Chapter 90

"Thank you, Dahuang." Wang Po nodded to the little paper man and walked straight into the house.

The little paper man called "Da Huang" tilted his head towards An Yan, then turned to look at Wang Po. Finally, he raised his round hand and scratched his head. He turned back to An Zi's bed, lay on her shoulder, gesturing to her and muttering.

It didn't stop gossiping until Anzi touched its head and told it to sleep, then it jumped onto Anzi's pillow to continue resting.

An Yan tried to enter the room and found that there was no formation blocking him. He breathed a sigh of relief and hurried in.

As soon as I entered the room, I heard Wang Po counting money. "Do you think it's this bag that's valuable? No, you're wrong. It's the money in the bag that's valuable."

Then it was Anzi's voice, "Grandma, then we have to treat them to a meal at a big restaurant."

"Okay! Let's go to Xingfulou! One meal is too stingy! We eat three meals a day there!"

An Yan: ??? !!! When did their family become rich enough to eat at Xingfulou?
And this house is not the subdivided flat where he grew up. What happened in the past few years?

With doubt in his mind, An Yan floated forward and saw an old man and a child sitting on a small bed dividing money.

Yes, the kind where you get one stack and I get one stack.

He leaned in closer to count, there were exactly three hundred thousand!
"It's still the same as before. Go to the bank to deposit 50,000 tomorrow, and keep the remaining 50,000 at home for household expenses. They are staying in our house, so they have to eat well." Wang Po held the money happily. She had everything planned out. Of the 100,000 she was going to put 50,000 in her own safe, and the remaining 50,000 in the space. Double insurance, perfect!
Anzi nodded, indicating that he had no objection, and with a wave of his hand, the money in front of him went into his own space.

"Grandma, how do you like the big house?" Anzi snuggled into Grandma Wang's arms, enjoying the rare time spent together as a grandparent and grandchild.

Grandma Wang patted her back from time to time, "It's all settled. No. 9 Nanshuwan is a big manor. Grandma has made plans. We'll buy a car when we move there, otherwise it will be inconvenient to go out." At this point, Grandma Wang remembered something, "Let's hire a few more bodyguards. I see that Mrs. Lin has a lot of bodyguards at home."

Anzi closed his eyes, "Okay, just ask Brother Jun for the bodyguard matter." He should have comrades who need work, "But grandma, Brother Jun should be going somewhere else soon, so the bodyguard matter needs to be dealt with as soon as possible."

Grandma Wang didn't ask much, she just said what she was going to do, "Then we'll go buy a house tomorrow morning, buy a car in the afternoon, and try to move before the New Year!"

Those naughty boys will definitely come to pay New Year’s greetings during the Chinese New Year. Our house is still too small. It would be perfect if we move out quickly!
"Okay, I'll listen to Grandma..."

An Yan was stunned. He suspected that he was hallucinating after becoming a ghost.

Nanshuwan Manor...Sedan...

He didn't even dare to dream of something, but his mother and stepdaughter actually wanted to buy it? Was he really bragging?
But looking at the decoration and furnishings in the room, and the way they just divided the money skillfully, I really don't want to brag anymore.

An Yan followed Wang Po out of the house in a daze and went to her master bedroom. Wow! The decoration of this room was better than the previous one! He also saw his mother open the safe in the deepest part of the closet. Inside was full of stacks of banknotes and some jewelry that was of particularly good quality, judging from his experience and knowledge of following those people into the tomb countless times.

His An family has become rich!

After Wang Po lay down on the bed and turned on the desk lamp, An Yan floated back to An Zi's room in a daze.

Anzi was half lying on the bed playing video games. When he saw him come in, he nodded at the chair next to the desk and said, "Sit down."

An Yan scratched his head with both hands and sat down on the chair.

After a while, probably he had figured out how to write the story, and looking at An Zi hesitantly, he opened his mouth, "My dear daughter..." An Zi's hand trembled, and the little person in the red skirt in the game console couldn't dodge in time and was kicked away by the burly man on the other side. The screen also displayed the words "GAME OVER".

She gritted her teeth and said, "Okay, let's try this on her."

Anzi threw the game console away, sat up straight, and stretched out a hand to An Yan, "Dad, you've been working hard outside for so many years. Now you're gone, but you still have money, right?"

An Yan: ...This unlucky child!

He laughed dryly. You couldn't say that he didn't save any money at all. He spent it all.

He was just a small fry in the team. How much money could he get? The money he earned from each tomb visit was not even enough for him to eat and drink, so how could there be anything left?

Anzi raised his eyebrows. At An Yan's age, he was still a bad boy. It would be strange if he had money.

Alas, poor bastard.

An Yan's momentum suddenly became even weaker.

Anzi didn't bother with him. He couldn't rely on him when he was alive, let alone now that he was dead.

"Tell me about your story. I have to collect your body." Anzi looked at him, actually wanting to use his divine eyes to see what happened to him.

With just one glance, she was sure that there was no need to collect the body because his ashes had been scattered!
Hearing Anzi's question, An Yan subconsciously wanted to brag about how well he was doing outside, but when he looked at Qing Lingling who seemed to be able to see through his eyes, he still clasped his hands and told her everything that had happened since he ran away from home.

He used to hang out in gangs outside and met a group of tomb robbers. He heard that they could make money very quickly, so he was tempted.

Because he had learned a few tricks from An Laoqi, that group of people simply took him in. He then left the gang and over the years he has been hanging out with tomb robbers, becoming a non-staff member of the team.

The reason he was killed was that he saw the team leader making a deal with an American. Although he didn't hear or see anything, he was killed directly and saw his body burned to ashes.

Anzi didn't comment on his words. She knew he was hiding something from her, but it didn't matter because she had seen it all with her divine eyes.

She was the lover of the boss of An Yan's previous gang and was brought to An Yan for disposal, but An Yan happened to be going to the grave with those tomb robbers, so he handed her over to a drinking buddy of his.

His friend thought it was his child, so he took it home.

By such a coincidence, everyone thought that Anzi was the daughter that An Yan had outside.

"So what are you going to do now? Go down directly?" An Zi touched his delicate little chin. If he wanted to go down, she would send him to keep An Laoqi company.

An Yan shook his head repeatedly, "I don't want to go down!"

His family suddenly became rich, but he didn't enjoy anything, so he didn't want to go down!

Anzi made a "tsk" sound and said, "Then what are you going to do? You can't just stay here forever. If you don't leave, you'll become a wandering ghost and won't be able to go downstairs even if you want to." Don't blame her for not reminding you.

(End of this chapter)

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