Chapter 134: Numeric Romance

Xiao Shan shook his head in disapproval: "You, you're getting into trouble again. You're a father now—why do you still talk like you did when you were a kid, spouting nonsense?"

Xiao Ming heard this and could neither laugh nor cry.

His uncle really hasn't changed at all—he's still very timid.

But this can't be blamed on him—when you're broke, you have to lower your stance, otherwise you'll only suffer losses.

But times have changed—now that Xiao Ming's uncle has him, he naturally no longer needs to live a life of anxiety.

In Xiao Shan's view, his words are simply unfounded—as a child, Xiao Ming only dreamed of becoming a big shot, a rich person, and loved to mess around with all sorts of nonsense.

In his eyes, that was neglecting one's proper duties.

Xiao Ming told him he wanted to go to the city to make his way, but he disagreed completely, worrying that this boy's ill-behaved nature would cause trouble outside.

He never imagined that Xiao Ming now not only had money, but had reached a level of wealth he dared not even think about.

"Yes, yes, I won't say it." Xiao Ming said helplessly, admitting defeat.

"Tomorrow is Junrong's big day; as his uncle, I naturally have to help him." Xiao Ming said earnestly.

"Help? What can you help him with?" Xiao Shan glared at him: "Money—take good care of it. You and the kids stay in the backyard; I'll go check things out."

Xiao Ming clearly knew the bride's family was making things difficult for them, so he couldn't just stay quietly in the back doing nothing; seeing his uncle heading to the front hall, he also took a few kids and followed.

At that moment, in the main house, Song Huihui's aunt was shouting righteously; seeing Xiao Ming come out, Wang Yuling was slightly startled.

This man's aura was truly strong, making Wang Yuling inexplicably feel intimidated; when she spoke, her voice unconsciously lowered, and her tone was much softer than before: "Junrong, it's not that I'm unreasonable; we're willing to let you marry our daughter because you and our daughter are quite affectionate."

"You also need to understand us—who wouldn't want to marry off their daughter in grand style? You agree, right?"

"Look at you—you went to just an ordinary school, while our Huihui attends a prestigious university; frankly, marrying our daughter would be you marrying up, but we see you as honest and good to our Huihui."

"If you can manage this wedding more or less, then we have nothing more to say; you take Huihui home happily—isn't that a win-win? You agree, right?"

"If the wedding is lively, your Xiao family will have face, right?"

"I'm having you raise the standard of the banquet—this is for the consideration of both families; if you can't handle it, I won't say more—you know what to do."

"Aunt, this is too…" Junrong looked embarrassed; according to Wang Yuling's demand, his family still needed to come up with another four or five hundred thousand to settle things, and now he was truly penniless.

"Tomorrow is the wedding; you suddenly demand changing everything—there's simply no time to prepare."

The main point is, the Xiao family doesn't have that much money; Junrong can't possibly drive his whole family into destitution just for his own wedding, can he?

"What hardware, luxury cars—Aunt, in such a short time I really can't meet your demands." Junrong replied helplessly.

Xiao Ming listened from the side and got the gist—so the bride's family is demanding a lavish wedding, right?

Put bluntly, they want to solve it with money—no wonder the uncle's family looks worried; their situation is poor, so naturally they can't meet the bride's demands.

Xiao Ming asked: "Junrong, what kind of car do they want for the wedding procession? What specifications for the betrothal gifts?"

Junrong looked at the uncle who had just returned and reconnected with the Xiao family, and said helplessly: "They said they want at least a Maserati, at worst a Land Rover."

"The betrothal gifts must be worth over 200,000."

Talking about this made Junrong wish he were dead—it's truly "a peck of rice breaking a strong man's back."

"One Maserati? That's nowhere near enough." Xiao Ming said calmly, then turned to look at Song Huihui's aunt.

"Hello, I'm Xiao Ming, Junrong's uncle. I didn't expect that upon returning to reconnect with the family, I'd happen to catch you discussing the wedding."

"It's my nephew's big day; as his uncle I should do something for him—it's also a blessing for the two kids."

"You say you want a Maserati for the wedding? One isn't enough—nowadays young people care about romance, and there's something called 'numeric romance': 520, meaning 'I love you'."

Then let's follow the young people's romance and use fifty-two Maseratis for the wedding procession.

As soon as Xiao Ming spoke, everyone present was stunned—fifty-two Maseratis?

The bride's side first felt shocked, but soon the shock was replaced by mockery.

Fifty-two Maseratis? Are we playing house, buying toy cars?

Hearing this, the Xiao family members all felt a cold sweat in their hearts; right now, Wang Yuling's demands are already enough to trouble them—if this remark lets the other side take advantage, they'd be in a bind.

"Heh, Junrong's uncle, right? You say you'll use fifty-two Maseratis for the wedding procession? I think you're just trying to make fun of us." Wang Yuling said with a scornful face: "Don't blame me for not warning you—people say only what they can do; if you can't deliver, you'll be slapping your own family's face."

"You don't need to worry about that." Xiao Ming said in a somewhat indifferent tone.

Xiao Ming, being a seasoned businessman, found reading people's expressions as easy as a meal; by now he had already figured out the general situation.

Since it's the uncle's family affair, it's also his affair—do they want to slap the Xiao family's face?

Heh, what international joke is this.

Seeing Xiao Shan and the other Xiao family members looking worried, Xiao Ming knew they thought he was just spouting nonsense again; now isn't the time to explain in detail—getting things done is the best explanation.

Regardless of what the Xiao family thinks, he spoke to Wang Yuling with an unquestionable attitude: "Your demand is to have a grand wedding, right? No problem—our Xiao family agrees."

"We'll definitely hold a grand wedding; you just go back and make preparations, waiting for our Xiao family to come fetch the bride."

Seeing the other side obviously didn't believe him, Xiao Ming also lost patience—he had no leisure to argue with them: "Alright, you've made your demands and our Xiao family has agreed; stop bothering my uncle here."

His tone now carried a hint of impatience—someone like Wang Yuling trying to shout in front of Xiao Ming? She doesn't have the standing for that.