Chapter 573: Good Son (Part II)

The "Yang Mansion" of the Chengxi New District is backed by the Botanical Garden, the only European-style manor building in Xinfeng, covering an area of nearly 100 acres, with a value of nearly 100 million yuan in this land alone, and the trees surrounding the manor are all precious tree species transplanted at the same latitude.

A private driveway extends from the manor to the main road, where several gardeners are trimming the bushes on both sides of the private driveway, and a guard box is set up at the entrance of the driveway, which is manned 24 hours a day.

The estate was completed at the end of last year.

When the construction started, Xinfeng people thought that the development of the villa area, and later learned that this was the Yang family's house, which immediately caused a sensation in Xinfeng, and there were different opinions.

Yang.

Ten years ago, the poor jingle sounded.

In the corners of the old city, a small restaurant was opened to make a living, and the two of them saw that everyone was inferior and couldn't afford to straighten their waists.

Regarding the unbearable past of the Yang family, it has been passed on by word of mouth, and almost all the people of Xinfeng have already known about it, and they have also heard that the Yang family suddenly soared because of a good son.

As for how good this good son is, no one can say clearly, the various versions circulating in the market are mostly from the old fog of the Yang family's relatives and friends, and then spread through hearsay, which is so absurd and bizarre that few people believe it.

But one thing is true.

Li Hanwei, who was promoted to mayor, visited the Yang family during the New Year's holidays.

Xinfeng, a prefecture-level city, a mayor and department-level cadre, visit the door during the New Year's holidays, which is a diligent pace for the families of senior cadres of the provincial party committee.

It is enough to show that the Yang family is extraordinary, but some people say that Zhou Zhengchuan, secretary of the Provincial Political and Legal Committee, is Yang Guodong's old comrade-in-arms, and Li Hanwei is Lao Zhou's protégé and often visits the Yang family, which is not surprising.

It is an indisputable fact that the local people who care about good things speculate that the Yang family has become the most unfathomable existence in Xinfeng.

People passing by the "Yang Mansion" can't help but look forward to the scenery in the manor, and sigh a few times in admiration, at this time, a few gardeners who prune the bushes feel how much it costs to transplant so many precious trees around the manor.

On the main road, five rider XVs roared by, leaving passers-by in infinite reverie, turning into the private driveway, and several old gardeners looked at the off-road vehicles they had never seen before, and lost their minds in surprise.

Yang Chen in the car looked at Xinfeng's home, and smiled with satisfaction, Xiao Ruoshui did it himself, impeccable, the team arrived at the gate of the manor, and the two wrought iron electric gates slowly opened.

The lawn, the lake, the fountain, the pool, and the main villa, which looks like the White House, are perfectly presented, and five cars are parked in front of the main entrance of the villa.

When Yang Chen pushed the door and got out of the car, more than a dozen people poured out of the villa.

"I haven't seen him for more than a year, Chenchen is handsome again" Yang Chen's second aunt's big voice covered everyone's voices, amusing Yang Chen, who had just gotten out of the car, every time the second aunt saw him, she always said that he became handsome, and if he kept being handsome, it would be okay.

Other relatives laughed in agreement.

A family of three who were almost ignored by their relatives now enjoy the scrambling of relatives from all walks of life, Yang Chen had mixed feelings and walked in front of his parents, "Parents, I'm back, for more than a year, you must be worried about me every day, I'm not a good son." ”

"Chenchen, how are you, your mother and I still have so many people, in my eyes, because of you, our family can live decently, and you are our pride." Yang Guodong stared at his son, extremely pleased, he didn't do anything in his life, he had to get by, it didn't matter, it was enough to have such a good son!

"You're not good, whose son is good?" Liu Hua is straightforward and fast-talking.

Yang Chen's heart is warm, even if he achieves nothing, in the eyes of his parents, he is still a good son.

"Enter the house and say" Yang Guodong spoke, everyone returned to the villa one after another, gossiping and asking Yang Chen what he has been busy with this year, Yang Chen avoided the important and told it briefly, and learned through chat that the relatives gathered at home to discuss how to celebrate his mother's fiftieth birthday.

Yang Chen did not speculate on the kindness of his relatives, the success of a person or the rise of a family, it is inevitable to flatter with a purpose, and it is enough to accept it calmly.

"My mother's birthday, I've already arranged everything, you elders don't have to worry about it." Yang Chen smiled and told the relatives present that they had made a series of preparations before coming back.

The relatives were so happy that they didn't have to bother about it, and pretended to complain about Yang Chen for a few words.

"Chenchen, that pretty Mr. Xiao, you know each other very well?" Liu Hua asked coldly, and Yang Chen, who asked, was stunned for a moment, nodded weakly, and waited for the following.

"You have to thank people, when building this house, Mr. Xiao personally ran several times, and also bought me and your father a lot of gifts, all of which are quite valuable." Liu Hua told his son, and then praised Xiao Ruoshui, and said that which man marries Mr. Xiao is a blessing for a lifetime.

Yang Chen, who knew that if he said too much, he would lose it, pretending to be calm and silent, wondering what would happen if his mother knew that Xiao Ruoshui was the daughter-in-law of the Yang family who was not named.

That night, the highly-paid cook cooked a large table of dishes, and in the palatial restaurant, the relatives of the Yang family talked about the wine and talked about it.

Yang Chen's bright rise like a comet made people who were related to the Yang family full of confidence in the future, Yang Chen's uncle Yang Guoliang was full of red face, raised his glass, and said to Yang Chen with a smile: "Uncle must toast you today, you must know the reason for the toast, a few years ago, Uncle couldn't stand you, your parents." ”

Yang Guoliang raised his head and drank it all.

Yang Chen hurriedly left his seat, stood up and drank a drink, after all, he was an elder and couldn't be lazy.

Yang Guodong and Liu Hua smiled but did not speak.

Yang Guoliang looked at his younger brother and sister-in-law, and smiled ashamedly, his son Yang Hao quickly made a fortune, bought a duplex house and shop in the provincial capital, and replaced the old Buick Kaiyue with a Mercedes-Benz E300, all relying on Yang Chen's care, and back then, he almost forced his younger brother's family of three into a desperate situation.

This contrast is so stark that Yang Guoliang has no place to embarrass himself, and takes this opportunity to express his inner guilt.

This dinner was eaten until ten o'clock, and the drunk Yang Guoliang was in tears, and he had to kneel down for his younger brother Yang Guodong, but fortunately Yang Chen stopped him in time and persuaded him to go back to the bedroom to rest.

The night passed quietly.

Yang Chen waited for his mother's fiftieth birthday.

Xinfeng International Hotel hung up a huge banner that attracted attention: I wish Ms. Liu Hua a happy birthday.

At the exit of the expressway, the luxury cars from the direction of Xijing, the provincial capital, are in an endless stream, gathering to the "Yang Mansion", the staff of the high-speed toll station are extremely puzzled, and they also notice that so many luxury cars come to Xinfeng is not an unexpected occasional situation.

Something big is happening in Xinfeng!

On the second floor of the villa, in the large cloakroom connected to the master bedroom, Liu Hua put on a luxurious long dress cut by the Italian design master, looked awkwardly in the mirror, and muttered: "Chenchen, this kid, why is it so big, why don't you just have a birthday, the family gathers simply, and it saves more trouble." ”

"It's okay, I have a son with you." Yang Guodong stared at his wife with a smile, knowing that his wife was not complaining, but was too nervous.