The Billion-Value Lands Are Just For Farming

Chapter 320 - The Truth

He was so thrilled that he plunged his hand into his pocket.

With a dramatic gesture, he yanked out a handful of cards and slammed them onto the ground!

“I won't have to sell cards ever again!”

“It's just a plot of land. Are you really that worked up over it?”

A voice tinged with confusion came through the phone.

The young man's excitement was undiminished.

The truth was known to everyone but him.

After enduring so much hardship, he had finally discovered the truth!

Naturally, he was ecstatic.

“Mom, rest assured, I've spent all these years learning about investment and financial management in my spare time.”

“I understand now that all my current struggles are just a test you've set for me.”

“But don't worry. I've grown up. You can entrust that land to me, and I promise to exponentially grow our family's wealth in record time.”

He went on and on.

The supermarket was bustling with people who overheard his conversation and couldn't help but feel envious.

They were worlds apart from him now.

Just minutes before, they were all at the bottom rung of society.

But now, he was a wealthy man.

He owned land!

“Maybe I should go home and ask my parents if they're secretly wealthy too?”

“Who knows, I might have a piece of farmland waiting for me!”

The bystanders let their thoughts wander.

They gazed at the young man with eyes full of envy.

The young man, phone in hand and the other hand on his hip, was passionately outlining his future and ambitions.

He envisioned a future filled with towering skyscrapers, tens of thousands of employees, and bank accounts brimming with digits.

He saw himself in a plush office, flanked by beautiful secretaries.

He imagined a life of endless cigars, fine wines, and gourmet meals.

He had reached the pinnacle of success!

The more he talked, the more animated he became, completely oblivious to the fact that his mother had been silent for quite some time.

“Mom!”

At last, he coughed twice, his throat parched from talking, “Mom, where exactly is this land? What's it worth?”

“The land is right under our apartment building, you know that!”

The voice on the phone sounded puzzled.

Under the building?

He paused, taken aback.

His excitement dimmed slightly.

Their home was in the suburbs, and the value of suburban land paled in comparison to that of the city center.

But he knew he shouldn't be too greedy.

At least he had a piece of land to his name.

Moreover, it could very well be a test for him!

Even if it was merely a suburban plot, with the right strategy, he could turn it into a lucrative business.

“Mom, how big is this land?” he asked eagerly.

If the land was large, he'd consider taking out a loan to build on it.

If it was small, he'd lease it.

Either way, he was confident he wouldn't lose money.

“Let me check,” the middle-aged woman replied, pausing for a moment before adding, “The land is roughly the size of a small table.”

He was dumbfounded.

What?

The land is only as big as a small table?

Less than a square meter?

Surely, his mother was pulling his leg.

“Mom…” his voice quivered, “Where did this land come from?”

“Your dad purchased it,” she explained. “The courier service has been incredibly slow. Your father ordered this delivery half a month ago, and after much prodding, the seller finally shipped it. Thankfully, it arrived before your birthday, or we would have had to file a complaint!”

He stood there, frozen.

His mother had been referring to a delivery, not actual land!

He was on the verge of tears.

In his panic, he'd discarded his card, made frantic calls, and even berated his boss.

And for what? He ended up with nothing.

The pain was unbearable.

“Son, what's the matter?” his mother inquired.

“I'm okay,” he replied softly. “Mom, I've got things to handle here, so I'm going to hang up now.”

With that, he ended the call.

His complexion was ashen as he staggered in place.

He remained motionless for a full five minutes.

Finally, he crouched down and began collecting the discarded cards.

Turning around, he dialed his phone with a heavy heart.

“Manager Wang, I apologize. I had too much to drink earlier. Please, I'm begging for your forgiveness. I can't afford to lose this job.”

He wouldn't bother Su Ming anymore.

He had enough on his plate as it was.

Su Ming just shook his head and smiled.

He wasn't bothered in the slightest.

Nowadays, people were blinded by their thirst for wealth.

Too many were chasing the dream of overnight riches, getting lost in their own delusions.

He had encountered many such individuals before, so nothing about the situation surprised him.

Su Ming made some purchases and also bought a small cart.

He loaded his purchases into the cart and strolled off, humming a tune and stepping lightly.

He intentionally bypassed the fitness club, intending to head straight home.

Upon reaching his doorstep, he noticed a black sedan parked outside.

Recognizing the license plate, he identified the vehicle.

It belonged to the Xiao family.

Approaching, Su Ming saw five people standing in the yard.

There was a family of four and an elderly man at the center.

Xiao Luyuan.

“I presume you're Mr. Su?” Xiao Luyuan greeted Su Ming with a warm smile. “Mr. Su, you truly have an impressive presence. If my son had even a fraction of your talent, I would rest easy.”

Xiao Chen stood by, feeling rather exasperated.

He remained quietly on the sidelines, not uttering a word, yet Xiao Luyuan still seemed to undervalue him.

It was an uncomfortable feeling.

“You're too kind. Xiao Chen is still young, so his energy and enthusiasm are to be expected. He's also quite bright. Give him a few years, and he'll accomplish great things,” Su Ming responded cheerfully.

Xiao Chen vigorously nodded in agreement.

Su Ming was spot on!

His words couldn't be truer!

Indeed, Su Ming understood him best!

“This visit is to express my gratitude for your life-saving assistance. I've brought a modest token of appreciation for you to accept,” Xiao Luyuan said, handing a red booklet to Su Ming.

Upon inspection, Su Ming saw it was a land ownership certificate.

It appeared the Xiao family had completed the purchase of the building.

“Let's continue inside,” Su Ming said with a beaming smile, leading the way.

“Brother-in-law, let me help you with your items!” Xiao Chen quickly offered, taking some of the load from Su Ming.

The party of six entered the villa and settled into their seats.

Su Ming brewed tea for everyone.

They refrained from using ginseng this time, not out of stinginess on Su Ming's part, but because Xiao Luyuan was still recuperating from a serious illness. Despite appearing as healthy as anyone else, he was still somewhat frail.

He had already incorporated a significant amount of ginseng into the medication. However, Xiao Luyuan's body was unable to assimilate these nutrients.