I couldn't take it anymore; when I went home for Chinese New Year, the family genealogy book ha

"Let me see! Let me see!"

Wang Xiuying eagerly leaned her head closer.

Jiang Jianjun quickly took off his reading glasses, wiped them vigorously with the corner of his clothes, and then carefully put them back on, craning his neck to look at the small mobile phone screen together.

Under the dim light, the elderly couple squinted, looking like two ancient people experiencing modern technology for the first time.

Wang Xiuying extended a finger that trembled slightly with nervousness, tapped it on the screen, and began to count the zeros after the number one by one while muttering to herself.

"one...ten...hundred...thousand...ten thousand...hundred thousand..."

By this point, Wang Xiuying's heart was pounding like a drum.

She took a deep breath and continued moving her finger to the left.

"Hundreds...millions..."

When she reached the seventh digit, Wang Xiuying's voice abruptly stopped.

Her fingers froze on the screen, as if she had been frozen in place.

Those already large eyes suddenly widened to their very core!

"Six...six..."

"Six million...seven...seven hundred and forty thousand?!"

The last few words were almost squeezed out of Wang Xiuying's throat with all her might!

"Clang!"

Jiang Jianjun, standing next to him, was trembling.

Six million seven hundred and forty thousand?!

The most money he had ever seen in his life was the tens of thousands of yuan he scraped together and borrowed more than ten years ago when he built this house.

At that time, he felt like he was carrying an enormous burden.

But now, this number on my son's phone...

More than six million?!

For them, this is no longer about money!

This is a concept, a symbol, an astronomical number that they wouldn't even dare to dream of!

"Son...son!"

Jiang Jianjun's lips were deathly pale. He trembled as he reached out and pointed at the phone on the table, his voice shaking uncontrollably.

"Is...is this phone broken?"

"Is this app... fake? They say on TV there are so many scam apps these days!"

"How...how can there be so much money?!"

"You...you're not lying to us, are you?"

Faced with his parents' earth-shattering reaction, Jiang Chen simply nodded calmly.

That composure stood in stark contrast to the parents' loss of composure.

"I'm not lying to you, Dad."

He picked up his phone, exited the app in front of them, and logged in again.

That terrifying number still stubbornly remained displayed on the screen.

Account Balance: RMB 6,744,130.80

"It's all in this card. I can go to the bank to withdraw it tomorrow."

Jiang Chen spoke calmly, as if he were asking what he had for dinner that night.

"That's why I dared to buy a car, spend over 100,000 yuan on renovations, and buy a whole pig and a truckload of fish to share."

Looking at his parents, who were completely frozen in shock, he uttered the words that would give them the greatest sense of security and the most impactful message.

"Because this amount of money is really... not a burden for me."

The room fell silent.

Even the cheerful "GG" sound from the TV on the wall seemed to have disappeared.

All that could be heard was the heavy breathing of the elderly couple.

The impact was tremendous!

It was so big that it completely blanked their minds, making it impossible for them to think.

The fear I had felt earlier because of my son's extravagant spending has completely subsided.

Instead, there is a dizziness called "ecstasy" mixed with a strong sense of unreality!

"My goodness..."

It took Wang Xiuying a full minute to catch her breath.

She slumped into the chair, feeling as if all her strength had been drained away.

She slapped her chest hard, panting heavily.

"My heart... it can't take it! Quick! Old man, get me a glass of water..."

Jiang Chen quickly got up and poured his mother a glass of warm water.

Wang Xiuying took the water glass and gulped down several mouthfuls before her heart, which was about to leap out of her chest, calmed down a little.

She stared at the phone on the table as if it were a divine object.

She murmured to herself, as if asking herself, or perhaps asking the whole world.

"Our family...our family...is now millionaires?"

"Not quite," Jiang Chen walked behind his mother, gently patted her back, and said with a smile, "After the New Year, I'll work harder and try to make you two millionaires."

"So Mom, from now on when you go to the market, buy whatever meat you want, and eat whatever seafood you want. Don't haggle with the vendors for ages over two or three cents anymore."

He leaned down and whispered in his mother's ear.

"Your son is making money much faster than you are saving money."

Wang Xiuying and Jiang Jianjun sat there blankly, looking at their son who was both familiar and unfamiliar, their minds still a complete mess.