Love Apartment: Active Dali

"Dad! Dad! Just ask any questions you want. Yu Nan is omnipotent. He won't be stumped by your questions."

Zhuge Dali calmly held his father's arm and was full of confidence in Yu Nan.

If there is any son-in-law in the world who cannot pass the test of his father-in-law, it certainly won’t be Yu Nan.

Zhuge Dali's father's eyes sparkled, and he immediately asked Yu Nan, "Basic knowledge question, tell me your basic understanding of my daughter, including but not limited to her living habits."

Yu Nan smiled slightly and began to answer.

"Zhuge Dali, online literature editor, 162cm tall, 48kg, 20 years old. She is calm and smart, has sharp insight, dares to compete, and acts decisively. She is good at yoga, proficient in driving various vehicles, can make cocktails, milk tea, coffee, and dance. She is fluent in Northeastern dialect, English, Japanese, German, and French. Her measurements are 71, 68, and 86..."

"That's enough! That's enough! Stop talking!"

Zhuge Dali's father was not as confident and bold as her. Naturally, he found it difficult to accept when he heard another man describe his daughter's figure in such detail.

However, after listening to Yu Nan's answer, he did feel that Yu Nan knew his daughter very well, and his impression of him improved slightly.

But this is not enough!

Zhuge Dali's father came this time to stop this marriage.

He had already thought of a countermeasure.

Zhuge Dali had already told him about Yu Nan's situation.

Yu Nan, her graduate school classmate, comes from an ordinary family in Shanghai. He has a simple background and is serious, kind, and enterprising.

These advantages sound good, but think about it from another perspective. He is just a student, has no job, and his family background is not outstanding. He may not be able to buy a house in Shanghai. Being serious, kind, and enterprising are just the personality traits of ordinary people.

For a boy like this who has no special advantages except his outstanding appearance, he has a thousand ways to make him give up.

Zhuge Dali's father was not arrogant. He was middle class. In order to cultivate his only daughter, he invested a lot of energy and let her participate in various interest classes and educational courses since she was a child, including dance, yoga, singing, and piano.

In addition to his daughter's sweet appearance and perfect figure, as well as her status as a graduate student at Shanghai University, such a girl should never be with an ordinary boy. He was determined not to let his daughter, this flower, be stuck in the dirt.

At this moment, Zhuge Dali's father was not angry, but a smile appeared on his face.

He poured a cup of barley tea and pushed it in front of Yu Nan.

"Young man, you have seen Dali's conditions. Even if you have feelings for each other, your feelings cannot determine everything now. It will be different in two or three years."

"You will have to face reality when the time comes. Don't think I'm worldly, but I must ask clearly in advance."

“First, let’s talk about income.”

"My daughter Dali has been spoiled by me since she was young. Her husband cannot let her suffer, so his income must be higher than hers, at least twice as high. Dali's monthly salary is nearly 20,000 yuan during his internship. If you want to pass my test, you must have a job with a monthly salary of at least 60,000 yuan."

Zhuge Dali's father was secretly proud.

Even in a big city like Shanghai, there aren't many jobs with a monthly salary of more than 60,000 yuan, not to mention that Yu Nan is still a postgraduate student.

Even for graduate students who graduated from Shanghai University, their monthly salary is only more than 10,000 yuan at most. It is almost impossible to meet his requirements in the short term.

This is a question about salary.

Zhuge Dali wanted to defend Yu Nan, saying that he was wealthy enough to buy the website where she worked, and that talking about salary was demeaning to him.

But she stopped talking because she found that she didn't know Yu Nan's true identity and didn't understand him.

Yu Nan did not respond, but just smiled and said, "What's the next question?"

Seeing that Yu Nan did not answer, Zhuge Dali's father just smiled faintly and said nothing on the surface. After all, he was a well-educated man, but he had guessed what Yu Nan was thinking in his heart.

He guessed that Yu Nan must be thinking at this moment that with the status of a graduate student at Shanghai University, he would definitely be able to find a good job and a bright future, and salary would not be a problem.

ridiculous!

Any college student who has beautiful fantasies in college will be severely hit by society after graduation!

"Well, you can answer all my questions at once."

Ge Dali's father behaved quite decently and generously. It was not that he had no temper, but that he was prepared to make greater demands.

house!

"Young man, let me be unrealistic. Dali has told me that you come from an ordinary family in Shanghai. Your parents are probably just ordinary working class people. I would say that they are middle class and their income is just enough to get by in Shanghai. I think you have guessed what I am going to ask."

"House. Although our family is not in Shanghai, I bought her a house in our city, just so that she would not be completely dependent on the man. Although her mother and I took out a loan of 500,000 yuan for this house, the house is more than 130 square meters, and the house price in our place is 25,000 yuan. The house left to her, Zhuge Dali, is worth more than 3 million yuan. You have such a strong self-esteem, you probably don't want to marry into our family, so you must at least have a house of equal value to ours."

"As the old saying goes, a couple should marry someone of equal status. Only when they marry someone of equal status can the couple live in harmony after marriage."

"Excuse me, do you have a house worth more than three million yuan? I have already made a concession and do not insist on having the same area. After all, the average house price in Shanghai is fifty or sixty thousand per square meter. Can you do this?"

Zhuge Dali's father was being quite polite when he asked this question. He knew very well how difficult it was to meet these two points. He just wanted the young man in front of him to give up and had no intention of laughing at him.