Now that they've all been reborn, who wouldn't be living life to the fullest?

At this moment, in a two-bedroom apartment in a residential area of ​​the county, Su Yue looked at his wife Wang Xuemei, whose face was full of worry, and cursed in frustration:

"What's wrong with you? You've looked so pale these past few days."

"It's nothing, it's just..."

Lately, Wang Xuemei has been feeling uneasy. She looked at her husband and said worriedly,

"Su Yifeng is now eighteen years old, the age to inherit the estate. If he inherits it, what will we eat and drink in the future?"

Her eyes darted around and she said, "Do you think we can lie to him, sign an inheritance transfer contract, and give us this money?"

Let's give him another 100,000... never mind, let's just give him 50,000. He can do some part-time jobs while he's in college, and we'll let him use it until he graduates.

Actually, I'm doing this for his own good. Think about it! He's only eighteen years old; having so much money on him will definitely lead him astray.

Su Yue pondered for a moment and realized that his wife's words made a lot of sense; he had also thought about it in his mind.

If an 18-year-old has over a million yuan in his pocket, anyone would go astray!

And he's a boy! What if he gets AIDS from partying all the time?

I have about 50,000 yuan on me!

I did all this for my nephew's own good! After all, he's my own nephew!

Su Yue patted his chest and said, "I'll go to the law firm tomorrow and get a transfer agreement. Then we'll figure out how to get him to sign it!"

In his view, Su Yifeng had always been submissive in front of him, doing whatever he was asked to do. Getting him to sign a contract this time would not be an easy task!

At worst, you can tell him that it's not safe for a young person to carry more than a million yuan. Keep 50,000 yuan for him, and keep the rest for him. You can return it to him when he gets married.

Children don't have that many tricks up their sleeves; he planned everything out perfectly!

……

The next morning, Su Yifeng woke up leisurely in the hotel bed. After washing up and having breakfast, he received a call from Director Zhao Jianping, whose tone was clearly a little off.

Tell Su Yifeng to come to the county police station as soon as possible; someone wants to see him.

Su Yifeng knew perfectly well who wanted to see him; his purpose this time was to meet this high-ranking official—Chen Weimin, the provincial party secretary.

Considering you saved his daughter—such an immense favor—and all you want in return is for him to help you inherit his estate ahead of time, doesn't it feel like using a cannon to kill a mosquito?

There's no other way; this is the only way to get him to inherit the estate quickly, given the current timeframe. The World Cup ends in about ten days.

Having missed this opportunity to get rich quick, who knows when such a good chance will come again? Besides, some opportunities can't be made with just a million dollars.

Otherwise, he really wouldn't be willing to use this favor in this kind of situation.

When Su Yifeng arrived at the county police station, he saw Director Zhao Jianping waiting for him outside from afar. Seeing that Su Yifeng was still walking over unhurriedly, Director Zhao quickly stepped forward, grabbed Su Yifeng, and hurried towards his office.

As he walked, he said, "You little rascal, didn't I tell you there's someone very important waiting for you? Why are you still dawdling here? Remember not to say anything carelessly later."

Seeing Su Yifeng nod seriously, Zhao Jianping knocked on the office door. Soon, a dignified voice from inside came out, consisting of only two words.

"Please come in."

Upon hearing this, Su Yifeng didn't mince words and pushed the door open to enter.

"Click—" The door closed.

In the office, there were two men. One was a middle-aged man who looked to be around fifty years old, with slightly graying temples but full of energy. He was sitting behind his desk looking at the documents in his hands.

This person is none other than Chen Weimin, the Party Secretary of Jiangxi Province.

Standing respectfully beside him was a man in his thirties wearing gold-rimmed glasses, who gave off an air of shrewdness and competence. He was Chen Weimin's secretary, surnamed Sun.

Hearing the door open, Chen Weimin had just finished reading the document in his hand, signed it with a pen, and handed it to his secretary, Sun, who took it with both hands and placed it on the pile of documents on her desk.

After doing all this, Chen Weimin stood up, walked from behind his desk to Su Yifeng, with Secretary Sun standing a step away from him. Chen Weimin smiled kindly and took the initiative to reach out and shake hands with Su Yifeng.

"Thank you so much! I'm so incredibly grateful!!! If you hadn't saved my daughter, I can't even imagine what would have happened."

As Chen Weimin spoke, he thought of his daughter, who was still lying in a coma in the hospital, and the firsthand account of his daughter's experience last night given by his subordinates, and his eyes welled up with tears.

Upon realizing this, Secretary Sun immediately lowered his head.

Chen Luoling is Chen Weimin's daughter, born when he was in his thirties, and his only descendant. His first wife passed away unexpectedly when Chen Luoling was in junior high school.

Because of his work, Chen Weimin could only see his daughter a few times a year, so Chen Luoling had to live with her grandparents in their hometown. Therefore, Chen Weimin always felt a deep sense of guilt towards Chen Luoling.

"Uncle Chen, you're too kind. Not to mention that Luo Ling and I are students at the same school, even if she were a stranger, I would save her without hesitation."

Su Yifeng was righteous and spoke eloquently.

Chen Weimin released his grip, wiped his eyes, patted Su Yifeng's shoulder, and praised, "Good boy!"

Then, he took out a bank card and a simple business card and stuffed them into Su Yifeng's hand.

"I know you saved my daughter, and I can never thank you enough. This bank card is a small token of my gratitude, and this business card is for you to call if you ever need anything. I'll do everything I can to help you."

Seeing that Su Yifeng was about to say something, Chen Weimin said again, "Please accept this. It's the only way I, as an incompetent father, can make up for the debt I feel in my heart."

What could Su Yifeng say in response? He could only nod earnestly, say thank you, and put the two items away.

Then, feigning curiosity, he asked, "Uncle Chen, you must be a very high-ranking official, right? The bureau chief seems to treat you with utmost respect."

Upon hearing this, Chen Weimin and his secretary Sun couldn't help but smile, as if they were looking at a younger member of their family.

This time, Chen Weimin did not speak. Secretary Sun took half a step forward, bowed slightly, and introduced, "Sir, you are the Party Secretary of our Jiang Province."

After saying that, he stepped back.

Chen Weimin did not hide his identity as the provincial party secretary, because anyone could find out who he was by searching online, so there was no need to hide it at all.

Holy crap!

Su Yifeng deliberately feigned a shocked expression and uttered a phrase from the national essence.

Upon seeing this, Chen Weimin burst into laughter.

His secretary, Sun, was also trying hard to suppress her laughter.

Su Yifeng, who had been looking righteous and awe-inspiring just moments before, completely lost his composure the next second, which was quite comical.

Chen Weimin didn't think there was anything wrong with it. On the contrary, he thought Su Yifeng's personality was quite likable. He was not pretentious at all, unlike some people who were clearly still children but insisted on acting like adults. They had only superficial skills but no substance, which made people disgusted.

Chen Weimin pulled Su Yifeng to sit down on the sofa next to him, intending to chat casually for a bit more, before leaving.

Upon learning that Su Yifeng's parents had died in an accident when he was young and that he was now being raised by his uncle and aunt, Chen Weimin expressed deep sympathy.

"Your uncle and aunt seem to be doing quite well..."

Before Chen Weimin could finish speaking, Su Yifeng shook his head and recounted some of the injustices he had suffered at home.

For example, he always wears clothes that relatives don't want, he almost never has any pocket money, he does all the housework, and so on...

Having established a persona of genuine character for himself, Chen Weiming had no doubts about any of this, which was indeed true.

He slammed his hand on the table. "Outrageous! Didn't our monthly allowance increase from two thousand to five thousand?! And they still treat us like this!"

Although Chen Weimin was angry, it wasn't illegal, and he couldn't do anything to the person. At most, he could ask the neighborhood committee to supervise.

Taking advantage of the momentum, Su Yifeng stated his needs, "Uncle Chen, I am now over eighteen years old and can move out. I was wondering if I could apply to inherit the estate."

Hearing this, Chen Weimin's eyes lit up. This was indeed a good idea. He asked, "How do you want me to help you?"

"I checked online and found that inheriting an estate takes a long time. I'm afraid my uncle and aunt will make a fuss if it takes too long. So, Uncle Chen, could you help me shorten the time?"

Su Yifeng made a gesture with his hand, a gesture that Koreans deeply despise.

Chen Weimin only considered it for two seconds before nodding in agreement; it was a small matter for him.

"Fine, I'll have Secretary Sun make a call. Never mind, I'll call myself now!"

……

in the afternoon

Su Yifeng calculated the time when no one was home, went back to gather all the relevant documents, and then went to the bank to handle the inheritance procedures.

Perhaps because no one expected that Su Yifeng, who had been obedient and timid since childhood, would dare to do this, these documents were easily found on the bedside table in the master bedroom.

He also found an inheritance transfer contract inside. What a wonderful uncle and aunt they are!

Regardless of whether the accident happened or not, they all wanted to seize his inheritance.

However, they are destined not to get what they want in this life.

With Chen Weimin's phone call, Su Yifeng received a bank transfer of over 1.2 million yuan early the next morning.

Looking at the money that had been deposited into my phone, I remembered that the bank only transfers money to my uncle and aunt on the 18th of each month. What if I didn't receive it this month?

I wonder how interesting their expressions will be!

To this end, he even wrote a letter, leaving it at home saying that he and his classmates had gone to Wucheng to work, just so as not to arouse their suspicion about the time he had disappeared during his trip to Aoshi.

Thinking of this, Su Yifeng's lips curled up involuntarily.

……