The next day, noon.
Downstairs from Dong Xuebin's home, Qu Yunxuan drove back the Benz S350L after completing the paperwork.
Dong Xuebin, who was at home, had just called Liu Dahai and Qin Yong to briefly ask about the county bureau. Seeing that nothing was amiss, he exchanged a few words with them. He also told Mom and Yu Meixia and her daughter that he would not be going back for May Day; he would be spending the holiday in the Capital City. Then he received a text from Aunt Xuan. Excited, he opened the door and went downstairs, eager to take the car for a spin.
Mother Qu was downstairs, smiling as she ran her hand over the silver Mercedes, looking extremely satisfied.
Father Qu had come as well today. He was a man of few words, and Dong Xuebin had barely spoken to him over the past few years.
Seeing him, Dong Xuebin felt a little uneasy. He braced himself and walked over. "Auntie, Uncle."
Father Qu's gaze was complicated. He did not visit his daughter often, so he had not had much contact with Dong Xuebin. But his first impression of Dong Xuebin and Luan Xiaoping's family had been that they were poor—desperately poor, a downtrodden family. Who could have imagined that in just a few months, the Dong family's boy would not only become a high-ranking official, but also make so much money? According to his daughter, the company's total assets were nearly ten million now. He could not earn that much in ten lifetimes of drawing a salary.
Mother Qu smiled at Dong Xuebin. "Xiao Bin, this car is really nice. How much was it?"
Dong Xuebin said, "One and a half million altogether."
Father Qu drew in a breath, practically speechless.
Mother Qu blinked.