Chapter 213 Borrowing Money
What happened in the house, no matter Huang Dongheng, Bai Sirong, or the other elderly people in the house, all tacitly did not tell anyone else.
However, their silence did not mean that Li Quanwang and Li Changjian would not speak out. Anyway, they just wanted to make a splash, and those present were all relatives, so they naturally informed everyone one by one with confidence.
"Uncle San, our Wangzai bought us a villa. It's going to be popular soon. Remember to come and support us. It's in the Bi Hai Long Ting neighborhood. It's easy to find."
"Our Wangzai is still in his senior year of high school, and he bought us a big villa. We are going to have a big banquet in a few days, and you guys should come and show your support."
Those who heard this were surprised at first, and then they all felt very sad.
"Is your Wangzai so powerful?"
"villa?"
"No way, are you telling the truth?"
"Congratulations."
Huang Jijiao and Li Changjian felt very relieved when they saw the changes in these people's expressions.
In the room, Bai Sirong quietly took all the gifts brought by Huang Jijiao and others into the room and closed the door.
She first opened a red envelope, and when she saw a stack of brand new hundred-dollar bills inside, her cloudy eyes widened.
She stretched out her right index finger, licked the tip of her tongue, and began to count seriously: "One, two, three..."
After counting it over and over again ten times, she was finally sure that Huang Jijiao had actually given her a big red envelope of two thousand yuan!
Then she opened the jewelry box, saw the gold bracelet, and couldn't wait to put it on her hand.
"How come this family is so rich all of a sudden?"
"Humph, you have enough money to buy a big house in Baiyun City, but you only give me this little for my 70th birthday. How stingy..."
At noon, when the guests and friends were seated, everyone first wished the old man good health and longevity, and then ran over one after another to toast Li Changjian and Huang Jijiao.
Li Changjian has a good alcohol tolerance, so when he encounters something happy, he naturally accepts all offers.
Huang Dongheng, who was sitting next to Bai Sirong, felt angry on the one hand and very jealous on the other.
In previous years, he was the one who received compliments.
As the first college student in the village, he was surrounded by all kinds of halos. When he returned to his hometown, all the aunts and uncles would come to watch the fun and say good things about him.
It was originally the same this year, but Li Changjian's family stole the limelight.
In the evening, Huang Dongheng returned home with a gloomy face.
His wife Tian Jiahong was lying on the bed applying cucumber to her face. Seeing that Huang Dongheng didn't look happy at all, she asked curiously, "What's wrong? Are you not happy about your mother's 70th birthday? Weren't you always smiling when you came back in previous years?"
Huang Dongheng snorted and said with an unhappy look: "Do you have any impression of my sister Huang Jijiao?"
Tian Jiahong thought about it carefully, and then she remembered: "Yes, what happened to her?"
Huang Dongheng picked up the water cup and took a few gulps. Then he said unhappily, "Their family bought a villa in Baiyun City, and it's a villa in Bihailongting!"
"What? Very expensive?" Tian Jiahong was short-sighted and always only knew how to take advantage of small bargains. She had no idea of the weight of the four words "Bi Hai Long Ting".
Huang Dongheng grinned and snorted, "Oh! Expensive? That's very expensive! Ridiculously expensive! Ordinary elevator apartments cost hundreds of thousands, and villas cost at least millions!"
"Millions?"
Tian Jiahong sat up straight all of a sudden, her expression tense, and all the cucumber slices fell to the ground.
"Didn't you say that they were just vegetable vendors? When did selling vegetables become so profitable? Could they spend millions to buy a villa? Did they fool you?"
Huang Dongheng sighed, looking rather dejected: "I also thought they were scamming me before, but when I came back I asked someone and found out that their useless son got lucky and opened an Internet cafe with someone else and made a lot of money."
"so much?"
Tian Jiahong immediately felt unhappy. Imagining that her poor relatives who couldn't even afford to eat were now living in a villa, she suddenly felt uncomfortable all over and her eyes turned red.
"They spent the money they earned on themselves. Do they still have the family in their eyes? Shouldn't they share the money with their brothers to make money together? It's really inhumane."
All I can say is, if you are not from the same family, you won’t enter the same door.
Huang Dongheng, like Tian Jiahong, was a shameless villain. What seemed outrageous to normal people sounded so reasonable to him: "That's right! How can you not share the benefits with your family? How can this be justified?"
Tian Jiahong rolled her eyes and whispered in her husband's ear, "Is opening an Internet cafe so profitable now? Li Quanwang, a young man who knows nothing, can make millions? Then why can't we? Go borrow one or two million from your nephew, and then we will open an Internet cafe too, a bigger one than his."
"Me? Go borrow money from my nephew?"
Huang Dongheng was very tempted, but he felt too embarrassed to do it.
After all, he always boasted that he was the only college student in the Huang family, and now he had a stable job in the system. He couldn't bow down and borrow money from his good-for-nothing nephew.
Tian Jiahong put her hands on her hips, stared at her husband Huang Dongheng fiercely, and shouted angrily: "What? No? Do you still want to make money?"
Huang Dongheng picked up the water cup, smashed it hard, and then said without hesitation: "I want to."
Tian Jiahong smiled and said, "I miss you but you still don't go? Do you want money or face? Think about it, millions of dollars. If you can make millions of dollars in a short time, why would you still care about your face?"
Huang Dongheng thought about it and felt that his wife's words made sense: "That's right."
Although he now has a stable job and eats government food, he only gets 900 or 1,000 yuan a month. Even with all the benefits, the couple spends money lavishly, so there is not much left every month . Not to mention a villa in Bihailongting, he can't even afford a collective housing in the suburbs of Baiyun City.
In comparison, he felt that his wife was right.
Compared to a business that can make millions in an instant, face means nothing.
"Then I'll find a chance to borrow money from my sister. My sister didn't even have an education back then, and my family supported me through college. If I ask for money, they won't refuse to lend it to me. If they really don't want to show mercy, I'll just ask my mother to intervene. I don't believe my sister would dare to disobey my mother."
As the saying goes, meanness is the passport of the mean. Huang Dongheng has been domineering at home since he was a child, relying on his parents' doting.
In his opinion, if his brothers and sisters have any good things, they should share them with him. This has formed an inherent perception in him.
A person who is used to being despicable often does not feel that he is despicable. On the contrary, because his bottom line is lower than that of the people around him, his life is smooth.
Tian Jiahong looked expectant: "That's right, we are not borrowing money to squander, but to open an Internet cafe. It's impossible that they can open an Internet cafe and make money, so they won't let us open an Internet cafe, right?"
Tian Jiahong could not help but imagine living in a villa worth millions. The more she thought about it, the more excited she became. The two-bedroom apartment in front of her, which she had just gotten and was not even warm enough to use, suddenly did not appeal to her anymore.
