Inherit hundreds of billions of property at the beginning

Chapter 2 Money Can't Be Spended in Two Lifetimes
Seeing it, her face was about to swell.

Zhao Chen let out a breath, he hadn't said this word for more than ten years, he exhausted all his strength, "You're right, you definitely didn't do it on purpose! Don't hit me!"

Zhao Chen grabbed her hand, Mother Zhao stopped, didn't wipe her tears, just stretched out her hand to caress Zhao Chen's face, "In a blink of an eye, my son has grown up, tall, but too thin, come and see , look at your good-for-nothing father, and your grandpa!"

Zhao Chen was dragged over, he had been paying attention to his father and grandfather just now; the old man was handsome and energetic, he did not shed a single tear as he squeezed his hands, his eyes were flushed from the suffocation.

That middle-aged man, seeing Zhao Chen looking over, he hastily wiped away his tears, squeezed out a smile, but the tears welled up again, he simply stopped wiping, and stood there in a daze, at a loss;
Seeing it, Zhao's mother became angry, and kicked her man's ass, "It took you so many years to find it, trash"

Father Zhao didn't refute, just smiled embarrassingly, while laughing, tears flowed out again, the man didn't flick his tears lightly, but it didn't reach the point of sadness.

No one cares about the father of his own son; he wanted to say something to Zhao Chen, but he couldn't say anything, he just covered his face and sobbed.

Zhao Chen wiped away his tears again.

He hesitated for a long time, deliberated for more than two minutes, and in an extremely calm and emotionless voice, he called out a strange and strange address: "Father!"

It's not easy to live in the world, even if you can stand on your own, working hard and sweating blood is not easy.

I'm not familiar with it, I haven't called this word in more than ten years.

The tone is unusually awkward.

"Hey! My son, I have had a hard time looking for you!"

A man in his decades, a man who built a business empire single-handedly, has never cried like a child like he is today.

"Today is a good thing. What does it look like to keep crying? Don't cry anymore!"

The cane clicked on the ground.

Only then did Zhao Chen wipe away his tears, raised his head and called Grandpa!
The old man clearly wiped his tears secretly before, and his eyelashes were still wet, but at this time he heard Zhao Chen calling him grandpa, and he also showed a smile. He took out a golden lock the size of half a palm from his pocket, and hung it on Zhao Chen's neck on tiptoe. "Don't lose it again in the future, alas, you have suffered outside these years, you are the Ding of the old Zhao family, fortunately you found it back, you found it, you found it back"

Zhao Chen nodded, only feeling that the golden bumps on his neck hurt his neck.

Looking at the time, Zhao Chen pondered for a while, "You all haven't eaten yet, I'll cook!"

"Okay, let Mom have a taste of your craft."

Zhao Chen picked up the noodles in his hand, four yuan worth of noodles is probably enough to eat, and those followers outside are not considered, probably not relatives.

The fact is also like this, when Zhao Chen opened the door to let his relatives in, Mother Zhao closed the door without any hassle.

Only when Zhao Chen got home did he realize that he had left his relatives to eat, but he didn't know if they could eat what he ate.
"How about garlic noodles?"

Before mother could speak, Mr. Zhao said first, "We will eat whatever you eat!"

Zhao Chen sighed, didn't say anything, he peeled the garlic silently, it was enough for four people, last year's garlic harvest, this meal has already eaten half.

While he was cooking, the three relatives were carefully looking at Zhao Chen's residence. The two rooms were not big, but they were very clean. There was a hard board bed, and the peeling walls had been covered with various awards. It is Zhao Chen's honor.

Zhao's mother originally wanted to see what was in Zhao Chen's refrigerator, but she couldn't find where the refrigerator was after searching for a long time.

"Chen, where's your refrigerator?"

"I haven't bought a refrigerator yet. I'm going to report to school in a month. I don't need a refrigerator."

Before Zhao Chen finished speaking, Wang Qian was already in tears, a mother couldn't listen to these things.

She didn't look at it, she didn't look at anything, she turned around and saw Zhao Chen was busy in the kitchen, she just watched from the side in a daze, the noodles were already in the pot.

Half a pot of garlic juice is also ready.

When Zhao Chen went to serve two bowls of rice with garlic sauce and served it on the table, he just slapped his head. It seemed that there were only two bowls at home.
Without saying a word, in less than a minute, he went to the neighbor's house to borrow two more bowls.

When the four bowls of noodles with garlic sauce were placed on the table, the old man couldn't bear it any longer. He burst into tears. He picked up the noodles with the chopsticks and ate them into his mouth. The tears flowed into the bowl, half bitter and half bitter. salty.

"Eat first, just put the bowl on the table after eating, I'll go to the construction site first, I'm going to be late, the contractor has a bad temper."

As Zhao Chen said, he was about to get up and leave, but he was grabbed by Zhao Chen's father, Zhao Zhichang, "Don't go, it's so hot, you don't have to make money in this life, you spend our money in your two lifetimes." No more, you take this card first"

Zhao Zhichang handed over a bank card, all black, with a centurion's head in the middle.

As the Son of Man, it was the first time to give it after meeting each other, so Zhao Chen continued, rubbing the card in his hand, full of emotions, he didn't even have to think about how much money was in the card.

Wang Qian asked softly, "Do you want to stay in Jinling, or return to the capital?"

Mr. Zhao felt that it was inappropriate for her to ask such a question, so he stopped directly and said his decision, "Whether you want to stay here in Jinling or Beijing, you can, but you have to go home for two days a week. It's better to go back to the capital, our Zhao family base camp is there; no matter what you choose, you will have to return to the capital to live at home for a period of time before school starts, and some things need to be done."

As soon as the old man opened his mouth, Zhao Chen didn't dare to refute, he only knew that no matter where he was, he was much better than now.

Wang Qian also said, "Pack up your things, the plane in the afternoon, let's go home first."

Zhao Chen nodded numbly. To be honest, when happiness comes too suddenly, it really makes people unable to adapt.

In just one day, Zhao Chen changed from the poorest boy to a rich boy.

After packing his things in a trance, Zhao Chen realized that his small family really didn't have any valuable things, the most worth collecting might be those certificates of merit on the wall and some of his own study notes.

Stepping on the stool, Wang Qian took off Zhao Chen's certificates of merit one by one on the wall and put them away carefully.

Zhao Chen washed the dishes and sent them back to the neighbors. When he came back, he stood at the door for a while.

He saw it, and the neighbors stood not far away and watched;

They carried the bowls and copied the chopsticks. They really watched Zhao Chen grow up. Zhao Chen is a sensible child, and he hasn't caused any trouble for the neighbors in the past few years;

They also understood the situation. It was Zhao Chen's relatives who came here. For more than ten years, they knew Zhao Chen's difficulties. Seeing Zhao Chen, he will always have that sallow and thin look, he is still so young, it is difficult to make people feel distressed
From the bottom of their hearts, they hoped that his biological parents would find him even more than Zhao Chen.

Far away, Zhao Chen bowed in that direction.

The neighbors hurriedly stepped aside and left silently. They didn't want to accept this gift, and they just helped if they could.

There were only a few old women standing there, talking with a smile, "If Zhao Chen gets married, he can bring his wife to see, we are all waiting for you!"

"Okay! I will definitely!" Wiping away his tears, Zhao Chen turned and entered the room.

At one o'clock in the afternoon, Zhao Chen said goodbye to his neighbors one by one. It was also today that he had the spare energy to recognize the first car logo in his life—Rolls Royce.

(End of this chapter)