Chapter 384

"Eh? It's Mu Yang?" Chongyun and Xingqiu were also shocked upon hearing this.

For the name Mu Yang, they usually only hear his name but don't see his person.

This is a famous figure in Liyue; after all, he has scandals with Keqing and Ningguang, and it is rumored that he is the husband of the Raiden Shogun; such a person is not someone they can contact at will.

Not to mention them, even if their own fathers came here, they would have to be respectful when facing Mu Yang.

It's just how could Hu Tao know Mu Yang?

You agreed to be a small fry together, but you silently got to know a big shot behind your back.

Hu Tao, you've changed!

"Long time no see, Hu Tao!" Mu Yang greeted Hu Tao: "Are you going to deposit the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor's Mora into Liyue Bank?"

"That's for sure, the interest given by Northland Bank is not as high as Liyue Bank.

Moreover, Liyue Bank has Liyue's official guarantee behind it, it is our own bank in Liyue.

At this time, naturally, we must support Liyue Bank.

I have already agreed with Ningguang that I will pull 2 billion Mora to Liyue Bank." Hu Tao said full of pride.

2 billion Mora is actually quite a lot, but considering the thousand-year accumulation of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, 2 billion Mora doesn't seem particularly much.

However, Mu Yang still asked with a strange expression: "Does Zhong Li know about this?"

"How can he know about this!" Hu Tao snorted: "If Zhong Li knows that the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor still has so much Mora.

When he goes out to eat in the future, wouldn't he tell those people to send the bill to Liyue Bank, under the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor's account?

Even if there is more Mora, it won't be enough for him to spend."

For a thousand-year-old force, 2 billion Mora is actually not particularly much; of course, this is more because the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor itself doesn't care much about Mora.

Usually, they will also donate some Mora to help some people with economic difficulties have a low-cost or even free burial.

If it weren't for Zhong Li, Hu Tao wouldn't need to worry about Mora.

"It's fine, anyway, it's sent to Northland Bank." Mu Yang chuckled: "Don't let him know you have savings in Liyue Bank for the time being."

"Sigh! It's not a long-term solution either." Hu Tao said somewhat helplessly: "If it weren't for Tartaglia, his bill would also be sent to the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, and I couldn't refuse or deny the account.

You say, if it's just consumption at Wanmin Restaurant, that's fine, but many antiques or something, the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor can't afford it."

"Then you can also sell his antiques? Although Zhong Li spends money lavishly.

But the things he buys are also worth the price, except for liking to reward money for listening to music and storytelling, other consumption can't be considered blind consumption."

"Seems not bad, when the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor really has no Mora, you can sell those things, anyway, it looks like there are more than 1 billion Mora." Hu Tao nodded thoughtfully, "Xingqiu, you know more about these things, when shall we go and estimate the price."

"Uh, okay." Xingqiu wanted to refuse, but he couldn't afford to offend that Mr. Zhong Li.

He grew up with Hu Tao, and he knows a little about Zhong Li; this guy is probably also an Adeptus.

But since Hu Tao said so, he couldn't refuse, so he wouldn't acquire those things when the time comes.

He is also very curious about how many good things that Mr. Zhong Li bought.

After all, Hu Tao has complained to him more than once that Zhong Li spends money lavishly, and the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor's savings are about to be spent by Zhong Li.

For this reason, Hu Tao also needs to go out to pull business.

It's really hard for Hu Tao, but if it were his own family, if spending some Mora could invite such an Adeptus, Xingqiu feels that no matter how much Mora there is, his old man would be willing, right?

"By the way, calling you over this time is for this person." Mu Yang pointed to Chongyun who was silently gnawing on a popsicle and watching the show.

"Me?" Chongyun looked at Mu Yang somewhat dumbfoundedly.

Why did he get involved when he was eating melon well?

It seems there is no relationship between their family and Mu Yang, right? As for money or something, their family doesn't have much.

Because of the teachings of the patriarch, they are all doing conscientious work; if the whole family pools together, it would be very good to have tens of millions of Mora in liquid funds.

Of course, this economy is actually not a small amount of property for ordinary people.

"Hmm, it's mainly her relationship, she has some relative relationship with you." Mu Yang pointed to Shenhe on the side and said: "You can go home and investigate; if you really count it, she can be considered your aunt."

"Aunt?" Chongyun didn't even want to gnaw on the popsicle anymore, looking at Shenhe full of shock.

She didn't feel that Mu Yang was deceiving her; after all, she didn't seem to have the value of being deceived by Mu Yang.

The relationship between their family and Mu Yang is unequal itself.

If this woman is really his aunt, then it is definitely his family climbing high.

"I'm not very clear either, whether I am your aunt or not." Shenhe rubbed her forehead and recounted her childhood memories.

And these memories made Chongyun's eyes brighter and brighter; those people seem to be his family members.

He hurriedly said: "It's all true, you should be my aunt, do you want to go back with me?"

Subsequently, Chongyun looked at Mu Yang again: "No, I'll go and call my parents back now."

For their family, this is definitely a good opportunity.

This aunt must be recognized; of course, if the other party has no background and doesn't know Mu Yang, Chongyun would also recognize this aunt.

After all, their family is relatively upright, and they can't tolerate their own people being wronged outside.

"Uh..." Watching Chongyun leave in a hurry, Mu Yang was also speechless, and then asked Shenhe: "Do you plan to meet your family members?"

Shenhe was a bit silent; her parents were her pain, especially her father.

For other so-called family members, Shenhe had no impression, and for a while, she didn't know what to do.

"Eh, what's there to ask, since they are relatives, then meet them. If you get along well, then they are relatives, and you can walk around more in the future; if you don't get along, then contact less." Seeing Shenhe like this, Hu Tao asked with some confusion: "Isn't everyone like this?

As far as I know, many relatives actually maintain superficial intimacy, right?"