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Summer vacation is halfway over.

Zhang Yifan and Shen Zhiyi agreed to Tsinghua University's conditions together, leaving Peking University with no choice but to withdraw. Before they gave up, Zhang Yifan urged the two of them to definitely apply to Peking University for their postgraduate studies!

After filling out her college application, Shen Zhiyi went with her mother to visit her maternal grandmother in another province.

Before leaving, I sent him a WeChat message, saying that I would bring him salted duck eggs that my grandma had pickled when I returned.

She boasted that she had loved her grandmother's salted duck eggs since she was a child. They were all plump with oily yolks and a sandy texture. They were not greasy at all when eaten with a steamed bun.

Zhang Yifan replied with a drooling kitten emoji, which he had stolen from Shen Zhiyi.

Tell Shen Zhiyi to be careful on the road, and that you'll give her a surprise when she gets back.

This simple sentence made Shen Zhiyi think for a long time.

A surprise? What kind of surprise?

I really want to know beforehand!

What should I do if I don't want to go to my maternal grandma's house anymore?

But she's already on the high-speed train, so she can only wait until she gets back to see what surprise that idiot has prepared for her.

This was during the period when Zhang Yifan was waiting for his admission notice.

The cash reward from Tsinghua University arrived first, and Zhang Yifan handed it over to Liu Guilan along with the two million yuan previously awarded by the city and the school.

When Liu Guilan took the bank card, her fingers were trembling slightly.

She had never seen so much money in her life.

Zhang Yifan told her to take it and spend it, to buy clothes, bags, or anything else she wanted.

Liu Guilan said, "Why spend it? We need to save this money to buy a house for our son later. Houses in Beijing aren't cheap."

Zhang Yifan opened his mouth, wanting to say, "Mom, I can easily buy an apartment in Beijing."

But thinking about how his mother might have a heart attack if he said that, I decided to let her keep it for now. Anyway, she'll feel more at ease keeping it.

Early that morning, Zhang Rongshan received a call from the street office informing him that the demolition notice had been officially posted and the signing date for the agreement was set for a week later.

He hung up the phone and stood in the living room, looking at the old house he had lived in for more than ten years.

A shoe cabinet with peeling paint, old newspapers piled on the balcony, and a clivia plant next to the TV that has never bloomed in years.

Everything seems to have grown into this house; you can't pull it out.

He told Liu Guilan, "I thought moving would be a happy occasion, but now that the day has come, I feel empty inside."

Liu Guilan sighed: "Out with the old, in with the new. Although this house is dilapidated, Yifan grew up in this house since he was a child. I recognize every single warped floorboard."

This piece was knocked off when Yifan was learning to walk; that piece was from when Yifan bumped into it while pushing a toy car when he was little; and the crack in the corner was caused by the freezing weather that winter.

After a moment of silence, Zhang Rongshan said, "I need to talk to our son about this."

After Zhang Yifan got up, the family of three sat in the living room.

Zhang Rongshan mentioned the upcoming demolition and relocation, and then said:

"The most urgent thing now is to find a suitable house to rent. The resettlement housing allocated for the demolition will take several years, but the demolition compensation will arrive soon."

From what I've heard, the demolition of this area will bring in a considerable sum, enough for our family to move towards a comfortable life.

Zhang Yifan hesitated for a moment, thinking to himself that he would have to reveal his current net worth sooner or later, so why not take this opportunity to toughen up his parents' mindset!

He then cautiously said, "Dad, our family is now more than just well-off; your son can even help you move up a social class."

Zhang Rongshan waved his hand: "Don't get cocky just because you got the top score in the province. You have a long road ahead of you."

"It has nothing to do with being the top scorer in the province; it's just that I'm really rich now."

Zhang Yifan told his parents that he had sold all the Bitcoin he had saved up over the years and made a fortune, and that he had achieved financial freedom.

Zhang Rongshan smiled and shook his head, saying, "What kind of dream did you have last night?"

It wasn't until Zhang Yifan opened his mobile banking app and showed the two of them his balance that the two realized what was happening.

Now that he has completed all the system's tasks, his balance has reached over 200 million.

Zhang Yifan now deeply understands what Jack Ma once said: money is just a string of numbers to him...

The living room was silent for a full ten seconds.

Zhang Rongshan stared at the string of numbers on the screen: ones, tens, hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, millions, hundreds of thousands, billions...

Wow, so many zeros! This is more than Chengdu has in terms of zeros!

He counted it once, then counted it again, and then raised his hand and slapped himself.

"Ouch...that really hurts, it's not a dream." He turned to look at Liu Guilan, "This kind of wish-fulfillment plot from a Tomato novel is happening to me?"

Liu Guilan snatched the phone and looked at it again, her voice trembling slightly: "Son, where did this money come from? Tell your mother the truth."

Zhang Yifan used the same excuse again: anyway, the money the system gave him came from a legal source, and no one could find fault with it.

After hearing this, Liu Guilan leaned back on the sofa, and after a long while, she managed to stammer out, "He became a millionaire in middle age thanks to his son?"

Seeing that his parents were shocked by the money, Zhang Yifan sighed inwardly that his worries were justified; his parents' mindset was still not good enough!

For severe cases, we still need to use strong medicine!

Zhang Yifan added, "Actually, I also have a villa outside. Our family doesn't need to rent a house at all; we can move in directly."

Liu Guilan exclaimed in surprise, "What? You bought a villa? Son, how many things have you been hiding from us?"

Zhang Yifan felt a little guilty and said, "Not much, just a tiny bit."

Zhang Rongshan pressed further, "Where is this villa?"

"You'll see when I take you there."

Zhang Rongshan had never lived in a villa in his life, nor had Liu Guilan. The elderly couple were immediately overjoyed and changed into their most presentable clothes to prepare to go out.

Zhang Rongshan went to rummage through the shoe cabinet to find the pair of the shiniest leather shoes, while Liu Guilan changed several silk scarves in front of the mirror before finally choosing one. Both of them looked like they were going to attend some important ceremony.

Just before leaving, Zhang Rongshan habitually picked up the keys to his old Jetta from the shoe cabinet.

Zhang Yifan had already taken out the Land Rover keys and handed them to him.

Zhang Rongshan stared at the meteorite-black car key, opened his mouth, and mechanically asked, "Is that Defender that's always parked outside our neighborhood yours?"

Zhang Yifan chuckled and shoved the key into his hand: "It's yours now."

With tears in his eyes, Zhang Rongshan said, "I was wondering who would leave such an expensive car parked on the side of the road all day without driving it. Turns out it was you who secretly bought it!"

Zhang Rongshan's hands were trembling when he took the keys. After getting into the driver's seat, he rested his hands on the steering wheel for a while, muttering, "One day, I, Old Zhang, will be able to drive a Land Rover."

He took a deep breath, turned to Zhang Yifan, and asked, "Where's the villa? Just tell me, Dad can handle it!"

Zhang Yifan said, "Yujing Garden."

Zhang Rongshan's hand, which was about to shift gears, froze in mid-air. He turned to look at Zhang Yifan in the back seat, his face full of question marks: "??? Where did you say?"