Chapter: 893

In the past, when Shao's grandfather was alive, the family had also lived lavishly. Some of the furniture were made of high-quality yellow sandalwood, valued highly and carrying different meanings.

However, they couldn't help but sell them, or else they would have to give them up to the bank sooner or later.

So, she told Shao Chang, "If we sell these things gradually, I estimate they're worth around 1.67 million yuan. We need to hurry up and sell them, as the other party will definitely try to negotiate down the price. The price won't reach this high level. However, if we can get at least 13 million yuan, we can consider selling them."

"Alright." Shao Chang nodded in agreement, saying, "13 million isn't small change; at least we can turn it over first."

... At this moment, Shao Chang was lying on the couch, browsing furniture-related pictures on his phone and looking for something that caught his interest.

So, Ma Ran spoke up with a thoughtful tone: "Chong Kun, don't splurge on furniture. Save some money for us to live by and by."

Shao Chong Kun smirked and said, "My son-in-law said we should spend 2 million yuan on furniture."

Ma Ran was taken aback and exclaimed, "Are we going to buy all the furniture? Not a day will pass!"

Shao Chong Kun was displeased and retorted, "What are you complaining about? This money is from Ye Chen, specifically for buying furniture. If we spend 1.5 million yuan, there'll be 50,000 yuan left to return to Ye Chen. I'm advising you not to worry about it. Not a penny will I give you."

"You...!" Ma Ran ground her teeth in anger.

However, at that moment, Shao Chong Kun had 2 million yuan in his hand, while himself had nothing. Until he cracked the code, he couldn't do anything!

At this time, Shao Chong Kun saw a set of classical and majestic Chinese-style wooden furniture, sighed and said, "If we could get a set like this or bring back our previous Huang Hua Li set with red wood to put in our new villa, it would be too perfect!"

However, Ma Ran thought about it all night and couldn't think of a way to get the money out of Shao Chong Kun's bank account, watching as it was about to be spent; her heart was racing with anxiety.

At the same time, Grandma Shao had also gotten up early. After finishing breakfast, the movers' truck arrived, and workers moved Shao's Huang Hua Li furniture onto the truck, accompanied by the family, heading towards Furniture City.

In Jinling City's west district, there is a massive Furniture City where almost all the furniture stores in Jinling sell their goods, gathering here like bees to honey.

This place has everything from high-end to low-end furniture, making it the best place for setting up home furnishings.

Shao Chong Kun himself had always been influenced by his father's tastes and loved antique items, not only collecting and exchanging ancient artifacts but also old furniture, especially those with good wood grain.

He had always been fond of that set of Huang Hua Li furniture at their villa, but unfortunately, it was impossible for him to keep it, so he could only think about it.

It's precisely because he loves traditional wooden furniture that Shao Chong Kun rushed straight to the Wooden Furniture Gallery as soon as they arrived at Furniture City.

Ma Ran looked at him rushing towards the Wooden Furniture Gallery and immediately scrunched up her face, blurting out, "Shao Chong Kun, you can't buy a bunch of rotten wood furniture back home! Our house is supposed to be a luxurious villa, so if we're going to buy something, it should be that kind of European-style luxury furniture. That kind of wooden furniture is old-fashioned and expensive; even sitting on it would be uncomfortable, absolutely impossible!"

"What do you know?" Shao Chong Kun sneered, "The charm of traditional Chinese furniture lies in the wood grain and foundation, and this stuff has huge upside potential. People with culture can understand what's going on!"

"Ma Ran blurted out, 'We're both university students, so you think you're more cultured than me?'"

Shao Chong Kun waved his hand dismissively, "This kind of culture refers to foundation, and I don't understand what you're saying."

He finished speaking and turned to Ye Chen, saying, "Good son-in-law, if we can swap for a set of yellow rosewood furniture today, it would be a waste not to come!"

Ye Chen nodded indifferently, saying, "Dad, just do what makes you happy." JrNovels.com