What "Third Generation Merchant"? Watch Me Ten Years of Hard Study

Yu Kaili followed beside her, smiling.

It's clear that this was a surprise Mr. Zhang had prepared for his parents.

"Xiao Yu, how much did my son buy this for?" Zhang Zhaohai took a deep breath, barely suppressing the excitement in his heart, and asked.

"The purchase price at the time was probably 130 million," Yu Kaili said.

Zhang Zhaohai staggered instantly.

Yu Kaili was so frightened that she quickly stepped forward to support her.

"Then..." Zhang Zhaohai stammered, "How much was renovated here?"

"All things considered, it's a little over a hundred million," Yu Kaili added.

"My God!" Zhang Zhaohai finally went completely limp and sat down on the rosewood chair next to him.

In other words, this is a house worth over 200 million yuan.

So this is what a luxury mansion looks like?

Compared to such a grand mansion, the so-called villa at home looked like a drafty, unfinished building.

"My son... my son has actually become so accomplished!" Zhang Zhaohai's eyes widened, and the next second, he couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Although it has been overestimated time and again.

But in the end, the couple realized they had underestimated their son.

He even lowered his stance and tried to approach a wealthy person he met on the plane... he was extremely cautious the entire time...

Looking back now, what was there to be careful about?

So what if generations of business owners have billions in assets!

My son soared to great heights, his ten years of hard study paving the way for three generations of your business!

Zhang Zhaohai sat on a rosewood chair inlaid with jade, with a huge carved sandalwood screen behind him. He held onto the armrests with both hands, and for a moment, boundless ambition and heroic spirit rose in his heart.

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What Zhang Zhaohai and his wife saw was only the tip of the iceberg of this mansion.

Spanning six acres, with 900 square meters above ground and 600 square meters underground, how could one possibly grasp its full extent in a mere glance?

Yu Kaili was involved in the entire renovation process here.

So, in the following days, she took Zhang Zhaohai and his wife to look at the entire place, from top to bottom.

The complex includes an entrance hall, tea room, side hall, living room, dining room, kitchen, maid's room, driver's room, and more. The basement levels feature a swimming pool, wine cabinet, media room, gym, and various saunas and agate baths.

The backyard features a four-cornered pavilion, ancient trees, a water feature, a lotus pond, and a huge banana tree next to the pavilion.

"Only now do I realize what a house and a residence truly mean." Zhang Zhaohai and Song Wenqin sat in the octagonal pavilion, enjoying the breeze and admiring the beautiful scenery of the mountains, waters, courtyard, and koi fish swimming in the clear water, and couldn't help but sigh.

What villa? No matter how big, it's just an empty shell of space. How can it compare to the timeless charm of Chinese style?

Living and resting in such a house, generation after generation, wouldn't it become a large family that lasts for several generations?

"That's why I told you long ago, don't rush in and try to get close to everyone... that's not something we should be doing at our age. Our son has already done everything ahead of us," Song Wenqin said with a smile.

"We should just focus on expanding our restaurant and stop trying to squeeze into any high-class circles. We should just focus on building a good relationship in our hometown."

Song Wenqin's point was not to avoid making connections, but to make connections with reliable, tangible, and useful people in order to accumulate local social resources.

For example, Yinghai's competitors, upstream and downstream suppliers, local business owners, and government officials who are involved in their business...

"I must be obsessed," Zhang Zhaohai said with a shake of his head and a laugh.

The couple fell silent, completely absorbed in the moment, unwilling to utter a single word of comfort.

I don't know how much time passed...

"By the way, how did you prepare the meal?"

"Should we eat out, or buy groceries and cook?"

The couple casually mentioned it, but they noticed that not far away, Yu Kaili was directing several chefs wearing chef hats to walk in.

"Xiao Yu... what's this?" Zhang Zhaohai asked curiously.

He already knew that this was his son's subordinate. At first, Xiao Yu was a little embarrassed to call him that, but now, he was calling him that more and more naturally.

"This is Mr. Zhang's instruction. He will arrange for a chef to come to your residence to prepare your meals. You can tell me in advance what you would like to eat so that I can arrange for someone to prepare the ingredients," Yu Kaili said respectfully from the side.

"Chefs... coming to your home?" Zhang Zhaohai looked at the several chefs who were clearly of high caliber.

And their chef's uniforms... InterContinental Garden Hotel?

Did they hire a chef from a fancy hotel to come to their home?

As if sensing his gaze, the chefs all bowed slightly, their expressions humble.

"Of course, if you and your wife want to go out for sightseeing or dining out, that's fine too," Yu Kaili said with a smile. "Do whatever makes you happy, and leave everything else to me."

As evening fell, Zhang Zhaohai's hearty laughter echoed throughout the vast mansion.

On the tables inside the restaurant, a variety of exquisite ingredients were laid out, each dish a feast for the eyes, nose, and palate.

The couple sat at the table, enjoying their meal while chatting with Zhang Yang on their phones via video call.

"I never would have guessed, son, you hid such a big surprise here!" Zhang Zhaohai laughed. "Such a big house, it's a good thing your parents have strong mental fortitude, otherwise they would have been scared to death!"

"I haven't taken care of it since I bought it, I have no idea what it looks like now," Zhang Yang explained in the video.

"You're too carefree! A mansion that cost hundreds of millions, you don't care? You've forgotten about it?" Zhang Zhaohai exclaimed in surprise. "Son, just how big has your business grown?! Big enough that you don't even care about a mansion worth hundreds of millions?"

"It's hard to say. Anyway, for me now, money is just a number," Zhang Yang said with a smile.

The couple fell silent for a moment, exchanging bewildered glances.

How big must a business be to dare to make such a bold statement?

"That's all, Mom and Dad. Just enjoy yourselves. If you need anything, just ask Xiao Yu," Zhang Yang said. "By the way, have fun."

A moment later, the video cut out.

The couple ate their meal, pondering the profound meaning behind their son's words.

"Huh? This phone?"

The phone on the table suddenly rang.

Zhang Zhaohai glanced at it, then suddenly looked up in utter astonishment.

"What's wrong?" Song Wenqin asked curiously.

"It's... Mr. Zhou on the phone," Zhang Zhaohai said as he answered the phone.

"Yes, Mr. Zhou, good evening."

"Tomorrow?"

"Convenient, convenient, welcome, welcome!"

After a moment, Zhang Zhaohai put down his phone.

"Why did you call so often this week?" Song Wenqin asked curiously from the side.

"Mr. Zhou just called to say he'd like to visit tomorrow and asked if it would be convenient," Zhang Zhaohai said with a smile. "He's probably curious about our house in Peach Blossom Spring and wants to check out our family's situation. Well then, come on over."

He didn't believe he had anything that made him worth befriending.

They've simply come to test the waters.

OK...

At this moment, with a top-tier luxury mansion by his side and his son backing him up, he naturally exudes boundless pride and confidence.

When you face them again, everything is different.

"We naturally welcome any guests who wish to visit," Song Wenqin said with a slight smile.

That night, Zhang Zhaohai and Song Wenqin naturally enjoyed the boundless world of this traditional Chinese courtyard house.

After dinner, take a walk in the courtyard, enjoy the evening breeze, admire the flowers, and gaze at the moon.

After digesting your food, go for a swim in the pool, or after swimming, go for a sauna and spa treatment, or watch a movie for two at the rooftop cinema.

I just go to sleep when I'm tired.

These days are so comfortable, it's like being in paradise.

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The next morning, Zhang Zhaohai had Yu Kaili deliver the gifts for the guests.

While we're at it, let's prepare lunch.

Coming to Hangzhou is a favor, so out of politeness, guests should stay for a meal before leaving.

Around nine o'clock in the morning, a Bentley Mulsanne was parked outside.

A moment later, Mr. Zhou and his family of three got out of the car.

Mr. and Mrs. Zhou, and their daughter whom they had met briefly yesterday.

"Welcome, welcome!" Zhang Zhaohai laughed heartily, and he and Song Wenqin went out to greet them. "Come in, please come in!"

Mr. and Mrs. Zhou looked up at the entrance, still somewhat bewildered.

"Hello, Uncle Zhang." The girl from yesterday, pulling her parents along, greeted him with a smile, "I forgot to introduce myself yesterday. My name is Zhou Shuhan."

"Hello, Xiao Zhou." Zhang Zhaohai nodded with a smile.

The group stepped into the front yard and then into the main courtyard, feeling the breathtaking beauty of the garden and the overwhelming sense of awe.

As Zhou Shuhan read, she nodded gently to her parents.

The meaning is quite clear.

This is it!

"With its antique charm and picturesque scenery, Peach Blossom Spring's Chinese-style courtyard house truly represents the pinnacle of Chinese luxury residences in China." Zhou Shuhan jogged around, admiring the view, then turned back and asked, "Uncle Zhang, I heard from people in the industry that the renovation here cost 100 million yuan, right?"

"I don't know about that. My son arranged everything; we weren't involved," Zhang Zhaohai said with a shake of his head and a smile.

Mr. and Mrs. Zhou walked with their hands behind their backs, barely saying a word.

In reality, a storm was raging inside him.

It's true... what they said is actually true!

The mansion their son bought is indeed that Chinese-style luxury house worth 130 million yuan, so the renovation must have cost at least 100 million yuan.

Look at this overwhelming Chinese style, this enormous landscape courtyard, the koi in the pond...

Oh, and...

They couldn't help but look at Mr. and Mrs. Zhang.

Especially Mr. Zhang.

The other person had a red glow on their face, a loud voice, and an indescribable aura.

Although the other party was very polite and courteous, it was obvious that their attitude towards them was fundamentally different from yesterday.

Yesterday, there was still a sense of humility and awe towards these generations of business families.

But today, all that's left is politeness.

Stepping into the pavilions and towers, and entering the main building, one is immediately struck by its extravagance.

Mr. Zhou glanced at it quickly and couldn't help but be surprised.

Judging from the style and scale of this renovation, it's not far off, even if it wasn't worth a hundred million.

What kind of son did this couple have?!

Mrs. Zhou, who was standing to the side, also remained silent, not mentioning again what she had said yesterday.

I have all of this through my own efforts.

This is not just some young talent, but a rare genius, an exceptional individual.

To put it bluntly, even if Zhang's son is short and ugly, it can't hide his brilliance or his excellence. He is still the perfect husband and son-in-law in other people's eyes.

Watching her little princess fawn over the Zhang couple, asking them all sorts of questions, calling them "Uncle" and "Auntie" this and "Uncle" and "Auntie" that, she couldn't help but sigh softly.

"Uncle Zhang, I heard about this place last year and was always curious about what it would look like. I never expected to finally see it today, and it is truly magnificent." Zhou Shuhan couldn't help but exclaim, "Your son has never been here before?"

"No, no, he bought it and just left it here. He's really careless." Zhang Zhaohai quickly waved his hand. "So, it turns out his own parents have to come and stay here for him, to keep the place lively."

"A man's ambition lies in all corners of the world," Zhou Shuhan said with a soft laugh.

Zhang Zhaohai invited the Zhou family of three to sit down for tea and a chat... and then he discovered...

This family, with assets worth billions, seems to be just like that.

The perception that someone is superior is largely a preconceived notion, a subconscious filter applied to them.

Beneath the veil of mystery, it's nothing special.

"Come, come, have some tea." His tone became increasingly casual, and his every move was natural and unrestrained, without a trace of the restraint he once felt when facing such a family.

Mr. Zhou seemed to be doing well, and his demeanor was quite composed.

Madam Zhou, on the other hand, was used to being fawned over in public and private, and her arrogance was deeply ingrained. Now that their roles had reversed and she was in someone else's territory, she naturally felt somewhat uncomfortable.

She drank two cups of tea without saying a word the entire time.

"By the way, Mr. Zhou, you said you'd come all this way, why did you bring anything?" Zhang Zhaohai glanced at the gifts the Zhou family had brought as guests and said with a smile, "You must stay for lunch and have a couple of drinks."

"Coming to our door is already abrupt enough, so perhaps we shouldn't have this meal?" Mr. Zhou said tactfully.

"Since you're already here, I've had everything prepared." Zhang Zhaohai pointed to the chefs filing in with ingredients in the distance. "It's a rare trip for you to come all this way. You can't just leave without eating. Mr. Zhou, you can't expect me to be impolite, can you?"

"Well... alright, then we'll stay and have dinner before we leave." Mr. Zhou glanced at his wife beside him. "Let's postpone what we need to do this afternoon."

"Everything's arranged," Madam Zhou muttered, but still nodded without saying anything more.

At lunchtime, the restaurant was filled with delicacies from land and sea, as well as seasonal specialties.

Zhang Zhaohai opened a bottle of fine wine, acting like a host, pouring and urging others to drink, his face flushed and his voice booming.

"Uncle has a good capacity for alcohol," Zhou Shuhan said with a smile.

"I drink less now, focusing on health," Zhang Zhaohai said with a smile. "It's not like when I was younger."

"Then your son must be a good drinker too."

"Him? He comes with cigarettes and alcohol. A man who doesn't smoke or drink is wasting his life," Zhang Zhaohai said casually. "As for drinking capacity, I can't even hold a fraction of what my son can."

In an instant, it was at his lips.

The image of a businessman who is inseparable from cigarettes and alcohol, corrupted by wine, women, wealth, and power, immediately comes to mind.

But to be honest, Mr. Zhou wasn't surprised.

How could a young person of this age, with such achievements, not be a master of social drinking and networking?

Zhou Shuhan, standing to the side, looked slightly disappointed upon hearing this.

It was as if something beautiful had been shattered.