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

"Aunt, my aunt left me a fixed-term trust, and I can only deposit 10,000 yuan a month." Song Youan said as she stuffed the bank card back into Liu Xiujuan's pocket. "I'm spending my own money, earned by myself."

"Ah?" Liu Xiujuan was stunned: "You found a job?"

"That's not right. Even if you find a job, you can't earn so much all at once."

As Liu Xiujuan was talking, she told herself that she was scared. She subconsciously glanced at the kitchen door and lowered her voice and said, "Youan, what did you do? Don't scare your aunt."

Song Youan couldn't help but laugh at Liu Xiujuan's expression. "Aunt, don't make wild guesses. I make clean money from legitimate business. I even went to a factory in town today to discuss a deal. It's the Beiwang Multifunctional Manufacturing Plant."

"Zhang Beiwang?" Liu Xiujuan blurted out.

Song Youan nodded, her eyes brightening: "Yes, does my aunt know him?"

"Everyone in town knows this person. Your uncle knows him." Liu Xiujuan said and nodded slightly: "So, what are you doing in business now?"

"Yes, I'm going to do some export business. It's hard to find a job after graduation now. I'm also planning to set up a studio."

"Tsk, then we need more money?" Liu Xiujuan was like a stubborn person. She stuffed the bank card back to Song Youan and took out her phone: "Auntie, I have some spare money here. I'll transfer it to you first."

Before he could finish his words, the transfer information of 80,000 yuan came.

Song Youan felt powerless. She felt that she couldn't explain it clearly.

"Aunt, I'm not short of money. If I were short of money, would I buy you such expensive gifts?" Song Youan was at a loss whether to laugh or cry. She returned the WeChat transfer and stuffed the bank card back to Liu Xiujuan.

This bank card was like a dish, being passed back and forth between the two people.

"I made money from business, really."

She looked serious and unquestionable.

Liu Xiujuan stared at her for a long while, then nodded: "Okay, then if you need money, remember to tell your family."

"Okay, okay." Song Youan felt helpless and amused.

But what I feel most is being moved.

No matter when, there is always someone who is thinking about her and caring about her.

Just then the phone rang.

When Song Youan saw that it was his father calling, he swiped right to answer the call.

"Hey dad, what's wrong?"

"Yuan, please come and pick me up. I...I'm moving out."

"What!" Song Youan was startled and asked hurriedly, "Why is it so sudden? Why didn't you tell me in advance?"

"They didn't even say hello to me. Today, the new owner came directly to my door and said that all the handover documents have been signed. The house is now someone else's and I have to move out immediately."

Song Qi's tone was a bit helpless, but Song Youan only felt distressed when he heard it.

What kind of thing did Second Uncle do? He readily gave the house to him and let him sell it, but he didn't even tell my father that a buyer had been decided on. He just sent someone to kick my father out of the house?

"Dad, I'm a little far from you now. Please wait for me at Aunt Liu's store at the entrance of the community. I should be there in about two hours."

"Are you busy?" Song Qi asked, "It's okay to be late. Dad can wait for you."

"You're asking me to wait outside in this scorching heat?" Song Youan said anxiously and angrily, "Go wait for me at Aunt Liu's store, don't stand outside or you'll get a heat stroke."

After hanging up the phone, Liu Xiujuan quickly asked, "What's wrong, Youan? What happened to your dad?"

Song Youan shook her head: "It's okay, aunt, but I have to go back. I'll come back to live here later."

At this time, grandparents were taking a nap, so Song Youan didn't wake them up. She just told her aunt what to do and immediately asked Yan Fei to drive back to Jinghai.

It can be seen that Song Youan was a little impatient, and Yan Fei drove the car as fast as possible while ensuring safety.

It took more than an hour to reach the community.

Downstairs in the apartment building, Song Qi stood in the shade. There was a pile of things piled up on the empty parking space nearby. They were all their family's belongings.

"dad!"

Song Youan walked forward quickly. Song Qi was in a daze, but he came back to his senses after hearing the voice: "Youan, you're here."

"Didn't I tell you to go to Sixth Aunt's house and wait? Why didn't you listen?" Song Youan was a little angry.

Song Qi's face was flushed red, obviously he was very hot.

He pointed at the pile of things and said, "I have to keep an eye on these things. What if I lose them?"

Song Youan took a closer look and saw that the two large suitcases were stuffed full, and there were pots and pans stored in plastic boxes, paintings and vases in the living room. In short, they were all their family's things.

"Did you get it down by yourself?" Song Youan asked with a frown.

Song Qi nodded gently: "As for the furniture and other things, I have agreed with them to find a car to pick them up tomorrow."

"Then... then why don't we move together tomorrow? You're making an extra trip." Song Youan was speechless.

Song Qi was stunned when he heard this, and then he slapped his head and said, "Yeah, look at my brain. When they suddenly came to chase us away, I was a little panicked and didn't react."

Song Youan put her hands on her waist and looked at the pile of things with a sigh. She couldn't bear to blame her father any more at the moment. The most important thing was to take her father to the new home as soon as possible.

She had originally planned to take some time to buy some daily necessities for her new home before moving in, but she didn't expect to be forced into it today.

"It's okay, Dad. It's just a small problem." Song Youan calmed Song Qi down and took out her phone: "I'll just call a Lalamove. Your stuff can fit in a van."

The new house is already decorated, so these are the only things you can take with you. The furniture is redundant and you don’t need it.

After calling a small Huolala on their mobile phone and giving the driver the address, Song Youan and Song Qi got into the Mercedes-Benz.

As soon as they got in the car, Song Youan said, "Dad, this car also belongs to my friend. I've been using it since she went abroad. I'll let you drive it starting tomorrow."

"Ah?" Song Qi was startled and subconsciously looked at Yan Fei: "Xiao Yan, isn't this car yours?"

Yan Fei smiled bitterly: "Uncle, do you think I look like someone who can afford a Mercedes-Benz?"

Song Qi refused repeatedly after hearing this: "No, no, no, Dad won't drive. It's not appropriate for Dad to drive a Mercedes to work. It's more convenient to ride an electric bike."

"This car consumes a lot of gas, and you have to use the good fuel, which is very expensive."

Yan Fei said, "Uncle, this is a new model of Mercedes-Benz this year. It uses the latest top-level engines and processors. This kind of top-level configuration requires the car to be warmed up from time to time. It can't be parked all the time, otherwise the car will be ruined."

Warming up the car means just taking a short run. This method is often used on sports cars. The main purpose is to stimulate the performance of the engine and processor and keep them in a familiar operating environment.

Song Qi was doing this, so he naturally understood it.

But he still shook his head: "I won't open it, you guys open it."

"She has other cars, but they're all left in Jinghai. How can I drive over here?" Song Youan turned around and looked at his father and said, "Dad, they've rented their house to us at a low price. It's not like we shouldn't help them warm up their car, right? It's not like they're losing out."