The attic has all the information about the past and present, and I became rich by becoming a trader

"What are you saying? You are my father. If I don't worry about you, who should I worry about?"

Song Youan curled her lips and sighed, "Dad, if you ask me, you gave me this house too readily."

Song Qi wanted to explain, but his daughter continued, "I know that the old lady has deeply hurt your heart and that you want to return the house to her, but I still feel unhappy."

This house was only worth hundreds of thousands when it was bought more than 20 years ago, but now the housing prices in Jinghai City have increased by more than dozens of times. Although the location and environment of this old and dilapidated house are not very good, it can definitely be sold for millions now.

That is what Yan Fei said, every inch of land in Jinghai City is worth a lot of money.

"If you want to end it quickly, then you have to give it quickly." Song Qi said, "Dad knows you've been thinking this for a long time. It's just that I've always had a problem with it. Today I finally understand. It's inevitable that this will happen sooner or later."

"Can you really break it off completely?" Song Youan asked.

She always thought that her father was a soft-hearted person. These people didn't even come to her mother's funeral, saying that it was unlucky for the family business. Her father could tolerate such things until today. She never understood it, so she is still uncertain now.

Song Qi paused, then whispered, "Dad knows you've blamed me before, but I don't know how to explain this. I'm hoping for the best, so I'm trying to understand them."

"But today, Dad is really tired and really can't understand."

He turned to look at his daughter and said calmly, "Is it normal for someone to come to our house when they're short of money? Your eldest uncle is the richest, and your second uncle isn't bad either. He has several houses at home. Why are they only targeting ours?"

He shook his head and chuckled softly, "They didn't even think about what I would do in the future. They even asked me to help with the mortgage loan from the bank. I won't go into debt for your uncle. If he wants the house, I'll give it to him."

Hearing his father say this, Song Youan felt a little relieved.

"Dad, I will let you live a good life." Song Youan looked at his father and said softly.

Song Qi smiled: "Dad knows that you are filial, and Dad's life is pretty good now."

As he spoke, he glanced towards the living room and asked, "What's going on with this kid? I haven't heard you mention him before."

"Friend, stop making random guesses." Song Youan said.

"Friend?" Song Qi smiled and nodded. "Okay, a friend of the opposite sex is fine too. He looks a bit fierce, but he seems to stand at attention. He was a soldier, right?"

"You have quite a sharp eye." Song Youan also laughed: "But don't worry, we are just friends."

"Dad, don't worry. You're just a graduate. But Dad also wants to make it clear that if you really fall in love, bring your child back to show him."

"Stop blaming me. Hurry and find someone yourself." Song Youan took the initiative and raised her hand. "I'm also saying I don't object to you finding love in your old age. Sunset romances are all the rage these days. Didn't Grandma Li upstairs find a partner last year?"

"Come on!" Song Qi glared at his daughter. "Your grandmother Li's husband just passed away from a cerebral hemorrhage last month."

"what?"

"Besides, your dad is only so old that he's already in a twilight romance. I'm only 42, how can I be considered coquettish even at an old age?"

"Yes, you're a golden bachelor, a diamond bachelor." Song Youan looked at his father with a smile: "But Dad, you know what, you're really handsome. The entertainment industry is popular with uncle culture now. Throw you in there and you'll instantly steal the show."

The laughter of the father and daughter coming from the kitchen stunned Yan Fei.

The house is gone, how can these two still laugh? As if what just happened is over.

But on second thought, Song Youan is so rich, she probably doesn't care about this old and shabby house.

After dinner, Yan Fei drove Song Youan home. The car drove out of the city and headed towards the remote western suburbs. He then understood why Song Youan wanted to take the exam to buy a car.

"Why do you live so far away?" Yan Fei asked.

Song Youan casually replied, "My aunt left it to me when she passed away," while checking the resumes of job seekers in her email on her phone.

The car slowly stopped in front of the villa. Song Youan sent the address of the staff dormitory to Yan Fei and asked him to pick her up at the villa on time at nine o'clock tomorrow morning.

Yan Fei nodded in agreement and stepped on the accelerator and drove away.

She stayed up until late at night to finish reading all the resumes, and selected those that she thought were good and sent them interview invitations.

The interview time is tomorrow afternoon at 2:00.

The venue was chosen directly in the cafe on the first floor of Lanting Club.

The next morning, she came to Huafei Industrial Park again, and a boy in a casual suit was already waiting downstairs.

"Brother!"

Seeing Fang Che, Song Youan waved at him from afar.

"Yuan!"

Approaching, Song Youan sized Fang Che up before asking, "Did you have liposuction? How did you lose so much weight?"

"Nonsense! Why can't I exercise to lose weight?" Fang Che said, "I'm getting married soon, and your sister-in-law thinks my shirt bulges out and looks ugly, so I tried for two months. How's it going? Are the results noticeable?"

"Okay, the power of love."

She then introduced Yan Fei and introduced him to each other before getting to the point: "Brother, don't always say that I don't contact you normally. When I have good news, you are the first person I think of."

Fang Che is a senior who graduated from the same university as her, but his major was different. Fang Che studied architectural design. After graduation, he and several classmates jointly opened a design company with a wide range of business scope.

Fang Che himself is a genius in interior design. Before he graduated, his design works were bought out by a five-star hotel abroad, and he earned his first pot of gold in life.

So when it came to the decoration design of his studio, the first person he thought of was Fang Che.

"When you first told me this, I thought you were kidding me. Youan, this Huafei Industrial Park is not cheap. Your annual rent alone must be at least one million, right?" Fang Che asked.

They had a good relationship when they were in school, and Fang Che knew Song Youan very well, including her family situation.

So she suddenly opened a studio. The only thing Fang Che could think of was that her aunt had left her extra funds for starting a business and the copyright fee paid to her by Fashion Revolving should be quite high.

"None of this matters. What matters is that you give me a discount!" Song Youan avoided the other party's question and spoke jokingly.

Her personality remained unchanged, and Fang Che laughed when he heard it: "How can I make more money from you? As long as you don't make me lose money to my partners and give me an explanation, I'll work for you for free."

"That won't work. You're a newcomer in this industry and you have to maintain your value. Working for nothing will only make you look less valuable."

As he was speaking, the elevator door opened.

There were four people standing outside the door. The man in the middle was stunned when he saw Song Youan. After two seconds, he blurted out in surprise: "Miss Song?"

Song Youan looked at Chen Fei and blinked, then smiled: "Mr. Chen, we meet again."