Chapter 154: The Father-in-Law Has Returned

Neither Chen Aijia nor Anya could figure out what Yang Changfeng was hesitating about. He was not a particularly heavy smoker, but in this short span of time, he had gone through an entire pack of cigarettes and still wanted more. It was obvious that he had something difficult to decide and was struggling to make up his mind.

What could it be?

This guy, who was shrouded in mystery, must have thought of some alternative solution that others could not imagine. What other secrets did he still keep from them?

After going downstairs, seeing that Zhang Baode was still not leaving, Yang Changfeng went to get the car. Chen Aijia chided, "You shouldn't push yourself so hard at work. Everyone needs to balance work and rest. Go home right now. Starting today, except for those on duty, everyone whose home is in Jiangzhou must go back."

The vast majority of the soldiers were from out of town and were temporarily renting apartments on their own.

Chen Aijia liked these honest and hardworking employees. After thinking for a moment and hesitating slightly, she said to the soldiers, "Our security personnel work exceptionally hard. While we cannot violate company policy by increasing your salaries arbitrarily, how about this: tomorrow I will have the logistics department look for nearby apartments and rent them out as dormitories for everyone."

The soldiers never complained of hardship or fatigue. After finishing their shifts, they would simply lay out cardboard boxes in the underground parking garage to sleep. Compared to employees in other departments of the company, these retired soldiers truly had nothing; they could not even scrape together enough money to rent an apartment.

Hearing Chen Aijia say this, the soldiers were all overjoyed and saluted in unison. Although they had retired, they would always be soldiers at heart.

Zhang Baode drove his Volvo home, still thinking along the way that since the company was so benevolent, he should do a bit more work tomorrow. He had heard that there was a minor circuit issue on the upper floor, so he would go fix it tomorrow.

Treat others as you would like to be treated; no one is born a bad person. After all, people with a conscience were still slightly more numerous, which was what made society run normally, wasn't it?

On the other side, on the way back, Yang Changfeng said to Chen Aijia, "I have over five hundred million US dollars here. Don't tell anyone about this money. Keep it in reserve just in case we urgently need funds. Coincidentally, since these are US dollars, when we launch a counterattack later, we can deploy them directly into Soros's lair!"

Chen Aijia was so startled that she almost unbuckled her seatbelt, and Anya bumped her head against the roof of the car. The two of them were thoroughly frightened.

To Chen Aijia, five hundred million US dollars was not particularly terrifying—she was already a boss worth millions—but the fact that Yang Changfeng possessed over five hundred million US dollars was simply too shocking.

Where on earth did this guy get so much money?

Yang Changfeng did not explain, only saying it was legitimate income.

And it was undoubtedly legitimate. Swiss banks specialized in this kind of business; no matter where you got the money, once it went through the procedures at a Swiss bank, it became legitimate income. Especially the fortune Yang Changfeng had earned abroad—anyone who knew about it domestically wouldn't dare to make trouble, and most of those who didn't know wouldn't be able to find any flaws. It counted as extremely safe savings.

Anya wondered aloud, "Since you have this much money, you can't bear to spend anything on food or clothes in your daily life. What are you even aiming for?"

Yang Changfeng smiled and said, "Saving it to support you, of course."

Anya rolled her eyes at him and said nothing more. The shock in her heart had yet to subside; that was several billion RMB! How much physical space would be needed just to hold it!

She had seen corrupt officials on television whose several hundred million RMB almost emptied out a whole wall of their houses to stuff it full. Several billion—just how much cash would that be?!

It would take a whole year just to count it!

Chen Aijia was a bit more steady. Seeing that Yang Changfeng wouldn't elaborate, she didn't probe further with endless questions. Anyway, this money was deposited in a Swiss bank. As long as Yang Changfeng didn't catch the enemy's attention—or at least as long as his true identity wasn't completely exposed—the enemy had no way of finding this hidden fortune of his.

Several billion RMB could be used as a decisive trump card at the critical moment to utterly crush the enemy. This money must absolutely not be touched.

No wonder he was still preparing one billion for her; that apparently had another purpose. As for his own money, it was currently being kept hidden from the public eye and must never be brought out for use again. Let the enemy remain completely oblivious to the existence of this wealth.

When the car arrived home, they noticed the lights were on and someone was pruning the flowers and plants in the yard. They originally thought it was the housekeeper, but upon going inside, they were surprised to find a quite young-looking middle-aged man.

"You're back?!" He was wearing casual homewear, holding a flower trowel, and fertilizing the plants in the flowerbed. He turned around and casually greeted them, looked at Yang Changfeng, then at Chen Aijia, and finally gazed at Anya, saying with a cheerful smile, "Aha, little Anya has gotten even prettier."

Damn it, where did this weird old uncle come from?

Yang Changfeng vigilantly protected Chen Aijia and Anya behind him and whispered to Anya, "Who is this old guy? Good guy or bad guy? Should I just beat him up?"

A sharp pain came from his waist as Chen Aijia cast a reproachful glare at Yang Changfeng, then walked over quickly, a mixture of shock and joy on her face. "Dad, when did you get back?"

I...

Damn it, that was a close one—he almost threw punches. Otherwise, if he had beaten up his father-in-law upon their very first meeting, things would have gotten terribly awkward.

Chen Aijia was also at fault; there wasn't even a photo of her father in the house. How inconvenient was that!

Yang Changfeng thought to himself that tomorrow he would find time to take his father-in-law out to take a bunch of photos to hang in the living room and the kitchen, just in case he failed to recognize his own father-in-law the next time he saw him.

So you damn well didn't plan on remembering him at all?

The father-in-law rolled his eyes. "Do I need to submit an application just to come back? Oh dear, alright, alright, stop meddling and go inside. Your aunt is cooking dinner right now and was just asking why you two hadn't returned yet."

Finally, the old man glanced sideways at Yang Changfeng with deep hostility, hrumphing heavily as he demanded, "Who is that kid, and why did you bring him to the house?"

Yang Changfeng was this close to rolling up his sleeves and starting a brawl. You're acting tough, old man, still acting tough—do you believe I'll beat you up?

Anya couldn't help but smile, shook her head, and hurried inside. She heard a very gentle voice inside—sounding just like an approachable, friendly neighbor—saying with a warm smile, "Little Anya, long time no see. You've gotten even prettier."

Chen Aijia looked at Yang Changfeng, then looked at the old man, and pulled her marriage certificate out of her bag. "Here. You always kept saying I wouldn't be able to get married. Well, now it's done; I'm married."

The old man leaped three feet into the air, almost wielding his garden trowel like a demon-subduing whip, and shouted loudly, "What? You—you got married to that guy surnamed Yang just like that? Do you still care about me as your father?"

Yang Changfeng kindly reminded him, "Um, actually, you should be saying: 'Do you still have me, your father, in your heart!'"

The old man waved his garden trowel, threatening to risk his life against Yang Changfeng. "You little punk! Even my younger aunt has to call me older brother, and you're trying to take advantage of me—you little punk, who are you trying to be a father to?"

Oh dear, this is bad—the father-in-law has a violent temper!

Yang Changfeng fled in panic while pondering inwardly: it seemed this father-in-law wasn't rigid or old-fashioned at all; that was great. Life at home was going to be lively from now on.

However, why did he say to Chen Aijia that her aunt was cooking dinner, instead of mentioning her mother?