Siheyuan: Starting with one acre and three fen of land

In front of the gate of Hou's family in the city, Huang Wu was soaked by the scorching sun, as if he had been fished out of the water.

He rushed to the concierge and shouted, "Xiao Liu, bring out your herbal tea. I'm dying of thirst."

"Brother Wu, where have you been? Why are you so embarrassed?" Xiao Liu walked over quickly with a teacup in his hand, looking at the embarrassed Huang Wu curiously.

Huang Wu didn't bother to answer. He snatched the teacup and drank the tea in one breath. Only then did he recover.

He looked at Xiaoliu: "Is the young master out now?"

"Brother Wu, the boy has been out for a while. Is there anything you need?" Xiaoliu took the empty teacup and asked curiously.

Huang Wu waved his hand and said unhappily, "Don't ask around, just guard the door."

After he finished speaking, he turned and walked towards his bicycle, picked it up, and thought about where to go for some entertainment before rushing to Chen's house to show off.

A car stopped steadily in front of the Chen family’s gate.

Hou Jiacheng opened the car door and got out, brows furrowed, looking up at the familiar courtyard gate.

"Master Hou, you're here!" As soon as the Chen family's doorman saw Hou Jiacheng, he immediately greeted him warmly.

Hou Jiacheng nodded lightly, took the carefully selected gift from the driver, and walked into the yard.

After walking through the familiar courtyard, Hou Jiacheng came to the door of the living room. A warm smile instantly appeared on his face, and he walked in.

In the hall, Chen Boting was sitting upright and sipping tea.

Hou Jiacheng stepped forward quickly and saluted with a smile on his face: "Uncle Chen, I am honored to meet you!"

After saying this, he bowed deeply.

Chen Boting didn't expect him to be so polite. He was stunned at first, then he stood up and supported him: "My dear nephew, why are you so polite? It's not necessary."

Hou Jiacheng's eyes turned, and he stood up and handed over the gift in his hand: "Uncle Chen. This is a little gift from me, please accept it."

Chen Boting looked at Hou Jiacheng in front of him, who was humble, polite, and handsome, with a look of satisfaction in his eyes.

He took the gift and casually placed it on the coffee table beside him: "Nephew, please take a seat. Come, have a cup of tea first."

"Thank you, Uncle Chen." Hou Jiacheng bowed slightly to express his gratitude and then sat down.

As the servants brought exquisite snacks, the two began to sip tea and chat.

Chen Boting was the first to ask, "My dear nephew, what are you doing here today?"

Hou Jiacheng put down the teacup in his hand and looked at Chen Boting solemnly: "Uncle Chen, I came here today mainly for Xueru's matter."

Chen Boting's heart moved, and he asked tentatively: "How has your relationship with Xueru progressed in the past few months?"

"Uncle Chen, someone came from Sijiu City these two days. You should know about this, right?" Hou Jiacheng was still a little annoyed when he heard this, but he tried his best to restrain himself and asked back.

Chen Boting frowned slightly and shook his head gently.

Hou Jiacheng pretended to be surprised: "What? You still don't know? Why should I hide this from you?"

Chen Boting was the first to be reported by him, and he felt a little unhappy about this matter and frowned.

"It seems that I can't find Xueru anymore. I guess she and that guy named He went somewhere to play." Hou Jiacheng sighed in pretending to be annoyed.

"Hmph, this is outrageous!" Chen Boting snorted coldly, thinking that he would ask Chen Xueru about this matter when she came back.

Hou Jiacheng took the opportunity to complain: "I don't know what kind of magic potion that cook gave Xueru. Xueru has been avoiding me for the past few months, and I haven't had a good talk with her."

Chen Boting has been in business for so many years, how could he not understand?

It can be seen that the son-in-law he had expected was a little bit glamorous and could not even beat a cook.

It was a waste of his time to leave Chen Xueru in Suzhou and give him several months, but she said this in front of him. His impression of Hou Jiacheng unconsciously dropped a few points.

Hou Jiacheng saw that Chen Boting's brows were frowning even deeper, but he was still secretly delighted, thinking that he had successfully discredited He Yuzhu in front of Chen Boting.

But he didn't expect that his little trick would ruin his impression in Chen Boting's mind.

"My dear nephew, I know about this matter." Chen Boting said perfunctorily, "I will ask Xueru about it when she comes back."

He had a polite smile on his face, but in his heart he already had some contempt for Hou Jiacheng.

Hou Jiacheng was still immersed in self-righteous joy and nodded repeatedly.

Chen Boting was drinking tea when he saw a flash of joy on Hou Jiacheng's face. He thought to himself that it was no wonder that Chen Xueru looked down upon Hou Jiacheng.

He calmly put down the teacup in his hand, looked at Hou Jiacheng with a calm smile, and said, "My dear nephew, how is your business going now?"

"Uncle Chen, our family business is still okay now. The cost of the factory has increased a little, and you know the reason."

There was a hint of complaint in Hou Jiacheng's tone, and he seemed to disagree with the increase in costs.

Chen Boting nodded in understanding and continued, "This is normal. At least there is no levy as in the past. Moreover, now that all the bandits have been cleared out, it can be considered as no loss."

"That being said, it still costs more money."

Hou Jiacheng curled his lips, his mind moved, and he suddenly remembered the news he had heard from his father before, and planned to use it to win over his future father-in-law.

Hou Jiacheng straightened his expression, looked at Chen Boting, and lowered his voice: "Uncle Chen, I have something to tell you. Do you have any ideas?"

"Oh?" Seeing him like this, Chen Boting couldn't help but feel a little curious.

Hou Jiacheng continued, "I heard from my father that the foreign trade policy may be relaxed recently. He is trying to build relationships in Southeast Asia and re-export products. You can talk to my father."

Upon hearing this news, Chen Boting's eyes flashed with excitement, and his voice trembled a little: "My dear nephew, are you sure about what you said?"

Hou Jiacheng nodded firmly and responded with a smile: "Uncle Chen, if you are not sure, you can ask my old friends in Shencheng, and you will know that I did not lie to you."

Chen Boting nodded excitedly, thinking to himself that he had to contact his friends in Shanghai as soon as possible to seize this rare opportunity.

He invited enthusiastically, "Great! My dear nephew, please stay and have lunch with us."

Upon hearing this, Hou Jiacheng was delighted and nodded in agreement quickly. Knowing the value of this news, he thought it would help him.

The two sat in the living room and chatted about business for a while. When the servant announced that it was time for dinner, they walked to the side yard together.

After lunch, Hou Jiacheng couldn't suppress a smile on his face and walked out of the Chen family's gate humming a little tune.

Hou Jiacheng turned around and looked at the Chen family, a smug expression on his face, muttering to himself: "Chen Xueru, do you think you can just hide from me? Can't I find someone who can cure you?"

As the car arrived, Hou Jiacheng opened the door and sat in the back seat.

The car started smoothly and slowly drove away from Chen's house.