Su Jinnian immediately said, "Uncle Han, I’ve always wanted to open a tea house. How about I buy a place and you help me design a renovation similar to this one?"
It was a small matter. Han Zheng responded with a smile, "Of course. You go ahead and secure the place, and once you do, I’ll help you with the design."
Su Jinnian, unable to contain his excitement, agreed, "I’ll go look for one right away."
Everyone assumed he would use their own family property and didn’t say much more. But, to everyone’s dismay, at dinner he announced, "I’ve already bought the place, on Yangliu Street."
Shen Ci’s eyebrows twitched, "Which number?"
Even the composed Han Zheng couldn’t help frowning, "How unfortunate is that?"
Meng Chuyue twitched the corners of her mouth, "How much did it cost?"
"Two hundred and forty thousand."
"Did you complete the transfer procedures?"
As Su Jinnian initially did not notice the odd reactions of the three, he asked puzzledly, "What’s wrong? Do you guys have a feud with that landlord? Or is it a haunted house?"
"Neither," Shen Ci briefly explained the situation and concluded, "We’re new here and worried he might be troublesome, but you’re a big shot around here, no need to worry."
Su Jinnian said, "You say that, but you folks have uncanny luck. The things you don’t take a liking to scare me, so maybe I should just sell it? Or just leave it vacant."
Han Zheng patted his shoulder, "No worries, let’s go check it out tomorrow."
He actually wanted Erhu to recognize the place and the people, then keep a watch there.
Su Jinnian nodded, "No worries, it’s just a few hundred thousand, if it’s wasted then so be it."
He said that, but was still annoyed about spending an extra twenty thousand on the house, knowing the issue wasn’t just about the money.
They were treating him like a fool—a sucker.
Even if the house had no issues, he felt the need to get back at them.
Su Jinnian was never one to hold his tongue.
Feeling upset, Su Jinnian went to rest early.
Han Zheng, Meng Chuyue, Shen Ci, and Zhao Xiaoxin continued discussing the grand opening of the Medicinal Food Hall set for two days later.
Just as they were getting into the discussion, Han Zheng’s phone suddenly rang.
After listening to the call, Han Zheng told everyone, "The steward of the family estate informed me that we’ve been burglarized. And not just any burglary, they knocked the steward and others unconscious and practically ransacked the place. If I’m not wrong, they were searching for some hidden treasure."
Meng Chuyue pursed her lips, "What do you plan to do? Going back to handle it?"
"No need, I’ve decided to sell the old estate."
The Han Family’s ancestral treasures had always been kept in Han Zheng’s storage space.
There wasn’t much of value in the old Han Family estate.
Others thought it was the root of the Han Family and that Han Zheng couldn’t bear to let it go, but they didn’t know that Han Zheng’s hometown wasn’t in Hai City, nor in Imperial, but a small town in the south.
Han Zheng initially lost his memory there.
Meng Chuyue also knew this and did not object.
Shen Ci was clever and knew Han Zheng must have a good reason for his decision, so he kept silent.
Zhao Xiaoxin wanted to give her opinion but was too timid to speak up.
Thus, the matter was simply settled.
Han Zheng immediately called the steward about his decision, then called Muxuan and Mooyun, asking them to handle the affairs of the old Han estate.
Muxuan and Mooyun were equally shocked upon hearing Han Zheng’s decision.
It wasn’t the sale of the old Han estate that surprised them but that Han Zheng appeared to be settling down in Imperial.
If he wasn’t planning to settle in Imperial, why else would he sell the old Han estate?
After discussing briefly, Muxuan said, "Dad, does this mean you’re not planning on coming back?"