Huh? Isn't this an adventure kingdom building game?!-Chapter 185: Wealth Not Returned Home

Sure enough, the news that Jiang Yuan drove a luxury car spread quickly. Before lunch was even on the table, two groups of relatives showed up wanting to borrow money.

"Forget the ’wealth not returning home is like wearing fine clothes at night’; these days it’s all about ’poor don’t visit relatives, rich don’t return home’!" Watching his parents dismiss two groups of people with the same rhetoric, Jiang Yuan muttered under his breath.

In novels, the pretentious face-slapping of the suddenly rich is fake. The truth is when word gets out you’ve made money, even those you barely know come hoping to snag some cash.

And seeing their mannerisms and excuses, it’s highly likely they never intended to pay back.

Luckily, the plan this time was to keep a low profile doing big things, without putting on a show or splurging on branded clothes or shoes just for kicks. So anyone coming to borrow money saw him dressed plainly, using an old phone worth two thousand yuan, and immediately believed his parents’ story.

"Jiang, next time you come home, don’t drive someone else’s car again. Look at all the commotion it’s caused."

Song Yuexiu hung up the phone half-laughing, pointing at her senior phone and complaining: "During the New Year, I asked a matchmaker to introduce you to someone. They started with a 300 yuan deposit, saying there are few young girls in the village these days. If we want to arrange a meeting, we have to first pay a viewing deposit. Whether it works out or not, just seeing someone costs 50 yuan phone fee.

Now it’s good; I don’t know who spread the rumor that you’re making big money and came back driving a Mercedes. In no time, two matchmakers called me, all eager to introduce someone for you."

Jiang Yuan was explaining to his dad how incense making made money, hoping they would accept he now had wealth, not needing to stay in the village looking after a few acres and some fruits and nuts for hard living.

Listening to his mom’s complaints, he corrected himself earnestly: "Mom, although that car was my friend’s, I really have made a lot of money now.

The village isn’t convenient for transportation; everyone likes to gossip over any trivial matter. Would you prefer living in the county or city? Let’s go check out houses after lunch and I’ll buy you one."

"Made a little money, and you’re already dreaming big?" Jiang JianShe tapped his head, "Buying a house costs hundreds of thousands! It’s not some big radish you can just buy like that."

He thought when his son said he had money, it meant maybe having ten thousand, enough for a down payment.

But Jiang JianShe had often heard folks in the village mention consuming lower price levels in short videos — many were overwhelmed by house and car loans, and some even took drastic steps like suicide out of stress.

He was not keen on his young son taking on a loan for 20-30 years just to live in the county for the sake of pride. Living indebtedly is hard.

Song Yuexiu nodded in agreement, "You have money and want to invest in your own city apartment and can use that for future matchmaking conversations that you own a house.

We have no skill at earning money and can only save a little through frugality to give you some support.

We’ve lived most of our life in this village, and can’t get used to living in city buildings. Besides, the house is old but doesn’t leak or crack. I think farming and raising chickens, ducks, and geese in the village is quite nice."

"Mom, I really have enough money to pay the full amount now!" Jiang Yuan didn’t want to rack his brain concocting stories to deceive his parents, but didn’t expect them to worry so much.

Thinking over this, to prove he wasn’t bragging, he showed his parents his mobile banking balance message.

"Jiang Yuan, tell me the truth." Jiang JianShe put on his glasses and counted several times with a serious expression, "Earlier you talked with me about these herbs, what exactly are you up to to make money?

Though I didn’t go to school long, I’m not foolish — when money comes quick, it’s usually written in the penal code."

"And about the car you drove!" Song Yuexiu narrowed her eyes after seeing the balance number, "Just looking at the number plate tells it’s not some ordinary wealthy person. Last month when you called, you mentioned working a new job. In such short time, selling all your gold wouldn’t fetch such amount. What have you been up to out there?"

The revealed balance clearly stunned his ordinary and honest parents, leaving Jiang Yuan knowing that he was in a tough spot whether to lie or not.

Thus, he got up, closed the door, and spoke solemnly with a lowered voice: "I didn’t say before because I was afraid it might scare you. This money wasn’t earned through regular business. I... opened my celestial eye, could see things others couldn’t, those..."

Song Yuexiu was startled and gasped, "You have a psychic ability? Such a big matter, why didn’t you discuss it with us?"

"I’m not a psychic nor do I perform rituals." He laughed helplessly, explaining: "Just suddenly woke up and could see things beyond ordinary vision, and just helped a wealthy businessman with a small problem. They are exceedingly affluent, handed over a house without thinking twice.

I figured I’d have a house and a car, and could often come back to stay a few days. Just look at those relatives earlier, imagine gossiping how they might exaggerate things given minor disturbance.

If you are uncomfortable living in the city, we can take steps starting with a small courtyard in the county. It’ll be convenient for me when returning home to stay."

Even though they remained anxious, at least the couple didn’t worry the origins of their son’s wealth were unclear. The family of three had lunch and headed straight to the county.

"Back in the day, Liangzi married before the New Year and bought a house in this community, seven thousand per square meter, cost seventy thousand." As they drove to the edge of the county, Jiang JianShe pointed nearby at a residential area: "Many from our village have bought houses here, saying it’s convenient for children going to school."

Jiang Yuan glanced at the densely packed pigeonholes and shook his head in disapproval, "My mom is attached to her vegetable garden and home-reared chickens. We won’t buy such high-rise apartments, but look for a big house with a yard.

The spacing between buildings is too close; elevator floors have poor lighting on low levels and accessing higher floors gets cumbersome with elevators. Occasionally during power outages, going downstairs becomes difficult. Now that we have money, let’s go all out and directly buy a high-end community."

Living in grand flat residences in major cities, he couldn’t let his parents live in low-quality high-rises of a small county, at least with good surroundings and a multi-level or villa.

Before returning home, he searched online about the county’s real estate. Nowadays, city housing prices have gradually dropped, but county ones remain firm, mysteriously selling at seven to eight thousand per square yet many rush to buy.

He could only marvel at how there were still many wealthy people, seemingly genuinely poor being only his own family.

"Welcome to Shengshi Court Sales Office, we sell fully furnished ready houses, what you see is what you get. What type of layout would you like to see?"

When the Mercedes G-Class parked up front, security officers in uniform immediately saluted, and sales staff in professional suits came out beaming.

"Hey? Aren’t you... Jiang Yuan? Old classmate!" The sales agent ran over in high heels, and upon clearly seeing the young man closing the car door, was quite delighted, "I’m Zhang Yitong! You didn’t come to last year’s class reunion, now I see staying in the big city made you wealthy!"

Having avoided all familiar gathering spots, he unexpectedly encountered a high school classmate in the sales office.

Jiang Yuan’s heart skipped a beat, maintaining a gentle smile, thinking hopefully she had matured through her work, wasn’t as loud as before.

Otherwise, even rarely contacting high school classmates might spring out now.

As they entered the hall, viewed the model, understood about the housing prices, layouts, and before they could check out the community environment together, Jiang Yuan saw the long silent high school WeChat group buzzing with activity.

Clicked open: dang, when did Zhang Yitong take a photo of the G-Class, posted it in the group directly!

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