Yu Kaili stood to one side, keeping them company with a smile.
It was obvious that this place was a surprise Mr. Zhang had prepared for his parents.
"Xiao Yu, how much did my son pay for this place back then?" Zhang Zhaohai took a deep breath and barely managed to suppress the turmoil in his heart as he asked.
"When he bought it... it should have been 130 million." Yu Kaili replied.
Zhang Zhaohai staggered at once.
Yu Kaili was so startled that she hurried forward to steady him.
"Then, then..." Zhang Zhaohai stammered. "Then how much did the renovations here... cost?"
"All told, a little over 100 million." Yu Kaili said again.
"My God!" Zhang Zhaohai finally went completely limp and dropped onto a yellow rosewood chair nearby.
In other words, this house was worth more than 200 million.
So this was what a luxury residence was?
Compared to such a massive mansion and courtyard, the so-called villa back home was like an unfinished shell that leaked drafts from every direction.
"My son... my son has actually made it this far!" Zhang Zhaohai's eyes widened, and the next second, he could not help bursting into loud laughter.
Though they had repeatedly overestimated him before.
In the end, the couple realized that they had still underestimated their own son.
On the plane, he had encountered a wealthy man and immediately lowered his stance, trying to get close to him... being cautious the entire time...
Looking back now, cautious my ass!
So what if their family had been in business for generations and possessed billions in assets!
My son had soared into the heavens—his ten years of hard study were meant to crush your family's three generations in business!
Seated on the jade-inlaid yellow rosewood chair, with a massive carved