingsong's?" Lin Hanhai said, his eyes fixed on the last box in the trunk, and asked with a hint of curiosity, "What's that?"

“Dad, don’t you like drinking tea? I brought you a set of Jiujingxuan famille rose tea set!” Lin Qingsong said, taking out a teacup gift box from inside. “It was designed by a master from Jingdezhen.”

"Great, great!" Lin Hanhai accepted the gift box with a smile. "I'll use this set for tea tomorrow!"

"Be careful, don't break anything!" Seeing her son's clumsy behavior, Grandma Lin was furious. At her age, he wasn't as composed as her grandson.

"Don't worry, Mom!" Lin Hanhai said, carrying a large pile of things into the house.

Standing behind, Lin Qingsong watched his father's steady steps and said to his grandmother and mother, "Grandma, and Mom, don't always talk about Dad. He doesn't have many hobbies, he just likes to exercise. Isn't that much better than him liking to gamble?"

"I won't say anymore." Grandma Lin smiled and patted Lin Qingsong's hand. "Qingsong, let's go inside first."

As she spoke, she took his other arm and they walked into the courtyard together.

After putting everything away, Lin Hanhai, who was about to come out, saw Lin Qingsong being held on either side of his mother and wife. He said speechlessly, "Mom, Yuehe, why are you treating him like a prisoner? Qingsong can't run away."

"Hai'er, if you can't speak, you don't have to." Grandma Lin glanced at her son speechlessly.

What does it mean to detain a prisoner?

She now regrets sending Lin Hanhai to the gym to learn fitness in order to prevent her son from being bullied.

It seems like all you have in your head are muscles.

Lin Qingsong's gaze was fixed on the flower bed in the yard.

He remembered a piece of information he'd heard a while ago: his dad had found a Qing Dynasty silver ingot while cleaning, but because it had oxidized and turned black, he'd assumed it was a stone and tossed it into the flowerbed in the yard. Once he got the ingot back, he could ask his dad where he'd found it.

There might be even more silver ingots in that place.

Also, the roof beams can be checked.

What if it's some kind of precious wood? Why bother struggling at all? Just resell it for tens of millions and you're set for yourself.
wrong.

It seems I can't just lie down either.

A house in a decent location in Shanghai can cost tens of millions of yuan.

Just as Lin Qingsong was lost in thought, Shen Yuehe suddenly asked, "Qingsong, who prepared all these things?"

"Jia-jie prepared it." Lin Qingsong replied instantly after saying that casually.

Lin Nai, Shen Yuehe, and Lin Hanhai were all staring at him.

At the same time, Shen Yuehe asked with a big smile, "Qingsong, Sister Jia? Who is Sister Jia? Is she your girlfriend?"

good good!
Lin Qingsong knew that he would encounter this situation every time he returned home.

However, he remained calm and said very calmly:

"Mom, you don't know what's going on with your son. I need to focus on my career right now, I simply don't have time to date!"

"I don't have a girlfriend, but I'm good-looking, so I have a lot of female business partners!"

"Sister Jia is one of them!"

He wasn't lying; he did indeed have many female partners.

but.

The timing of the pauses and the understandings of these partners are different.

He spoke very honestly, but he didn't know how his family interpreted it.

"I see." Shen Yuehe said with a hint of concern, "Then you don't have any close business partners?"

"Yes, we're very close!" Lin Qingsong said, not wanting to dwell on the topic any longer. He sniffed the air and said, "Grandma, where's my food? I'm so hungry! Let's eat first!"

"Alright, alright, let's eat!" After saying that, Grandma Lin instructed her son, "Hai'er, go and get some rice for Qingsong!"

Then he said to Shen Yuehe, "Yuehe, you don't need to worry about Qingsong's love life. He's always been popular with women since he was a child. How could he be single!"

“…” Shen Yuehe sighed: “Mom, I’m not worried that Qingsong is too unpopular with women, I’m worried that he’s too popular with women, and that he’ll hold up other people’s daughters’ time.”

She looked at Grandma Lin speechlessly and said, "Mom, do you still remember my friend's daughter, Xiao Ju Zi? She was such a good girl. Ever since she was rejected by Qing Song, she doesn't like men anymore and only likes women."

"Ahem, Qingsong is back today, let's not talk about this." Grandma Lin knew her grandson had quite a few romantic entanglements, so she could only wave her hand speechlessly and say, "Let's eat first."

Lin Qingsong was also a little embarrassed at this moment, but that little orange really had nothing to do with him.

She was simply taken as a shield; she didn't like men to begin with!

However, he didn't say much, since he had indeed gotten a good deal and had promised to keep it a secret, so he could only pretend not to hear. "Mom, did you make braised pomfret? I can smell it from far away!"

"Isn't this your favorite thing? If I don't make it for you, who else can I make it for?" Shen Yuehe knew that her son's personality was hard to change, so she didn't bring it up again after saying that.

Step over the high threshold and enter the lobby.

Lin Qingsong glanced at the table laden with food but didn't sit down to eat.

Instead, he went to the next room and offered incense in front of the picture of his grandfather hanging on the wall.

The old man in the photo, Lin Mingyuan, is wearing a Zhongshan suit and has a kind smile on his face.

On the offering table below, there were his favorite osmanthus sugar and Longjing tea.

Actually, the person who loves him the most in the family isn't his grandmother or parents, but this kind-faced old man in front of him.

Unfortunately, when he was in junior high school, the old man, who was over eighty years old, fell into a deep sleep one night.

According to Grandma, the old man was always smiling.

Although he was somewhat unfilial.

But Lin Qingsong felt that this was fine too.

After all, the old man died without any pain, so it can be considered a happy death.

"Old man."

"Since I even have something as illogical as a system, maybe your death isn't really death, but just your soul transmigrating to a cultivation continent in another world to begin a new life journey."

As the smoke rose slowly from the incense burner and dissipated in front of the old man's black and white photo, Lin Qingsong silently offered a prayer in his heart.

When he returned and sat down at the eight-immortal table, the familiar aroma of the dishes whetted his appetite.

What was originally a bowl of rice, has now doubled, and I've eaten two big bowls!

"belch!"

After letting out a huge burp, Lin Qingsong said to his father, who was still about to give him more rice, "No, Dad, I'm full!"

"Qingsong, you still need to work on your appetite!" Lin Hanhai said with a smug look on his face. "When your dad was your age, he could eat three bowls of rice and a whole chicken in one meal!"

"Yes, yes, you can eat!" Grandma Lin was speechless, not knowing what was so great about it. Back then, in order to feed him, she and her husband had to tighten their belts to make ends meet.

She didn't want to talk about how, back then, the old man secretly sold countless ancestral heirlooms to ensure Lin Hanhai had enough to eat.

If you were to sell those things now, not only could you renovate the old house, but the whole family could move to Shanghai and live a very prosperous life.

It's fair to say that his son alone has eaten enough to buy several apartments in Shanghai or Beijing.

Of the three things to avoid, eating, drinking, gambling, and gambling, eating should be the top priority.

Back then, flour was incredibly expensive.

(End of this chapter)