Transmigration: On the Gossip Front-Chapter 1796 - 1797: Wealthy Family First House Granddaughter 60

Chapter 1796: Chapter 1797: Wealthy Family First House Granddaughter 60

Zhang Fugui was stunned. The gifts he gave to his children and grandchildren, some might complain that it’s not enough, but no one had ever seriously said something like this.

"Really?" The old man was taken aback and felt a bit awkward.

"Yes." Zhang Yu said earnestly, "I’m not trying to ask for more, I just feel it needs to be cleared up, otherwise, Grandpa, you might think you’ve given me a lot."

"If you really gave me a big gift, I’ll accept it. Even if Auntie criticizes me, saying I’ve gained an unfair advantage, so be it. I’d be happy."

"But I didn’t receive that much benefit, not even as much as my sister, yet in Auntie’s words, as if I, the niece, conned her and then got a big gift from Grandpa."

Zhang Yu said angrily, "This time Grandpa, you said if I get good grades, there’ll be a big banquet and the wedding gifts will be mine, so of course, I need to ask clearly."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Fugui frowned, "You say your aunt said something like that."

"Yes, she said I took back my dad’s house and conned two million from her, making you dissatisfied with her, then I got a mansion."

"I just don’t get it, it’s clearly a compensation along with a coming-of-age gift." Zhang Yu swallowed the food in her mouth, "It’s getting late, I have to go to school."

"I need to study hard and strive to get into Harbor City University."

"Become a top lawyer." Zhang Yu once again loudly cheered herself on.

Zhang Yinghao was startled by Zhang Yu’s words, and everyone, including the old man, surprisingly all had calm expressions with no unusual reactions, "Grandpa, you?"

The old man was really too calm, showing no sign of panic, Zhang Yinghao felt the gap between him and the old man was indeed quite large.

"You’ll get used to it. Ever since your sister decided to study law at Harbor City University, she cheers herself like this every morning." Zhang Fugui urged Zhang Yinghao to eat.

He wasn’t foolish, the words seemed motivational, but actually told everyone, especially him, that she had no interest in Zhang Group at all, she was destined to be a top lawyer,

Zhang Fugui didn’t consider Zhang Yu as an heir, yet this girl despised the position of an heir so much, making the old man still feel uncomfortable.

Zhang Yinghao lowered his head to eat, recalling Zhang Yu’s expression when she was cheering her slogan, he suddenly felt envious; he knew she had no clue about what major or future career path to choose before.

It seemed like just a few days without seeing each other, she had already planned her future, being a lawyer, leaving the opponent speechless in court, just thinking about it seemed cool.

But that’s just the thought, actually becoming a lawyer, that’s definitely impossible, even if one could become a top lawyer, how much can the annual income be? Zhang Family’s assets are amounts that a top lawyer couldn’t earn in a lifetime.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yinghao dismissed his emerging dream of being a lawyer; he was destined to be a big boss, someone who’d be featured in wealth magazines, how could he care about these?

"Yinghao, regarding your parents’ divorce, your sister was right yesterday, even though I didn’t express it, I actually agree, after all, your cousin is a gambler, and even before entering Zhang Group, he already started scheming."

"Who knows how he’ll scheme after entering Zhang Group."

"Your dad, he’s not very guarded against relatives from the Yue family, thinking everyone should be sincere. Now he knows the Zhang family’s small plans, he’ll be cautious and guarded."

"But it’s still the Yue family, he has to give face to his wife, can’t go too far."

"But when you take over, I think the Zhang family will definitely jump out, after all, how would a son-in-law compare to having a grandson as the big boss?"

No way, Zhang Yu, that girl, tore the facade apart, the old man had no choice but to be straightforward.

"Grandpa, I understand, I can relate." Zhang Yinghao knew he couldn’t be like Zhang Yu, saying whatever he wanted, because she truly feared nothing.

He couldn’t, the old man was his biggest support, he must cling to it, especially if his father really remarried.

Zhang Fugui knew what his beloved eldest grandson worried about, gently patting his head, "After your parents divorce, I can’t say your dad wouldn’t remarry."

"What I can guarantee is, as long as you keep your head straight and stay away from gambling, drugs, and other vices, you’re the company’s heir." Zhang Fugui was actually contemplating who could be Zhang Hai’s second wife.

He thought Zhang Hai was excellent, even in a second marriage, he’d be a coveted catch, deserving of the best.

He also acknowledged there was a weakness, that the company’s heir was already determined, barring any unexpected events, it would be Zhang Yinghao, meaning even if Zhang Hai’s second wife had a son, he may not inherit the company.

Thus, many well-off young women might not be willing to marry Zhang Hai, which was worrisome.

Zhang Fugui’s words lingered in Zhang Yinghao’s ears; the young fellow automatically translated it as needing to be outstanding, else, no matter how much the old man favored him, the promises could be revoked.

Indeed, for heirs of a wealthy family, to secure the position smoothly, one must be absolutely exemplary, satisfying the old man.

If Zhang Yu heard this, she would certainly tell the kids, as long as Zhang Fugui lived long enough to see him grow wings, even Zhang Hai couldn’t stop him from rising to the top.

Zhang Hai was indeed his father, once remarried, if they favored him, had a clever and lively little son who delighted Zhang Hai, the old father, who would inherit the company could become a question mark.

At this moment, Zhang Yinghao didn’t think that much, he felt his parents were first loves, if it weren’t for the cousin’s debts, his parents wouldn’t have divorced, and he still remembered Zhang Hai’s pained expression when discussing divorce, so reluctant.

Zhang Yu didn’t notice he left, Zhang Fugui, the actor, got back on stage; she was genuinely busy now, flying around.

In the second semester of senior high school, new lessons were no longer taught, it was all about solving problems and comprehensive summaries.

The classmate next to her saw Zhang Yu taking out a large thermos, "Another iced Americano."

Zhang Yu said wearily, "Yeah, can’t help it, it has to be iced Americano."

Even after countless times hearing the answer, the classmate still shivered a bit, "Such a bitter thing, how do you get used to it?"

Get used to it? Haha, no matter how many tasks she’s participated in, the same food she liked or disliked went through countless iterations, but when it came to iced Americano, Zhang Yu just wanted to say, there’s really no getting used to it.

"Can’t help it, it reduces swelling, energizes, and makes you question life with bitterness." Zhang Yu was very straightforward.

Alright, the classmate gave Zhang Yu a thumbs up, "You’re tough on yourself."