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

The image of Xu Ziyang gritting his teeth and looking gloomy at the screen appeared in Song Youan's mind, and the smile on his face became even wider.

Ignoring Xu Ziyang's outburst in the class group, he turned around and sent a message to his father, telling him that he would be back home for dinner in the evening.

After smoking a cigarette, Yan Fei went to the VIP room outside and discovered that Song Youan had already started the procedures for buying a house.

He couldn't help but be surprised: "Are you going to buy it now? Don't you want to go to the community to take a look?"

"I definitely researched this property before choosing it." Song Youan smiled. "I've already seen the video of the floor plans on site. There's no need to go through the trouble again."

Video tours? Is that even possible?

Yan Fei had never bought a house, let alone such a high-end property. He just felt that the money was spent too easily.

Once the QR code is lit and scanned, nearly 30 million yuan becomes real estate in one second.

When the sales lady handed the purchase contract to Song Youan, her expression was obviously much more sincere. "Please keep it, Miss Song. The real estate certificate will be processed for you in about three months. When the time comes, our company will send someone to deliver it to your home."

She seemed to realize belatedly that the Miss Song in front of her was not asking the man next to her to buy a house for her. The person with real power was Miss Song herself.

After leaving the sales office, she went to the driving school to practice driving for two hours, and then returned to the community in the evening.

The Mercedes-Benz slowly stopped at the gate of the residential complex. After getting out, Song Youan couldn't help but ask Yan Fei, "Are you really not going upstairs to eat?"

Yan Fei rolled down the car window and shook his head with a smile: "I can't always trouble uncle, I'll just go back and take care of it."

Although Song Youan treated him very well, Yan Fei always knew his position. He was just a driver and drove for Song Youan.

So apart from driving, he always has a clear sense of boundaries in other matters.

Song Youan nodded slightly. She had more or less understood Yan Fei's character during this period of contact, so she didn't stay long. She told him to go back and drive slowly before entering the community.

Yan Fei turned around and left. Li Mao slowly poked his head out from behind a big tree outside the community. He looked gloomy and decadent, and the heavy dark circles under his eyes indicated that he was in a bad mental state recently.

He came to the community to wait for Cheng Muzi, but unexpectedly he waited for Song Youan instead.

Still with the man driving the Mercedes, he opened the album and looked through the photos he had just taken, with a dark look in his eyes.

Song Youan went straight into the apartment building. When he climbed to the fifth floor, he found that the door of his house was open and he could vaguely hear someone talking inside.

She was a little surprised. After entering the house, she found that there was a couple standing in the living room, and a man in a suit was introducing the layout of the house to them.

At just one glance, Song Youan could tell that it was the agent bringing people to look at houses.

"Wow--"

There was a sound of food being put into the pot in the kitchen. Song Youan ignored the people who were looking at the house and went straight to the kitchen.

"Dad, someone is coming to see the house so soon?"

Seeing his daughter return, Song Qi turned around and smiled at her before saying, "The house was listed online on the day the transfer took place. It's been going back and forth more than a dozen times in the past few days. I'm used to it."

"Are you in such a hurry?" Song Youan said angrily, "We haven't moved out yet. It's so inconvenient to have people come to see the house all day long."

Song Qi said indifferently: "It doesn't matter, I'm used to it."

As he spoke, a plate of spicy and sour potato shreds with good color, aroma and taste was already cooked.

"Dad, I've found a house for you. Let's move in a few days." Song Youan said, holding his father's arm.

His father had been repairing cars for many years, and his arm muscles were strong and powerful. When Song Youan was a child, he liked to pinch them and play with them because they felt hard and gave him a sense of security.

"Have you found it?"

Song Qi looked surprised, as if he didn't expect his daughter to move so quickly.

Song Youan nodded. "Yes, since you don't want to move to the villa with me, then I must help you find a house in the city. Now that this place has been transferred to them, won't we have to move sooner or later? We can't just sleep on the street, right?"

"You kid, you didn't even tell me. I was planning to move to the staff dormitory of the auto repair shop to deal with it."

When Song Youan heard this, she objected sternly: "Stop it, what if you move to the staff dormitory? What if I want to be with you? Going to the staff dormitory to find you? That's too inconvenient."

Youzi is the Schnauzer that Song Youan gave to her father, and her father named it Youzi.

When Song Qi heard his daughter's words, he thought it made sense. However, renting a house in Jinghai was too expensive. A decent house started at 5,000 yuan a month, and even if you shared the house, it would cost 2,000 to 3,000 yuan.

Or it's a dark and damp semi-basement, which costs more than a thousand yuan a month and you can't even cook.

"Where did you find the house? Is it expensive?" Song Qi asked worriedly.

His daughter had just graduated from college and had not yet found a formal job. Even if she made some money by selling the copyright of her graduation project, Song Qi did not want his daughter to spend the money on herself.

Although he earns about 10,000 yuan a month, he doesn't want to waste it. He has saved a lot for his daughter by living frugally over the years, thinking that if she encounters any major problems and needs money, he can help.

Song Youan knew his father best, so he naturally knew what he was thinking.

“In Jianye District, it’s free.”

"No need to spend money?" Song Qi was stunned, as if he didn't understand what his daughter meant.

Song Youan explained, "A very good classmate of mine in college just bought a house in Jianye District. Now she's gone abroad, and the house is vacant, so she lent it to me."

"What nonsense!" Song Qi rejected it immediately: "How can I move into someone else's newly bought house?"

"Okay, Dad. I have a very good relationship with her. She was the one who took the initiative to lend us the house. If I didn't agree, she would have cut off all ties with me."

"Besides, if we don't live in it, she will rent it to someone else. We can't just leave the house empty. But she will be even more worried if we rent it to someone else." Song Youan explained seriously.

Song Qi laughed and said, "You kids are quite interesting. But we can't live here for free. We have to pay rent."

Song Youan nodded and promised: "Okay, I'll discuss the rent with her, don't worry about it."

This time, Song Qi did not object and nodded slightly.

Song Youan breathed a sigh of relief. Lying was really tiring, but she couldn't tell everything to her father right now. She could only wait until her studio developed steadily, and then gradually show her financial strength to her father.

This way it won't scare him.

The sounds from the living room had disappeared at some point, and it seemed that the people who were looking at the house had left.

Her father made his favorite braised pork ribs and bamboo fungus soup, and filled her bowl with rice. "Eat more. Have you been making do with your meals lately? I see you've lost weight again."