The old lady Zhao Lanxin carefully held the wood carving in her hand, but her hands couldn't help but tremble.

It was not because her hands were weak, but because she was too excited.

The wood carving given by Chen Qingyang is a young man with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, and a dignified appearance, which is somewhat similar to Chen Bailang, but it does not have the rough and rough atmosphere of Chen Bailang, and there is a faint sense of scholarly aura.

Whether in terms of expression or temperament, Chen Qingyang is vivid, lifelike, and has superb skills. Even the wood carving masters have to be amazed and admired when they see it.

"Mom, why did my brother really give me a piece of wood to grandma? It seemed like it was an ordinary piece of wood." Chen Qingyan asked with a puzzled look on his face.

"Shut up!" Yang Hui quickly scolded Chen Qingyan.

She did not deliberately lower her voice, so everyone in the entire hall could clearly hear it, and the originally noisy hall gradually became quiet.

The reason why Yang Hui scolded Chen Qingyan was because she seemed to see who the wood carving in Zhao Lanxin's hand was. Luo Shuyu's expression on the side was slightly stunned, obviously she also saw it.

Chen Bailang once took them into Zhao Lanxin's room. They still remember that there was a black and white photo hanging on the wall of Zhao Lanxin's room. It was the only photo of Zhao Lanxin and Chen Bailang's father.

The young man carved on the wood carving was the old man of the Chen family who died young.

"Qingyang, you are really grandma's good grandson. This is the best birthday gift grandma has received in so many years." Zhao Lanxin reached out and held Chen Qingyang's hand, and said excitedly, with a faint mist in her eyes.

Although the old man of the Chen family died early, Zhao Lanxin did not remarry again. He raised Chen Bailang with great difficulty and never complained.

Chen Qingyang knew that his grandfather's death had always been a heart-wrenching illness for her grandmother, so Chen Qingyang spent more than half a year to present the voice and appearance of his grandfather's death, with the purpose of giving Zhao Lanxin a sustenance.

Looking at Zhao Lanxin's excited expression at this moment, Chen Qingyang didn't say anything, but just smiled gently, and everything was silent.

Those who had ridiculed Chen Qingyang in the field before, all of them obediently shut their mouths. No matter how stupid they were, they could guess who the wood carving was.

Zhao Lanxin carefully put the wood carving back into the wooden box, and then held it in the palm of her hand. She had no intention of putting it down, and her face calmed down again.

"An Kui, is Chen Bailang back?" Zhao Lanxin suddenly asked the woman next to her, who was over 50 years old.

Liu Ankui is the servant whom Chen Bailang invited back to take care of Zhao Lanxin's daily life. He has been in the Chen family for more than 20 years. No one dares to treat her as a servant. Even if Chen Bailang sees her, he has to call her sister Kui.

Zhao Lanxin called Chen Bailang's name in public, and his voice was obviously a bit dissatisfied. Today is the old mother's birthday. As a son, he hasn't come back yet. This is indeed very unreasonable.

"Not yet, I asked someone to call him several times, but the computer has not been turned on. It should be on the way back." Liu Ankui said.

"I won't wait for him, dinner will start." Zhao Lanxin said in a slightly cold voice.

However, except for Chen Bailang's confidants, the others were still sitting in their seats and had no intention of getting up.

Chen Qingyang sneered at everyone, and the show seemed to be about to begin.

Yang Hui turned her head and looked at the cold man beside her. Seeing him nodding slightly, she gritted her teeth, as if she had made up her mind, and suddenly stood up from her seat.

"Mom, before dinner, we have something to discuss with you." Yang Hui said, his voice was not loud, but everyone present could clearly hear it.

Zhao Lanxin slowly moved her gaze to Yang Hui, and her deep eyes were flashing with cold light, as if she could see through it.

"What's the matter?" Zhao Lanxin asked in a faint voice.

Yang Hui took a deep breath and tried her best to calm herself down, but she still didn't dare to look directly at Zhao Lanxin's gaze.

"Mom, the old Chen family has a ancestral land in a small county town in Nanhu Province. Now there is a huge project to be placed in this small county town. In the next few years, this small county town will be built into a national 5a-level tourist attraction. At the same time, a tourist resort will be built in several small villages around our ancestral land." Yang Hui said slowly.

Zhao Lanxin's calm face did not fluctuate at all, and she could not tell what she was thinking in her heart at this moment.

Yang Hui glanced at Zhao Lanxin and continued: "Now the expropriation of this resort is about to be completed, and it is only the ancestral land of our Chen family. The family where Shuyu and I are located have taken over this project. If nothing unexpected happens, construction will start in half a month. Now we are waiting for you, mom."

Yang Hui and Luo Shuyu are both ambitious people. They spent a lot of time and energy to take over this resort project. With the financial support of the two major families of Yang and Luo families, they are fully qualified to build a top luxury resort in the country. Although the investment is huge, the returns are at least ten times the investment, or even more than that.

"Mom, this resort has a good development prospect. Although all the investments are paid by our two mothers' families, each of them only takes 40% of the shares. Our Chen family doesn't have to pay a penny. You just need to give up the ancestral land and you can get 20% of the shares. Why not do it?" Luo Shuyu also stood up and said.

The Chen family's ancestral land can be sold at most several million at a market price. However, when the resort is completed, it is conservatively estimated that the annual income will be several hundred million. Even if it can only be divided into 20% of the shares, it will be tens of millions. Moreover, this is a long-term business, and no matter how it is considered a big profit transaction.

"You are very short of money?" Zhao Lanxin asked with her eyes fixed on the two of them.

Short of money?

They are indeed short of money.

Although the money Chen Bailang earns in a year can be described as astronomical numbers, Yang Hui and Luo Shuyu couldn't see where Chen Bailang's money was.

Chen Bailang gives them ten million in living expenses every year. For ordinary people, they can definitely live a happy life, but for the two of them, who are willing to spend hundreds of thousands of dollars when buying a brand-name bag, this ten million is far from enough.

"Mom, I know that the Chen family is not short of money, but no one thinks it's too much, right? What's more, those money is automatically delivered to the door, so we don't need to worry about it. We must not miss this opportunity for win-win for the three families." Luo Shuyu said.

"A piece of ancestral land has received at least tens of millions of annual income, and we have no reason to refuse." Yang Hui's voice also sounded.
Chapter completed!