Alas, the price of showing off.
Yang Fan said helplessly: "Not only her money and power, but also her as a person, I am attracted to her."
Mother Yang, who was holding the gift bag in both hands, immediately freed one hand and slapped Yang Fan on the back of the head: "Tell us first, how old is your leader? Let me make it clear first, if you are over 30, don't even think about getting the blessing from me and your father."
The son is only 23, and the two elders think it is acceptable for him to find a girl who is 27 or 28.
There is a saying that a girl three years older than a man is as rich as a mother, and a girl five years older than a man is as good as a mother.
Although it is mostly self-consolation and self-deception, it still makes some sense.
If it gets any bigger, there’s no point in talking to him.
The two elders did not want their son to sell his soul and body in exchange for a superior material life.
In the past few months, the Yang family has undergone earth-shaking changes.
My son sends back about 20,000 to 30,000 yuan every month, and all the family debts have been paid off.
The two elders asked Yang Fan many times, no matter how good the job at a TV station is, it can't pay so much.
Yang Fan said he can write songs and scripts, and can also produce good programs for TV stations...
Dad Yang said, we all know how much you weighed when you were born, just speak human language.
This is why Yang Fan didn’t tell Liu Yueyue at first that he could write songs, but told Liu Qianqian that he could write scripts.
Finally, Yang Fan told his parents that he had won 100,000 yuan in the lottery, but he was afraid that they would not believe him, so he sent the money back home in installments.
The two elders believed it temporarily.
After seeing this today, they no longer believed it.
"As for the leader's age, he should be around 25 or 26 this year." Yang Fan said uncertainly.
After a girl turns 20, her age starts to become an inviolable privacy, so Yang Fan naturally wouldn't ask Aunt Thirteen how old she was for no reason.
"You are so rich and powerful at the age of 25 or 26?" Yang's mother was deeply skeptical.
Yang Fan said: "She was born into a wealthy family, a daughter of an official family. What do you think?"
"That is not bad."
Yang's parents breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time they felt a little guilty for not being able to provide their child with a good environment to grow up in.
"What's good?" Yang Fan couldn't help but laugh: "The leader doesn't like me, you think too much."
"Don't they like you so much that I gave you so many things and even lent you my car?" Mother Yang didn't believe it.
Yang's father also expressed serious doubts.
Yang Fan said as he and his parents were moving things: "These things and cars are very luxurious and out of reach for us, but they are a drop in the bucket for others and are not worth mentioning. You two are like farmers, guessing whether the plows used to plow the fields in the emperor's house in the palace are made of gold. In fact, the emperor does not need to plow the fields, so naturally there are no plows made of gold."
"Does she have any intentions towards you?" Yang's mother was puzzled.
"Maybe, but it's definitely not love." Yang Fan said.
Mother Yang wanted to say something, but Yang Fan said, "That's the end of the matter. Don't ask anymore. We're moving some things. Some of them are for the relatives who have lent us money in the past few years."
There is no interest when borrowing money from relatives.
These holiday gift packages can be considered as interest.
After recovering, Gungun started running in the yard, and occasionally ran outside the fence, probably thinking about how to expand his territory to the entire hill.
Looking at the mountains, the earth and the rivers in the distance, there were long roars.
This is dog life.
A dog's life in this world is like a gust of wind passing through the mortal world.
The Monkey King was also very happy. He squatted at the gate of the courtyard and looked at the mountains and rivers, his literary and artistic temperament bursting out.
But after holding it in for so long, all the sighs turned into two barks.
Sanbao was the bravest one. He ran to the back mountain to play before Dasheng and Gungun dared to run too far away from home.
It squatted quietly in front of a hornet's nest, looking up curiously.
Such a big thing, looks delicious.
If you can’t finish it yourself, ask Monkey King and Gun Gun to come and eat it together next time.
Things at home cannot be moved around, and you don’t need to ask the owners for their consent for things outside.
On New Year's Eve, Yang Fan got up early in the morning and put up Spring Festival couplets and cleaned the house with his parents.
Afterwards, he drove his parents down the mountain to deliver New Year's goods to relatives.
The first stop is Yangjiaba Village.
Yangjiaba Village is next to the Vocational College of Economics and Trade.
College students’ overall ability to make money is not very good, but their overall ability to consume is very high.
A small vocational college of economics and trade has injected a lot of vitality into Yangjiaba Village.
When Yang Fan was still in middle school, the school teacher told him that he should study hard, otherwise he would have to go to a vocational college of economics and trade for university.
Yang Fan visited the Vocational College of Economics and Trade. He had relatives in Yangjiaba next to it, so Yang Fan naturally visited it as well.
After coming back, he was silent for a long time. College life should not be like this.
The university campus of his dreams should be larger and more prosperous.
In a school like the Vocational College of Economics and Trade, students don’t know where to find part-time jobs to earn money.
"What's the point of reading so many books? Don't even think about going to high school after you graduate from junior high school. Go to a technical school to learn a skill and then go out to work and make money. Do you think any big boss has a high degree?" At his uncle's house, the uncle said to his son who was pasting a couplet at the door, "I don't know what the country is thinking. They keep doing useless things, like aircraft carriers, moon landings, and conscription every year. Are they useful? They don't fight any wars."
"It's not that studying is useless, but some people are useless." A voice came.
Uncle San turned around hurriedly and saw a car in front of him without him noticing.
What a nice car.
Uncle San was surprised. The car was like a ghost, without any sound. It was already behind him, but he didn't even notice it.
Yang Fan got down from the driver's seat, carrying New Year's goods.
"Second brother." When cousin Yang Yanchao saw Yang Fan, his eyes lit up, and then he was attracted by the car Yang Fan was driving.
"Xiaofan." Uncle San laughed.
I lent some money to my cousin last year, and he returned it last month.
I thought I didn't know when I would get it back, but I didn't expect it to be so soon.
I heard that my nephew Yang Fan has made some progress in the mountain city. He joined a TV station and seems to have a good salary.
After Yang Fan got off the car, Yang's father and mother also got off.
Dad Yang came empty-handed, but Mom Yang did not, she was holding a big New Year gift package.
Carry the world on your shoulders and hold your original intention firmly in your fist.
When the family was in financial difficulty, Yang Fan had to borrow money from relatives. He remembered the kindness of all the relatives he had borrowed and secretly made up his mind that he would repay them when he had the ability.
Now the debt has been paid, but the love remains.
"Uncle San, your ideological awareness has not improved much." Yang Fan put the gift box in his cousin Yang Yanchao's arms and said to his uncle, "Yanchao's academic performance is good. If he continues like this, it will be no problem for him to get into a good university. It won't be difficult for you to send Yanchao to high school and university. If you want him to go to a technical school after graduating from junior high school, it will delay his bright future."
Before Third Uncle could say anything, Yang Fan said, "Third Uncle, do you think it's useless to have so many soldiers in peacetime when there's no war?"
Uncle San nodded and said confidently, "Isn't that right? Xiaofan, you have read more books than Yanchao and I, what's the point of you telling us?"
Yang Fan asked: "Uncle San, have you ever walked across the bridge?"
"Of course I have walked past." Uncle San replied.
"Are there railings on the bridge?" Yang Fan asked.
"Yes." Uncle San.
"Have you ever helped?" Yang Fan.
"No." Uncle San.
"If there were no railings, would you still dare to cross the bridge?" Yang Fan asked.
Uncle San: “…”
Before Third Uncle could answer, Yang Fan, who had received many painful experiences and psychological trauma from Thirteenth Aunt, immediately said: "Soldiers are like that railing. You can choose not to hold on, but you can't be without it!"