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Chapter 1620 Capture
As the saying goes, money is a person's courage, and wealth is the seed of riches.

Nowadays, there aren't many second-rate people left; they can easily come up with tens of thousands of yuan in cash. He followed Wang Yan around and broadened his horizons. He managed hundreds or even thousands of people under his command, and he encountered officials everywhere he went. All of this must have changed his thinking.

The overall improvement in self-confidence is the fundamental reason for Erqiang's transformation.

They ate and drank until evening, and then everyone dispersed. Wang Yan and Erqiang sat in the courtyard smoking and chatting.

"How's it going with Master Ma?"

"Oh, that's alright."

Wang Yan sensed Erqiang's vagueness and said with a smile, "Asleep? What's next? Any plans?"

"Of course it's marriage!" Erqiang said with a smile. "I've already thought it through. I'll find an opportunity to talk to my older brother this year, and then we'll get the marriage certificate. We won't hold any formalities, so as not to upset my older brother and my dad and cause them any more trouble."

"What did Master Ma say?"

“She said she would listen to me and that she didn’t ask for anything else, just to raise her son. She’s gotten along well with her son in the past six months. Before, she didn’t like me at all, but after I bought him snacks, toys, and clothes, he’s finally become closer to me.”

"That's because Master Ma was playing the bad guy to take care of you, didn't you see that?"

Ma Suqin also works at the company, as a regional manager, just like Simei. In other words, the entire Jinling market is divided in two, with each of them responsible for half. With hundreds of stores open and several new stores opening every day, Ma Suqin's income is naturally quite substantial. She has no shortage of money for her son's various expenses; all of Ma Suqin's money is spent on her child.

"I'm not a child, of course I know. Just let the kid accept it." Erqiang waved his hand dismissively. "Right now, I'm thinking about how to tell my older brother about this. Wang Yan, can you help me think of a way?"

"What's the best way to solve this? It's not that Master Ma is a bad person, it's just that he's old, he's been married before, and he has a young son. It's not good for him to marry you. That's the problem. What can be done to solve it? You might as well just make it a fait accompli and get pregnant first."

"What about our family's reputation..."

Wang Yan clicked his tongue: "President Qiang, are you out of your mind? In other people's eyes, your marriage to Master Ma is a shameful thing. You've already lost face, why would you care about losing even more face? You're so determined to marry Master Ma, but we're not having a banquet, it's just a marriage certificate. If you secretly got the certificate and didn't say anything, no one would know. What does it matter if you're pregnant or not?"

"Can it be done?"

"It's you who's on good terms with Master Ma, not me. Whether it works or not is up to you. I've done everything I could." Wang Yan exhaled smoke softly.

Now that things are better, they smoke Zhonghua cigarettes. Unlike before, when Erqiang would buy the cigarettes and he'd smoke a couple. Although he could afford them before, he always kept a low profile. Now that everyone around knows they're rich, it doesn't matter anymore.

Erqiang let out a long breath, then threw the cigarette butt on the ground and crushed it out.

"If my older brother tries to hit me, you absolutely have to stop him, otherwise he might really kill me."

"You're overthinking it. Brother Yicheng is the most soft-hearted. At worst, he'll just kick you a couple of times and slap you a couple of times. Besides, you're a big boss now, so Brother Yicheng definitely won't want you to lose face. So the most likely thing is that he'll just symbolically beat you up, and after we stop him, he'll just scold you a few times."

Wang Yan sighed, "Let's get back to the matter of your Qiao family's reputation. Right now, what's more prestigious than being rich? The richest man in Sha Mao Lane, who can compare to that prestige?"

“That’s true!” Erqiang clapped his hands. “I’ll get my marriage certificate with my master tomorrow! Oh, wait, Wang Yan, I’m not old enough. I’m only twenty, two years too young.”

"Will this delay your business?" Wang Yan glanced at him.

Erqiang paused for a moment, smiled sheepishly, and then said, "Wang Yan, you know a lot of people, can you help me find a place? If I don't have the means, that's one thing, but now that I do, I can't keep renting, right?"

"I say you have a point. Is it an apartment building or a single-story house?"

Erqiang thought for a moment and said, "Let's stick with bungalows. I remember you said before that Jinling is going to develop and there will definitely be demolitions. You have a lot of connections and information, so let's buy a house like this. We can make a profit later. There's no rush for apartments. Didn't you say you were going to build houses for our company's employees?"

"That will take several years."

"It doesn't matter. I'm so busy right now, and I don't spend much time at home. I just sleep in. I'll make do for a few years and save up some money. We'll talk about it later."

Wang Yan nodded with a smile: "Okay, I'll contact them for you tomorrow and try to finalize the house this week."

Erqiang's change is obvious to the naked eye. As for whether Erqiang's feelings for Ma Suqin will change in the future, Wang Yan doesn't care.

Faced with various temptations, how many people can truly remain unmoved? He, Wang, has also reached where he is today step by step, and only then has he developed his strong and resilient will. This is because he has already indulged himself, tasted and seen the world, and naturally, he has become free from flattery.

Now that the situation has fallen to the two strongest players, how they develop and what choices they make are all understandable...

At least for now, Erqiang has not gone against his original idea.

The next day, Wang Yan contacted someone and had them take Erqiang to see houses. Erqiang was decisive now and deeply understood the principle of earning more money in the future, so he didn't hesitate much. After visiting several houses over two days, he settled on a large courtyard house, even though the owner was going abroad.

After decorating and tidying up, and buying furniture and appliances, Erqiang moved in with Ma Suqin and her son. Meanwhile, Wang Yan and Sanli, having completed military training, officially began their university life.

Wang Yan and Sanli both chose to live on campus, which would make studying and living more convenient. Although the school was not far from home, there was still a distance, and traveling back and forth always took time.

The person who reacted the most to Wang Yan and Sanli going to university and living on campus was Lao Qiao. Although the old man was never home at night, either playing mahjong or going out drinking, he still had to eat at home eventually.

Now things are fine. Wang Yan, Sanli, and Yicheng are all living at school, only coming back every few days to have a meal together. Erqiang has already started living with his good mentor, using his busy work schedule as an excuse not to come home. Simei is lazy; although she can cook, she has so much money and is indeed very busy with work that she has no interest in cooking and always eats out.

As a result, the once lively and cheerful Qiao family home suddenly became quiet, and Old Qiao became an elderly person left behind.

The old man never cared about these things before, after all, that's how he was as a father. But now that he's actually home alone and nobody pays attention to him, he's started to feel lost.

As a result, the old man, who used to frequently miss dinner, now gets together every few days without fail, though he always grumbles about it during meals...

“You’ve all grown up, but you can’t forget your old man. You tell me, I, Qiao Zuwang, have five children, and now I’m only in my fifties, and I’m all alone? I don’t see a single person every day…”

Qiao Zuwang drank his wine and spoke in a rather pitiful manner.

Si Mei looked disgusted: "Dad, I'm still staying at home, and I haven't seen you last night. Don't you go drinking and playing mahjong with people every day after get off work and not come home until midnight? Sometimes you're not even home for several days at a time."

"How dare you say that? If you don't cook for me, what am I supposed to do back home? I might as well just eat at someone else's house and play mahjong."

"Then what are you saying?" Yicheng glanced at his father. "You talk like you're so pitiful. Erqiang and Simei have given you a lot of money, you..."

"What do you mean 'not short'? They earn ten thousand yuan a month outside, but they only give their old man a few dozen yuan. Is that reasonable?"

"So you've finally revealed your true colors, haven't you? You just want more money! You're still working, earning a few dozen yuan a month. Sanli and Simei each give you thirty, which adds up to a little over a hundred yuan, and you spend every last penny. You even secretly ask Sanli for a few dozen yuan every month. What are you trying to do? Huh?"

"How dare you talk to me like that? I raised you all these years, and now you're making a fortune, and you're not even willing to repay me? Besides, this has nothing to do with you. I'm talking to Erqiang and Simei! You've studied so much, but I haven't seen you bring any money home." Yicheng laughed angrily: "You raised us all these years? What have you done? We're grateful that you didn't let us freeze or starve to death. Now that Erqiang and Simei are making money, we'll give you some money every month. If you lose your job in the future, keeping you from freezing or starving to death is already fulfilling our filial duty. What more do you want? Don't you have any shame? When they were sick, did you ever care? Did you ever attend any parent-teacher conferences...?"

Yi Cheng unleashed his full power, relentlessly attacking his father without holding back, sweeping away his father's face like autumn leaves in the wind.

Qiao Zuwang slammed his hand on the table.

"What are you doing?" Ichisei shouted angrily.

"You think I can't bang on the table and you won't let me?" Qiao Zuwang was exasperated, and poured himself a drink. "Oh dear, I can't count on my children. Everyone says the Qiao family has made a fortune, the richest family in Sha Mao Lane, but who knew that I, the head of the family, can't even pull out a hundred yuan from my pocket..."

Seeing Yicheng's suppressed anger, Wang Yan said, "Uncle Qiao, I think you should say less. Otherwise, the money Erqiang and Simei gave you will only be twenty later. Do you think you'll lose out?"

"How can prices go up and then down? This is utterly lawless!" Old Qiao shouted, his voice trembling with fear, but seeing that none of his children paid him any attention, he reluctantly shut up.

He then turned to Wang Yan and said, "You're the best, Wang Yan. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't even know what Moutai tastes like."

"Hey, Uncle Qiao, don't say that. How about we drink Shuang Gou next time?"

"I don't care, but can you not drink? I've known for a while that you know how to enjoy yourself, so I'm benefiting from your generosity."

"You've been involved in this much more than I have," Ichisei snorted.

Qiao Zuwang snorted, but ultimately didn't argue anymore: "I won't stoop to your level."

And so, the meal was finished happily.

Yes, happy. Even when Yicheng and Lao Qiao argued and got angry, no one took Lao Qiao seriously. Yicheng was the same; he got angry quickly, but he also got over it just as quickly, because he never had any high expectations for his biological father.

After finishing their meal and chatting for a while, they left the Qiao family and parted ways.

Seeing Erqiang pedaling his bicycle in another direction, Yicheng asked, "Aren't you going back?"

"Ah, brother, I have some things to take care of, so I'll sleep at the company tonight." Erqiang gave a casual excuse and rode away on his motorcycle.

"Are you guys that busy right now?" Yicheng asked Wang Yan again.

“It’s always been like this. Now, no matter how I go to the company, he does all the work, so he’s even more tired. I can still see him these days, but he has to go out of town again in a few days. Goodbye, brother.”

Wang Yan got on the bicycle, Sanli sat on the back seat, said goodbye to Yicheng, and then left.

After looking left and right, Kazushige got on his bicycle and left...

Upon arriving at his home, Wang Yan took a sip of well water. Sanli wandered around the house, picking up unwashed clothes, before coming out and frowning at Wang Yan.

"That's not right, Wang Yan. My second brother's room doesn't look like anyone lives there. It's been the same every time I've been here; nothing inside seems to have been touched. Tell me the truth, is there some kind of secret?"

Wang Yan pulled her into his arms and sat her on his lap: "Brother Qiang really doesn't live here anymore."

"Where does he live?" Sanli asked, then immediately realized what she meant and widened her eyes in surprise, "His master?"

"Yes, we moved in together last month."

"Oh dear, why didn't you tell me?"

"I was keeping Brother Qiang's secret, wasn't I?"

"Then why are you saying it now?"

Wang Yan pressed his face against hers: "Now that you know, I certainly won't hide it from you anymore."

"Get out of here! It smells like alcohol, it's awful!"

"Then you should have some too." Wang Yan kissed him directly on the lips.

At first, Sanli refused, but gradually she became immersed in it and responded clumsily and enthusiastically.

In the midst of this back-and-forth exchange, the pleasant autumn temperature seemed to have vanished, replaced by the scorching heat of summer. It was truly hot. People were drenched in sweat, their hearts burning with rage, unable to contain themselves.

In fact, it had been over a thousand years since Wang Yan last met Sanli. For Wang Yan's long life, that was roughly when he was still in kindergarten; she was one of the earliest figures in his life.

Looking back now, I realize that he was narrow-minded back then, unable to accept Sanli, which caused the two to go their separate ways. Meeting her again more than a thousand years later truly evokes a unique feeling.

"You are bad!"

Sanli seemed to be drunk, her eyes glazed over, yet she didn't forget to pat the culprit.

"It's like I'm about to marry into your Qiao family. This is a perfectly natural progression." Wang Yantian was shameless and had no sense of propriety.

"I feel like it's all so unreal, like we just met yesterday."

“I’m different from you; I was thinking about today yesterday.”

Sanli snuggled against Wang Yan in his arms: "Have you thought about the day after tomorrow?"

"Not only that, I've thought about the day after tomorrow, the day after that, the day after that... I've thought about the distant future, and we're both doing really well."

"Grumpy."

Do you like it?

"I love it!" Sanli chuckled and hugged Wang Yan tightly.

This is a sweet autumn, an autumn of harvest...

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