At the end of the meal, Wang Hongquan finally couldn't help it. He put down the wine cup and asked Dabai: "Dabai, where's the money? We have brought it to you. We scraped it together with your uncles."

"Next, it's time to take over this shop. While we are all here, let's write down the paperwork in black and white and start the business as soon as possible, right?"

Dabai was still peeling shrimps from Hongmei and ignored Wang Hongquan's words. He said casually: "Sir, just bring the money. As for other things, I will take care of them. You don't understand, so don't make trouble."

Already."

Wang Hongquan frowned.

Aunt Dabai couldn't help it, "How come you, kid, are talking to your father? What do you mean, don't cause trouble? Your father and we are all caring about you. With so much money, we are afraid that you will be cheated, you know."

No?"

When Aunt Dabai said this, she deliberately glanced at Hongmei.

Hongmei sat there, slowly enjoying Dabai's service. She was indifferent to Aunt Dabai's words about holding a gun and a stick, and she didn't even bother to raise her eyelids.

Because she knew that Dabai was just a sword and there was no need to use it on her own.

Sure enough, Dabai immediately pointed the knife at his aunt: "Auntie, what do you mean? You're talking in a weird way, and it's just forty taels of silver. In your opinion, it's a big deal. People who are really doing business."

That’s not enough in my eyes.”

He put the shrimps in his hand into Hongmei's bowl and continued: "Not to mention anything else, when Zhang Ji's morning tea shop was open before, the net profit in one month was 40 taels of silver, so every day

The running account is more than forty taels of silver, coming in and out, a person with a shallow eyelid like you should be scared to death!"

"Dabai, are you scolding me for being short-sighted?"

"I didn't scold you. Auntie, you had to do it yourself."

"Dabai, talk to your aunt properly." Yang Huamei tugged at the corner of Dabai's clothes.

She sat on the left side of Dabai, and Hongmei sat on the right side of Dabai. In the time it took for Dabai to peel off a meal, there was not even a trace of his filial piety in the bowl of her birth mother, and the bowl of Hongmei's mistress was piled up into a hill.

Wang Hongquan also looked at Dabai with a dark face, "You are already a businessman, why are you still like this?"

Dabai sneered at the disappointment and anger on everyone's faces, "I have grown up and know what to do, so you don't need to worry blindly."

"If you are really worried about me, come up with something real, talk about your eldest nephew and eldest nephew, who wouldn't? Money? What I need most in business is money. Can you give it to me?

!”

Dabai's mutterings reached the ears of his aunt and uncle word for word, and the aunt was so angry that she couldn't hold the bowl.

"Okay, okay, it's us dogs who are meddling in other people's business. We have no ability. We have embarrassed you and hindered you. If you get rich and become a big shopkeeper, we won't beat you Qiufeng!"

Aunt Dabai put the bowl in her hand heavily on the table, turned around and left.

"Hey, eldest sister, don't leave..."

Yang Huamei quickly stood up and was about to chase her. Uncle Dabai also stood up and stopped her: "Stop chasing her. We'll go back when we're full and you can continue eating."

The man said expressionlessly. Before leaving, he took a look at Dabai and snorted, "You don't know what's good and what's wrong, so you should do what you want!"

After saying these words, the man also walked away.

Yang Huamei stood there and stamped her feet anxiously, "Dabai, you should stop me! Your aunt and uncle came here just for you, and they didn't even take a bite of the meal..."

Dabai pulled the corner of his mouth and smiled strangely, "I am not used to such poor relatives who are poor and have a bad temper..."

Wang Hongquan slammed the table, which startled Dabai.

"Master..."

"I'm not your father, don't call me that!"

The old man also left in anger, leaving Yang Huamei standing at the table, not knowing what to do.

At this time, Hongmei was finally full. She took out her handkerchief and slowly wiped the corners of her mouth, and said to Yang Huamei: "I can understand Aunt Dabai's worries. Aren't they just worried that I will cheat Dabai's money? My husband and I

I don’t even want to explain Dabai’s feelings, Dabai knows it very well, and it was Dabai’s aunt who looked down on people that made Dabai angry.”

Yang Huamei smiled bitterly, "You guys are all good to Dabai..."

Hongmei nodded, "You don't have to worry about the store at home. Dabai is right, you are not good at it either. I will take care of everything. I will help Dabai reopen the store. When we make money, we will pay off the debts first."

Pay it back and send some things to Aunt Dabai and the others. It won't help if you ask Dabai to apologize now. Only when Dabai makes money and succeeds can what he says and does have weight among relatives and friends."

After Yang Huamei was in a trance for a while, she suddenly felt that Hongmei's words really made sense.

There are so many good words being said right now, and I am sure that people will not believe them after all.

Only when you really show your ability to prove yourself, then you don’t need to say anything, even if you fart, others will support you.

Isn't that what Qing'er is like? No matter what she says or does, she is always asked to sit in on every family meeting of the old Yang family and make decisions. Isn't it because she sees Qing'er's ability that she becomes more and more praised?

"You can become a master by enduring hardships. If a person wants to achieve something, he must not follow what others say." Hongmei stood up, came to Yang Huamei, took her hand and whispered softly.

"Dabai is a capable person. What he lacks is opportunities. I will help him. There is a misunderstanding about him at home. I hope that as his mother, you can help him bear the pressure and don't let him bear too much burden.

Heavy, okay?"

Hongmei's words seem to have a kind of magic power, and her natural good looks make it easy for people to hear her words and feel them in their hearts.

Yang Huamei nodded in an awkward manner, "Okay, I believe you. I will bear the pressure at home, and you will help him outside. Sister, let's work together to help Dabai get his business together. He will be successful in the future.

You and I will both have someone to rely on when we grow old."

Hongmei smiled and said nothing, looking at the hands held by the two of them, saying that they were sisters, and they were only five or six years apart in age, but their hands were separated by generations.

The back of Yang Huamei's hand was rough and dark, with calluses in several places. In order to make it easier to work, her nails were shaved bare, and veins would bulge in certain places on the back of her hand with slight exertion.

In comparison, Hongmei's hands are slender, white and tender. My hands are smooth and greasy, and her nails are long and pink, with traces of cinnabar remaining on them.

She didn't know what kind of good stuff she put on her hands. After the two of them separated their hands, Yang Huamei smelled a faint fragrance on her hands.
Chapter completed!