The Invisible Rich Man's
Chapter 532
"Young man, is your home in this city?"
The driver was a middle-aged man. He asked warmly and smiled.
Gerald nodded.
“Congratulations, Son, your city will experience quite significant development, and no piece of land here will be left unattended! They will not only provide housing costs, but also demolition costs and plenty of job opportunities as well! You look like a student, so when you return home, you should make good use of this opportunity!”
“Yes, it will be fun!”
As they chatted along the way, they finally arrived at Gerald's hometown.
It was a town, but Gerald's house was in a small village in the middle of town.
There are many families in the village who run the factory. They run businesses like flour milling and such.
Back then, the best part of the village was the fantastic aroma of flour freshly ground in the air.
But this trip back to his village, it was clear that the aroma of milled flour that Gerald had longed for was now much reduced.
"Wohoo, that student is back!"
"Why don't you bring your girlfriend back?"
“Gerald, have you found a job? I'm sure a smart student like you can get a good job, right?”
As soon as he entered the village, the villagers swarmed him and began to ask.
"Not yet!"
Gerald smiled.
“Hmph, then you go to college for free? No different than others who drop out of school early to work!” A woman scoffed with disdain.
The words of the villagers were horrible and judgmental, but Gerald did not care much.
Instead, he turned away from their words and finally reached the door of his house.
When he took out his key to unlock the door, he realized that the door lock had been changed some time ago, and he could not open it.
"What's the problem?"
Gerald wondered for a moment.
He approached Gerald while chewing a bean.
“Sandrilla, why was the house key changed?”
Gerald asked with a wry smile.
She had met Sandrilla before when they were in the hospital.
He is very greedy for money and will take advantage of every situation, and he does not like losses.
“Oh, I changed it; what's wrong?"
“Then what about my house key?” ask Gerald.
“Hah, what do you mean by your house? Gerald, do you know who this house belongs to now? I know why you came back. You hear that the house is going to be demolished, and you want to go back to get a fair share of that money. Let me tell you this once, never think about it! It's my home and written in black and white in plantation license!”
Sandrilla's tone changed.
Gerald immediately understood what he meant.
Mr. Winters had two homes when Gerald's parents moved here. One for their own family, and the other is this.
His parents paid for the house.
Truth be told, there was no such thing as a real estate permit in the countryside twenty years ago.
They just signed a simple contract, and it was the same contract that his father signed with Mr. Winters while they drank.
It was a long time ago, and Gerald had no idea where his father kept the contract.
During that time, they did not even expect that Mr. Winters' family would forcefully evict them to get the house back.
And that's because of this problem.
Sandrilla also heard about the demolition project and tried to get her home. He could make tens of thousands of dollars from it.
“Gerald, you're back! Don't listen to the nonsense; this house belongs to your family, and no one can take it from you!”
Suddenly, Mr. Winters came out and exclaimed decisively.