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"Dad, Mom, you... come with me."

As if sleepwalking, Yang Hongwen and Chen Zhiyun subconsciously followed their son into his bedroom.

Yang Guangming pointed to under his bed: "The other nine boxes are in here. There's also a small box in the desk drawer."

Yang Hongwen took a deep breath, bent down, and with some effort dragged out several identical boxes from under the bed. There were nine in total, plus the one he had just pulled out, making ten boxes lined up on the bedroom floor.

Chen Zhiyun walked to the desk and, with slightly trembling hands, opened the drawer her son had pointed to. Inside was indeed a small square box wrapped in dark purple velvet, only the size of a palm, but it felt quite heavy.

She carried the box back to the living room, followed by Yang Hongwen and Yang Guangming. The family sat down again on the sofa, leaving the ten suitcases in the bedroom for the time being.

Under the watchful eyes of her husband and son, Chen Zhiyun gently opened the small velvet box.

The box was lined with black silk. Inside, there were a dozen perfectly cut gemstones that shimmered with a dreamlike brilliance.

At the top are two diamonds, one a deep, pure blue and the other a vibrant pink, which refract a mesmerizing fire even under the not-so-bright lights of the living room.

Below are several large rubies and sapphires, their colors saturated and pure, without any flaws. Each one resembles a solidified flame or a deep ocean.

Although Yang Hongwen and Chen Zhiyun had no professional knowledge of jewelry, they possessed basic aesthetic sense and common sense. The size, color, and clarity of these gemstones clearly indicated they were no ordinary objects; their value… was probably immeasurable, far exceeding that of one hundred kilograms of gold!
The combined visual and psychological shock left the well-informed professor couple speechless.

They glanced at the small box of dazzling, priceless jewels, then at the ten chests of gold symbolizing immense wealth in the direction of the bedroom, and finally, their gaze settled on their son's young face, which remained calm and even carried a hint of reassurance.

An absurd story paired with solid and shocking "evidence".

They couldn't help but not believe it.

At least, given the basic fact that "these things are real and were brought back by the son," any doubts about the story's authenticity seem pale and powerless.

"What else did your master say?" After a long while, Yang Hongwen finally found his voice and asked hoarsely.

Yang Guangming knew that his parents had accepted this "fact," or at least the core fact that "wealth exists."

He was certain in his heart and continued to refine the "script": "He said that these things were part of what he had accumulated in his early years, and they were nothing. He told me to use them as pocket money."

He said he would contact me again after he finished taking care of things. The allowance he gave me for now is a bit small, but there will be more later.

He also said... he would leave all his assets and savings to me. He said... he had no relatives, only me as his apprentice, and all his property would be left to me.”

Yang Hongwen and Chen Zhiyun were so shocked that they were numb.

One hundred kilograms of gold plus this box of jewelry, which is clearly of even greater value, is still just "pocket money"?
What terrifying figures must those "real assets and savings" be? Who exactly is this mysterious elderly man surnamed Yang? Is he a hidden super-rich man from overseas?

“He also said…” Yang Guangming looked at his parents, his tone sincere, “He likes peace and quiet, and will only contact me from now on. He doesn’t even want to see you. I will decide how to handle these valuables and where to use them. But he also reminded me that I am still young and lack social experience, so it would be best… best to discuss it with a trusted elder, like you.”

This statement not only gives parents a reason to intervene but also demonstrates trust and respect for them, making it easier for them to accept and participate in the subsequent plans.

Yang Hongwen and Chen Zhiyun looked at each other again, both seeing the complex emotions in each other's eyes: shock, disbelief, a sense of déjà vu, worry, and a hint of helplessness and...excitement after being suddenly struck by a huge amount of wealth.

“Guangming.” Chen Zhiyun grasped her son’s hand, her palm slightly cold. “This… this is all so sudden. Are you… are you sure that old man didn’t have any other motives? Where did these valuables come from…”

"Mom, I've thought about it carefully."

Yang Guangming grasped his mother's hand in return, his gaze frank, "My master is so old, what does he want from me?"

Although our family is well-off, it's nothing compared to what he left behind.

During the time we've known each other, he's never asked what my family does or how much money we have. He simply... enjoys chatting with me and teaching me things.

I think he was probably just getting old and feeling lonely, and he had no relatives. He met a younger person he clicked with and wanted to leave something to him, not wanting his life's savings to disappear silently or be taken by strangers.

If I had to give a reason, I think it would be that we clicked, and it was also my luck.

This explanation, from an emotional and logical standpoint, is barely plausible. It's not uncommon in literature for lonely, wealthy elderly people to seek spiritual sustenance and a legacy to pass on.

Yang Hongwen remained silent, his fingers unconsciously tapping the sofa armrest, a habit he had when deep in thought.

As a successful scholar and businessman, he quickly recovered from the initial shock and began to analyze the situation rationally.

First, the valuables are genuine and of enormous value; this is beyond doubt. This rules out the possibility that the son was scammed by a sophisticated fraud scheme.

Secondly, if this was a scheme targeting their family, what was the motive?
Although they had some savings, it was insignificant compared to the wealth before them.

The other party has offered such a huge "bait," so their intentions must be much greater. But what does their family possess that would make them so attractive? Political background? No. Exclusive technology? No.

The only thing that's somewhat special is his and his wife's connections and reputation in the education and arts circles, but that doesn't seem to justify using such an astronomical amount of wealth to build up their network.

So, the most likely remaining possibility is what the son said, which, though bizarre, might be the truth: a wealthy but lonely old man nearing the end of his life, and a chance encounter that felt like a gift.

Of course, we cannot completely rule out the possibility of other extremely rare conspiracies, but the probability is almost zero. Right now, the priority is to handle and make good use of this windfall.

“Guangming.” Yang Hongwen finally spoke, his voice regaining its usual composure, though slightly hoarse. “You did the right thing by informing us immediately. That… Mr. Yang is right, you are still young, and this fortune is too enormous to be handled with care.”

He glanced at his wife, Chen Zhiyun, who slowly nodded, her eyes gradually hardening. No matter what, they were parents, and they had to steer their son's course.

"What do you plan to do with all this gold and jewelry?" Yang Hongwen asked his son, wanting to know his thoughts.

Yang Guangming, prepared for the morning, said, “Dad, Mom, to me, these things are just ‘resources.’ They’re meaningless lying in the box. Master left them to me hoping I could use them to do something meaningful, or at least improve my life and make things better for myself and those who care about me.”

He paused, then looked at his father: "Dad, I know you've always been in business, and you have vision and ability. Our family's current conditions are certainly good, but compared to the real opportunities of this era, we're probably just getting started."

While I was in the park, I listened to my master talk about some overseas economic trends and investment philosophies.

I believe that China is currently experiencing a period of economic boom, with opportunities everywhere. With sufficient capital, and given your abilities and connections, Dad, you could certainly achieve much greater things.”

Yang Hongwen's heart stirred. His son's words had struck a chord with him.

His business had been thriving for years, but he was starting to sense a bottleneck. To take it to the next level, he definitely needed more capital and more precisely targeted projects. This windfall, if used wisely…

"You mean..." Yang Hongwen asked tentatively.

“What I mean is, these gold and jewels can serve as ‘seed capital.’” Yang Guangming’s eyes were clear and firm. “You, Dad, can manage them. Invest in areas you think are promising—real estate, technology, cultural industries, or any direction you feel has potential. I trust Dad’s judgment and abilities.”

"As for me," Yang Guangming smiled, "I'm still young and have to study. I'm only thinking about developing my own interests. In the future, whether I want to study acting or do something else, I can choose at my own pace."

With my father paving the way, creating more wealth and a better platform, I can focus on what I want to do without worrying about making a living. I also have more resources and confidence to pursue higher goals. Isn't that great?

These words not only expressed his absolute trust and support for his father, but also clearly depicted the life he wanted—a "second-generation rich kid" who could freely pursue personal value on the solid foundation created by his parents.

It's reasonable and appropriate for his sixteen-year-old age, and it also satisfies Yang Hongwen's ambition and sense of responsibility as a father and man.

Yang Hongwen looked at his son, his heart filled with emotion. His son had truly grown up, not only experiencing such extraordinary adventures but also displaying a wisdom and perspective beyond his years.

This trust is incredibly profound.

Chen Zhiyun understood her son's meaning. Although she didn't know much about business, she felt that her son trusted his father and that he was capable, so this arrangement seemed to be the safest. However, the amount of wealth was so large that it still made her feel somewhat uneasy.

“Guangming, so much money…investment is risky,” Chen Zhiyun reminded him.

"Mom, I know. But money left unused is just dead money. I trust Dad will be careful."

"Besides, didn't Master say this is just 'pocket money'? Even if... even if there is a real loss, our family's foundation is still intact, and I have a long road ahead of me," Yang Guangming comforted him.

He certainly knew that investing was risky, but he also knew the major trends for the next few decades. With him behind him, relying on his visionary foresight and the vast amount of "hard drive information" available, as long as his father didn't go to extremes, the general direction wouldn't be wrong, and it would be difficult not to make money.

Yang Hongwen pondered for a moment, then nodded heavily: "Alright! Since you trust your father so much, then I will plan this money carefully for you and for our family!"
However, we need to carefully consider the specifics of how to proceed. The liquidation of gold requires appropriate channels and must be done discreetly.

Handling jewelry is more complicated and may require contacting overseas jewelry companies, auction houses, or top collectors; it cannot be rushed.

Investment directions also require careful research.

His business acumen was already racing, considering all sorts of possibilities, and his eyes regained their sharp gleam.

"Dad, Mom, I'll leave these things to you to keep and handle. I wouldn't feel at ease leaving them with me," Yang Guangming said, completely handing over the "burden" to his parents.

Yang Hongwen and Chen Zhiyun exchanged glances again, and finally nodded slowly. Their son was still young, and it was indeed unsafe and inappropriate to keep so many valuables in his room.

"Tonight, let's put these things away properly."

Yang Hongwen regained his composure as the head of the family and began to make arrangements. "Mingming, can you help me move the boxes to the closet in our bedroom first? That closet is sturdy and has hidden compartments, so it won't be easily discovered. Put the jewelry box in there too."

This matter ends here. Until we have a foolproof plan, do not mention it to anyone! Not even relatives or friends—not a single word must be revealed!

His tone was extremely serious. He understood better than anyone that money could move people's hearts.

Yang Guangming naturally nodded in agreement.

Over the next few minutes, the family of three carefully moved the ten heavy suitcases and the jewelry box to a hidden cabinet embedded in the wall of the master bedroom. This cabinet was specially installed by Yang Hongwen during the renovation; it was quite large and just big enough to hold the suitcases.

By the time all this was done, it was nearly 10 p.m.

Before they went back to their rooms, Yang Hongwen patted his son on the shoulder, his eyes filled with complex emotions—gratification, shock, and a heavy sense of responsibility: "Mingming, get some rest. Don't think too much, Dad's here."

Chen Zhiyun hugged her son and whispered, "No matter what, you are still our son. The most important thing is for you to be safe and happy."

"Yes, I know. Dad, Mom, you should get some rest too," Yang Guangming replied calmly.

Back in her bedroom, she closed the door and let out a soft sigh of relief.

The first step was taken successfully. Although his parents were shocked, they accepted his story and took over the responsibility of managing the wealth and developing the business.

He walked to the window and looked out at the Kyoto night view. There were many more neon lights than a few years ago, outlining the city's silhouette. A warm summer breeze blew in through the gauze curtains.

In this life, the stage has already been set.

His father, Yang Hongwen, will become his best "agent" and "pioneer" in this era.

He will remain behind the scenes, providing crucial financial and informational support, enjoying a privileged, free, and potentially limitless childhood and youth, while quietly guiding the family's ship towards a broader ocean of wealth and influence.

A performing arts academy? The path to stardom? He'd never experienced these before, but he could experience them properly in this life.

In the master bedroom, Yang Hongwen and Chen Zhiyun sat side by side against the headboard, but neither of them felt sleepy.

The bedside lamp cast a soft glow. The hidden cabinet doors in the wall were tightly closed, but the contents inside seemed to weigh a ton on their hearts.

"Hongwen... what you clearly said, is it all true?" Chen Zhiyun couldn't help but ask in a low voice. Even though she had seen it with her own eyes, she still felt like she was dreaming.

Yang Hongwen remained silent for a long time before slowly saying, "The item is genuine. As for that old man... perhaps the world is so vast that there are truly extraordinary encounters and destinies that we cannot comprehend. Mingming, this child, has been intelligent and kind since childhood, with a unique temperament. Perhaps... he truly possesses some kind of blessing that we are unaware of."

He held his wife's hand: "It's not meaningful to delve into the truth or falsehood of every detail of the story now. What's important is that this wealth has truly come into our home and into the hands of Guangming."

As parents, what we need to do now is not to doubt, but to help our son protect and utilize this wealth, so that it truly becomes a boost to his bright future, rather than a source of disaster.

“Yes.” Chen Zhiyun leaned closer to her husband. “You’re right. I just… feel uneasy. So much money…”

"don’t worry."

Yang Hongwen's eyes gradually sharpened and became filled with fighting spirit. "Since you've entrusted this to us, it means you trust us. I will plan it well."

Converting gold into cash in China takes time and requires certain channels. Converting jewelry into cash would likely require a trip to Hong Kong.

As for future investment directions, I need to be extremely cautious. There are many opportunities in China right now—real estate, the stock market, and high-tech industries… I need to think about it carefully.”

He paused, his voice lowering: "This is our family's biggest secret. It must remain a secret. To the outside world, everything is as usual. Mingming's studies and life continue as normal. Our work and social life also continue as normal."

Chen Zhiyun nodded emphatically.

The couple discussed in hushed tones for a long time, about their initial plans, the details they needed to pay attention to, and their reconsideration of their son's future...

As night deepened, the city lights outside the window gradually thinned out.

This seemingly ordinary summer night was, for the Yang family, the beginning of a quiet turning point in their destiny.

The shock, opportunities, and responsibilities brought by immense wealth are only just beginning to permeate this family's life. (End of Chapter)