Such Wealth

Mr. Zhou's main business is in Hangzhou, so he is naturally aware of the status of Peach Blossom Spring.

Chinese and Western style villas, located in the east, west, and south sections.

Villas priced in the tens of millions are commonplace, not to mention the top-tier mansions that embody Eastern beauty and have a floor area of several thousand square meters, some of which are worth over a hundred million.

Leaving aside the Chinese courtyard houses worth over 100 million yuan, the fact that a young person can own a house in Peach Blossom Spring on their own is already quite astonishing.

Mr. Zhou's eyes immediately understood.

No wonder... no wonder the owner said he got all of this because of his son.

"A young talent...my son truly deserves the title," Zhang Zhaohai said with a smile.

Although he showed great respect and humility to Mr. and Mrs. Zhou, when it came to their son, he and Song Wenqin showed no humility whatsoever; on the contrary, they were proud of him from the bottom of their hearts.

"Mr. Zhang is a good father," Mr. Zhou nodded thoughtfully.

"It's mainly due to his own efforts," Zhang Zhaohai said with a smile, then asked curiously, "Mr. Zhou, I remember your daughter also started her own business, right?"

"Yes, she graduated from Tsinghua Academy of Fine Arts and now runs her own studio; you could say she's involved in art."

"They're probably around the same age, and both started their own businesses," Zhang Zhaohai suddenly muttered to himself. "Young people might have more in common."

It was just a thoughtless remark.

But as soon as these words were spoken, Mr. Zhou's wife coughed softly.

Mr. Zhou's expression also froze for a moment, looking somewhat unnatural.

"Old Zhang." Upon hearing this, Song Wenqin gently tugged at Zhang Zhaohai and gestured to him with her eyes, indicating that he had misspoke.

Zhang Zhaohai blinked, realizing what was happening.

Yes, what I just said was indeed a bit abrupt and thoughtless.

He himself didn't think much of it; he was just expressing his feelings. But others might overthink it. What if Mr. Zhou and his wife thought he had ulterior motives?

They have billions in assets, and they only have this one daughter...

So he stopped there and didn't bring up the topic again.

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The car stopped at a service area midway through the journey.

Mr. Zhou and his wife made an excuse to go to the restroom and got off the bus.

"How could he have the nerve to say such a thing?" Madam Zhou said, shaking her head in displeasure. "Who would be so opportunistic? They're just strangers, yet they dare to covet our daughter... Old Zhou, really, you had to give them a ride."

"Actually, if what Mr. Zhang said is true, their son is indeed extremely outstanding," Mr. Zhou said with a smile.

"Who knows how much of it is misleading? Besides, they're not a good match..."

"I was just saying, didn't you see I didn't even respond to him?" Mr. Zhou reassured him. "It's just a short ride. Once we get there, we'll go our separate ways and never see each other again. What are you worried about?"

"Yeah, I know, it's that feeling of being constantly thought about that's unpleasant."

A moment later, the two returned to the car and continued their journey.

After being reminded by Song Wenqin, Zhang Zhaohai finally realized the importance of maintaining a sense of distance.

Should I bring them along? It was just a spur-of-the-moment decision.

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It's several hundred kilometers away, a journey of more than four hours.

The group finally arrived in Hangzhou.

Through the car window, Zhang Zhaohai and his wife felt the beauty of Hangzhou wash over them, and were instantly filled with joy.

Hangzhou, we've finally arrived.

Mr. Zhou, who was standing nearby, was also on the phone.

"Almost there, almost at Qianjiang New City."

"How old are you? Why do you still need your parents to pick you up? Can't you drive yourself? Don't you have a driver at home?"

"It's been a long time since our family got together! Okay, okay! Tonight I'll have the chef at the Hubin branch prepare some of your favorite dishes, and we can have a family get-together."

As he spoke, a look of affection appeared on his face.

Zhang Zhaohai, who was standing nearby, vaguely heard the girl's voice on the other end of the phone and immediately understood.

This must be Mr. Zhou's daughter.

The car drove on for a while, and just as Zhang Zhaohai was about to ask Mr. Zhou to stop so they could park anywhere on the side of the road...

"Stop the car, stop the car," Mr. Zhou suddenly spoke first.

The car slowly came to a stop at the side of the road.

The car door opened, and a long-haired girl with a trendy, artistic style got on.

"Long time no see, Mom and Dad." The girl, outgoing and carefree, gave Mr. and Mrs. Zhou a hug as soon as she came up.

Mr. Zhou and his wife looked at each other with doting expressions, showering each other with concern.

"Huh? Who are these two uncles and aunties?" The girl looked at Zhang Zhaohai and Song Wenqin, her face full of inquiry.

"Oh, this is Mr. Zhang and his wife," Mr. Zhou said casually after glancing at them. "They're friends my parents met on the plane, and they just happen to be traveling to Hangzhou with us."

"Hello, Uncle and Auntie." The girl nodded politely and greeted them.

"Hello, hello." Zhang Zhaohai quickly responded with a smile, having a very good impression of the girl.

It's not uncommon for spoiled children to develop arrogant personalities in such families, but the fact that this girl still possesses such good manners speaks volumes about the excellent upbringing and family traditions she has.

"Mr. Zhang? Where are we taking you? Peach Blossom Spring or somewhere else?" Mr. Zhou turned to look at Mr. and Mrs. Zhang Zhaohai and asked.

"No need, no need, just drop us off wherever is convenient for you," Zhang Zhaohai said. "My son has also arranged for someone to pick us up..."

Are you kidding? This place is way too far from Peach Blossom Spring. They've already asked this question, shouldn't they be more considerate?

"Uncle lives in Peach Blossom Spring?" a girl beside him suddenly asked curiously. "Many of my clients also live in Peach Blossom Spring."

"It's not where Mr. Zhang lives," Mr. Zhou chimed in with a smile. "It's Mr. Zhang's son who bought a house in Peach Blossom Spring. It was just renovated this year, and Mr. Zhang and his family are here to look at the house on behalf of their son."

"I see?" The girl smiled and nodded in understanding. "Uncle, where in Peach Blossom Spring did your son buy his house?"

"Does it have a specific address? Aren't they all Peach Blossom Spring?" Zhang Zhaohai, only half understanding.

"Of course there are differences. There are Western and Chinese styles, and three different areas: east, west, and south," the girl explained with a smile. "My company has several projects in Peach Blossom Spring, so I know that place very well."

"It seems to be..." Zhang Zhaohai picked up his phone and glanced at it. "It seems to be... West Brocade Garden?"

"West Brocade Garden?" The girl's eyes widened. "Are you sure it's West Brocade Garden?"

"That's how my son sent it... it should be correct, right?" Zhang Zhaohai had just finished speaking when his phone suddenly rang.

He didn't even bother with pleasantries in the car; he immediately answered the phone.

"Yes, that's me."

"Where... where am I now..."

"Okay, sure."

A moment later, Zhang Zhaohai put down his phone and reached out his hand to Mr. Zhou, "Mr. Zhou, the person who was supposed to pick me up is here. Please drop me off here. I'm sorry to have bothered you on the way."

"You're welcome." Mr. Zhou shook hands. "Shall I let you down up ahead?"

"Grateful!"

A moment later, the van stopped by the roadside.

Zhang Zhaohai and Song Wenqin thanked them repeatedly, then got out of the car and walked forward.

Inside the car, Mr. Zhou and his wife stared intently at a black Rolls-Royce in front of them. A very elegant lady was respectfully greeting them, her expression even showing a hint of humility.

"This boss's son has indeed built a huge business, so big that it's a bit unfathomable," President Zhou remarked, looking at the scene before him.

His family is very wealthy, with billions in fixed assets, so he wouldn't be surprised by a Rolls-Royce.

However, if all of this is, as Mr. Zhang said, due to his son, then this young man cannot be simply described as a promising young talent.

At that moment, a strong sense of curiosity naturally arose in his heart.

Just as Mr. Zhou turned his head, he saw his daughter still deep in thought, seemingly lost in thought.

"Shu Han, what are you thinking about?"

"Dad, this guy... said his son bought a house in West Brocade Garden?" the girl suddenly asked abruptly.

"Yes, is there a problem?" President Zhou blinked and asked.

"But... those are all traditional Chinese mansions, some costing tens of millions, even over a hundred million..." the girl said.

"Perhaps there's some misunderstanding? It might not be there?" President Zhou pondered.

Mrs. Zhou, who was standing to the side, also frowned and said.

"Yes, if I said something wrong or just mentioned it casually, who can know if it's true or false? A young person, at most the same age as you, buying a house in West Brocade Garden on their own is unrealistic."

"It's not just these... Dad, you just said the house was just renovated this year." The girl shook her head and said, "As far as I know, only one large courtyard house worth 130 million yuan in West Brocade Garden was under renovation this year."

Mr. Zhou and his wife remained silent, listening quietly to their daughter's story.

"And that courtyard house, I heard, was designed by Zheng Zhong Design Studio from Hong Kong Island, costing a full 100 million. I also heard that the owner's surname is Zhang," the girl said.

Inside the car, silence fell instantly.

"No... no, it can't be a coincidence, can it?" Madam Zhou's throat was a little dry; she still didn't want to believe it.

Rather than believing that a young person could possess such wealth, it's better to believe that it's all a coincidence, all a misunderstanding.

Who could believe that?

Although her husband's family has assets worth billions, that figure is based on various fixed assets. They can certainly afford such a luxurious mansion, but it's the result of three generations of business and the accumulation of wealth over several generations.

Ten years of hard study, what makes you think you can compare to three generations of business owners?

"I don't think so." The girl's eyes gleamed with interest. "Mom and Dad, trust me, my intuition is usually right. By the way, you must have Mr. Zhang's contact information, right?"

"Contact information?" Mr. Zhou gave a wry smile and pulled out a business card from his pocket.

Business cards are simple and straightforward:

Haiqin Restaurant

Zhang Zhaohai

The phone number is below.

If you didn't know better, you'd think it was a restaurant reservation card.

"It's easy to confirm, Dad. Contact him tomorrow and pay him a visit. Uncle Zhang seems very easygoing, not the kind of person who's difficult to deal with," the girl said.

"Coming from an ordinary family, of course they're easy to get along with," Mrs. Zhou added from the side.

"Mom!" The girl hugged her mother's arm. "You're prejudiced again. Go back a few generations, who wasn't an ordinary person? There's always a generation that started from scratch."

"You're so eager, could it be... you're interested in that son they always talk about?" Mrs. Zhou asked suspiciously.

"Just curious, Mom... what if what I said comes true?"

"How could that be?" was Madam Zhou's first reaction.

"What if?" the girl asked with a smile.

"What if... what if..." Madam Zhou was speechless for a moment.

Just in case, just in case it's true.

How outstanding must they be?!

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As the Rolls-Royce drove away, Zhang Zhaohai and Song Wenqin were both puzzled.

Was this strong-willed woman someone their son had arranged to pick them up? She didn't look like someone being bossed around; rather, she seemed like a high-ranking executive who was in charge of ordering others around.

"This... Yu..." Zhang Zhaohai began.

"You can just call me Xiao Yu," Yu Kaili said quickly with a smile. "Mr. Zhang already instructed that if you two need anything, just ask Xiao Yu."

"Shall we go to Peach Blossom Spring now?" Zhang Zhaohai had long been extremely curious about his son's new property and was a little impatient.

"Okay, let's go now," Yu Kaili said, turning around with a smile.

The Rolls-Royce drove straight to Yuhang District, heading directly for Peach Blossom Spring.

Before coming, Zhang Zhaohai and his wife had mentally prepared themselves countless times for the house their son had bought.

Thinking about it...

It's nothing more than comparable to their villa in Yinghai.

Of course, despite their similar size and area, their prices will be worlds apart, since one is Yinghai in northern Jiangsu Province and the other is Hangzhou, the capital of Zhejiang Province and a new first-tier city.

They had already done their best to estimate and assess their son's abilities and financial resources.

However, when they actually arrived at the site and walked through the huge courtyard with its many courtyards, the couple were still utterly shocked and overwhelmed.

"This... this..." Zhang Zhaohai's hands trembled with excitement.

The front yard is decorated with over a hundred potted green plants...

The main courtyard with its blue bricks and gray tiles...

There's also a covered walkway, an octagonal pavilion, a landscape courtyard with shimmering water and koi carp, and an artificial hill and pond that seem to defy description...

And there are also waterside pavilions, terraces, and winding bridges...

The beauty of Chinese style is simply overwhelming.

"Isn't this just a whole garden!"

For a moment, Zhang Zhaohai seemed to transform into a wealthy merchant from ancient times, enjoying his Home and savoring the awe-inspiring sights before him.

For Zhang Zhaohai and his wife, a villa was already a luxury home. But this Chinese-style courtyard house, which resembled Home, completely shattered their understanding and challenged their worldview.

They even thought they were in some kind of garden or scenic spot, rather than their son's mansion.

But it wasn't until they passed through the main courtyard and entered the mansion, which spanned 1,500 square meters above and below ground, that they finally realized what was happening.

This isn't some tourist attraction.

It is a genuine private courtyard, a private mansion, a Chinese-style mansion belonging to his own son.

"Hiss!"

Zhang Zhaohai's eyes widened.

What I see before me... a complete set of mahogany relief furniture, golden nanmu wood display shelves, crystal-clear jade staircase, and a huge luxury stone relief in the living room... it's simply... an overwhelming aura of wealth.

Extremely extravagant... absolutely extremely extravagant.

Such immense wealth is unheard of.

"This is actually my son's house?" Zhang Zhaohai uttered a soul-stirring monologue.