"What's this young man's background? He actually managed to get a piece of land."
"So young, but his connections are clearly not simple."
Under everyone's watchful eyes, the manager approached Song Chuan and placed the transfer agreement on the table.
He handed over a pen: "Mr. Song, please sign here."
"Once you've signed, this piece of land, the Shuxiang Yayuan parking lot, will officially be transferred to you. You can do whatever you want with it."
Being watched by so many people made Song Chuan feel a little embarrassed.
He awkwardly touched his nose, took the pen, and signed his name on the transfer agreement.
Seeing Song Chuan finish signing, the manager bowed and stepped back.
Now, a transfer agreement lay on the table.
If Song Qian hadn't examined that transfer agreement repeatedly on the way back,
she'd think it was all a dream!
Song Chuan's family situation…
She was quite familiar with it.
Their family's circumstances were average, and they were from a small county town; otherwise, they wouldn't have come to Jingbei to seek help from Qiao Weidong.
But how could he afford the land for the Shuxiang Yayuan parking lot?
"Song Chuan, you… you…"
Knowing what Song Qian was about to ask, Song Chuan had already prepared an excuse on the way here.
"Aunt Song Qian."
"I majored in finance in university. After graduation, I helped some big bosses watch the stock market. This is one of the bosses' rewards to me."
In fact.
The original owner did major in finance, and he also traded stocks in university, but they were all bad stocks.
In university, he even lost everything.
Although Song Chuan transmigrated into this world, he replaced the original owner's existence and still inherited the original owner's memories.
Hearing Song Chuan say this, Song Qian was shocked.
The connections to get land.
This must be a developer, right?
Song Chuan knows the developer of Shuxiang Yayuan?
No wonder this kid isn't planning to look for a job. With a piece of land, why bother looking for a job!!!
Song Qian didn't doubt a single word Song Chuan said.
Her hands landed on Song Chuan's shoulders, essentially embracing him as she spoke.
It's common for elders to have this kind of physical contact when speaking to younger generations.
Song Chuan felt like there were two landmines stuck to his back, and they felt like they were about to explode.
"Xiao Chuan, can Auntie talk to you about something?"
"Auntie, even if you didn't say anything, I'd know what you were going to ask."
"Didn't you go to the property management just for the parking lot? The parking spaces haven't been assigned yet, but when they are, you can park your car wherever you like."
This really hit Song Qian where it mattered. She immediately beamed. "Auntie won't take advantage of you."
"The property management originally wanted to sell me this parking space. The starting price was 150,000, and it would be even higher if there was bidding."
"Auntie will give you 170,000, how does that sound?"
Song Chuan chuckled. "Auntie, I'm really grateful to you and Uncle for helping me settle down in Jingbei this time."
"This parking space doesn't take up much space. It'd be too much to charge you, so I can't take the money."
"Xiao Chuan, listen to Auntie..."
The two of them were about to enter the elevator. Song Qian was hugging Song Chuan, and she kept trying to persuade him to accept the money.
She was wearing him down.
Song Chuan had no choice but to agree.
What Song Chuan didn't expect was that the prices in Jingbei were really high. A single parking space could sell for such a high price.
When he just came out of the hall, the other owners all wanted his contact information, waiting for him to divide up the parking spaces.
If he sold all the land after dividing it up, how much money would he make!
Not long after.
The two of them were already back.
As soon as they entered the house, Song Qian went to check on Yingzi, then went to work in the kitchen.
One by one, steaming hot dishes were brought to the table. The three of them washed their hands and sat down to eat.
Probably because Yingzi had just sweated a little, her complexion was much better, and her face wasn't as pale.
There were three dishes on the table.
Black fungus with stir-fried meat.
Baby bok choy.
Tomato and egg.
It was already eight in the evening. Song Qian and Song Chuan had returned late because of the parking lot issue.
So Song Qian had just quickly stir-fried three dishes.
Song Chuan picked up a piece of succulent fungus with his chopsticks and chewed it slowly.
He had to admit.
Song Qian's cooking was really good.
"Xiao Chuan, eat more meat. Tomorrow is Saturday, and Auntie will have time. I'll go buy some seafood to make soup for you two to nourish your bodies."
As she spoke, Song Qian had already put a few chopsticks of meat into Song Chuan's bowl.
Unexpectedly, Qiao Yingzi, who was standing beside them, suddenly made a "crunch" sound with her mouth. She quickly went into the kitchen to rinse her mouth.
"Mom, you didn't wash the wood ear well. I tasted sand."
"That's impossible. I rinsed it many times."
"Auntie, how do you usually wash wood ear?"
"I just hold the wood ear under the faucet and rinse it repeatedly."
Speaking of this.
Song Qian's face flushed slightly. She thought everyone washed wood ear in the same way.
She had never specifically learned how to wash wood ear, but she had been washing it since she was a child. Whether it was the edible wood ear or the other kind, wasn't it all washed the same way?
"Auntie, aren't you rubbing them? If you don't rub the wood ear, you won't get the dirt and sand out of the crevices. You have to rub them again and again."
"But not too hard. If you rub too hard, they'll break, and that affects the taste."
"Xiaochuan, you're such a well-behaved child. You even know how to wash vegetables."
Song Chuan pondered for a moment, "Um… Auntie…"
"My mom took me to the kitchen quite a bit, so I learned by watching."
"Yingzi, learn from your Song Chuan-gege. You've never helped Mom in the kitchen."
"Hmph, all Song Chuan knows is how to wash wood ear? It's not hard to learn."
Hugging Song Chuan's arm, Qiao Yingzi acted coy, "Song Chuan-gege, will you teach me how to wash wood ear, too?"
"That way, next time we eat, I can help Mom wash the wood ear mushrooms, and we won't get any sand in them."
"A hands-on lesson, huh?"