I'm back in 1990

Chapter 207: Three Trials

Because of all this commotion, the Yu family didn't eat lunch until 1 p.m.

Meanwhile, downstairs at the Huang family's house, Huang Xiaochuan was still being interrogated by three judges.

The main issue is Huang Xiaochuan's reckless spending. Huang Xiaochuan is suffering in silence, unable to express his grievances. He dares not tell his parents his true wealth, and as his assets grow larger and larger, he is even less able to speak out.

After hesitating for a long time, Huang Xiaochuan said to Lao Huang and Zeng Lijuan, "I understand what you're saying. Money shouldn't be spent recklessly, but it depends on the situation. For example, if my dad earns five thousand a year and he impulsively buys five hundred yuan worth of good wine, that's considered wasteful."

When Lao Huang heard Huang Xiaochuan use him as a metaphor and say that he was a spendthrift, his eyes widened immediately.

Huang Xiaochuan quickly reassured him, "I was just using an example, don't rush! Let me finish!"

Zeng Lijuan snorted coldly, "Let's hear what he has to say first, then we'll deal with him later."

Huang Xiaochuan was speechless! So you two were planning to get back at me?

Huang Xiaochuan coughed in annoyance and continued the previous topic.

"But if my dad can earn 50,000 yuan a year, then buying 500 yuan worth of wine is not wasteful, it's just daily living expenses."

"That's my situation right now. Shanghai is so big, and Yu Xiang and I live so far apart. I ride my bicycle back and forth every day. It's okay normally, but it's freezing cold in the middle of winter."

"So I bought a car. It's much more convenient. Besides, compared to the money I earn, a car is nothing."

After hearing this, Lao Huang and Zeng Lijuan were somewhat skeptical. They exchanged a glance, and Zeng Lijuan asked, "You're still speculating on stamps?"

Huang Xiaochuan quickly denied it: "No, no, there is a stock exchange in Shanghai! And I studied economics, so I know about this! So I used the money I made from speculating on stamps to buy some stocks, and before I knew it, I made some more money."

Zeng Lijuan asked in confusion, "How much is this?"

Even though the couple was mentally prepared, they almost fainted when Huang Xiaochuan said that number!

"Six million, I guess!" Actually, this was Huang Xiaochuan's attempt to understate the figure; the actual number was much higher. But he dared not say it was higher. You could tell by looking at Lao Huang and Zeng Lijuan; one was clutching his chest, and the other was panting heavily.

After the two calmed down, the first thing Zeng Lijuan thought of was to check if the doors and windows were closed tightly. She even opened the door and looked outside to see if anyone had been eavesdropping on her.

Huang Xiaochuan was both amused and exasperated by his elderly mother Zeng Lijuan's cautious behavior.

Zeng Lijuan lowered her voice and asked, "Are you telling the truth?"

Huang Xiaochuan raised one hand to assure him, "Really, what I'm saying is absolutely true."

To convince the two, Huang Xiaochuan produced the property ownership certificate for the old villa on Fuxing Road, along with photos of the villa's interior and exterior.

"This is a house I bought for you. It's on Fuxing Road in Shanghai. I've already arranged for people to renovate it and decorate it a bit. When you two retire, you can move to Shanghai to live. This is the retirement home I've prepared for you."

Old Huang and Zeng Lijuan were dumbfounded when they saw the property ownership certificate and photos!

What kind of son did I raise?

After they calmed down again, Huang Xiaochuan's next words stunned them once more.

"I also bought an old-style house for my grandmother. She can move in in the second half of this year. I plan to bring her to Shanghai to live out her retirement, since the medical conditions in Shanghai are better than in Suzhou."

Zeng Lijuan asked hesitantly, "How many houses have you bought?"

"Three old villas, one old apartment where Yu Xiang and I currently live, and two new-style lane villas. That's all for now. I didn't bring the property certificates with me, but I have photos, which I'll show you."

Old Huang was speechless. He was somewhat dazed. Was the person sitting in front of him his son? Where had that stubborn little brat gone? He had only been studying in Shanghai for a year and a half, right?

Is it really that easy to make money in Shanghai?

Old Huang frowned and thought for a long time, carefully considering everything. Suddenly, he realized something and asked Huang Xiaochuan, "You mean besides these houses, you have another six million?"

Huang Xiaochuan nodded: "Yes! That's how it is for now. My stocks might rise after the New Year, so it might not be six million then!"

Upon hearing Huang Xiaochuan's words, Zeng Lijuan's blood pressure spiked, her heart raced, and she felt breathless!

The family of three fell silent. The house was quiet, but the sound of water dripping into the basin was clearly audible, as the kitchen faucet wasn't turned off properly.

Old Huang kept looking at his son, and he doubted whether the person sitting in front of him was really his son.

As time went by, the couple gradually accepted the fact that the person sitting in front of them was indeed their biological son. However, the change was too drastic, making it difficult for them to adjust at first.

Just then, someone knocked on the door, startling Lao Huang and Zeng Lijuan, who were already on edge.

Old Huang got up, walked to the door, and asked in a low voice, "Who is it?"

Old Yu's voice came from outside the door: "It's me! Open the door!"

Upon hearing that it was Lao Yu, Lao Huang quickly opened the door. It wasn't just Lao Yu alone; he and his wife had come together, along with Yu Xiang.

As soon as Yu Xiang entered the room, she went straight to Huang Xiaochuan and asked, "Are you alright?"

Huang Xiaochuan laughed and said, "What could I possibly be doing at home? Have you eaten yet?"

"I just ate."

As soon as Zheng Aiying entered, she said, "Why haven't you three eaten yet? It's all cold. I'll go reheat it for you."

Zeng Lijuan slapped her forehead: "How could I be so forgetful? I even forgot about food while talking! Aiying, you sit down, I'll go heat it up!"

"I'll go instead. My husband has something to say to you." Hearing Zheng Aiying say this, Zeng Lijuan didn't go into the kitchen.

Old Huang greeted Old Yu, who had already sat down. Old Yu then handed Huang Xiaochuan the 80 Monkey print that he had confiscated from Yu Wei.

"Xiaochuan, keep this stamp."

Huang Xiaochuan didn't reach out to take it. He recognized it at a glance as the 80 Monkey stamp he had given to Yu Wei: "Uncle Yu, what are you doing? This stamp is a gift for Yu Wei."

Old Yu insisted on returning the stamps to Huang Xiaochuan: "These stamps are worth over 100,000 yuan! They're too valuable, we can't accept them! That kid Yu Wei is so ignorant! He doesn't know the value of things, he just casually accepted something so expensive."

Huang Xiaochuan quickly explained, "Uncle Yu, these stamps weren't worth this much when I gave them to Yu Wei. I just bought them for fun. They cost over three thousand yuan. I even told Yu Wei that I wouldn't give him any money when he got married. Consider these stamps as my advance gift. Don't worry about it. This is a matter between the two of us brothers."

At this moment, Lao Huang also spoke up for Huang Xiaochuan: "Lao Yu, you shouldn't get involved in the affairs of those two young brothers. Take them back to your Yu Wei later."

Old Yu still refused, and after making excuses for a long time, he finally gave up when he saw that Old Huang and his son were determined.

Old Yu asked again, "Xiao Chuan! The clothes you bought for me and your Aunt Zheng are too expensive! Each one costs two or three thousand! Since you're my future son-in-law, I'll accept this gift, but don't buy such expensive clothes again in the future."

Old Huang was unaware of this, because Huang Xiaochuan hadn't had time to give them the gifts yet; the family of three was busy with their joint trial.

When Huang Xiaochuan heard Lao Yu mention the clothes, he quickly took out the two down jackets he had bought for Lao Huang and his elderly mother Zeng Lijuan.

"Mom and Dad, this is a down jacket I asked someone to buy for you. It's really warm, so your hands and feet won't get cold on your way to and from get off work."

Old Huang pointed at the clothes and asked in surprise, "Two or three thousand for a piece of clothing? Is it made of gold?"

Huang Xiaochuan laughed and said, "It's a foreign brand. Labor costs are high abroad, plus there are exchange rate and tax issues. You don't need to worry about those. Just make sure you're warm. It's lined with goose down, which is not only light but also breathable. It's much better than your cotton-padded coat."

Zeng Lijuan could say nothing more to Huang Xiaochuan. She had to admit that her son was right. With a high income, things that seem expensive to ordinary people might be normal consumer goods in his eyes. This kid has six million now!

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