Chapter 1867: The Tough Old Father 2

"You truly are your father's daughter; you two have the exact same temper, turning hostile the moment things don't go your way."

Li Xue lifted her tear-stained face and cast a grateful look at Zichen through the rearview mirror.

When he started speaking, she had really wanted to jump out of the car and die, but he spoke very well and preserved her dignity.

Lao Litou was half-believing and half-doubting, seeking confirmation from his daughter: "Is what he said true?"

His daughter nodded and whispered, "Mm, it's true."

Lao Litou's anger subsided a little, and he lectured Zichen: "Kid, don't you go having any unrealistic fantasies. It's impossible for my daughter to go work for you. Our own business is doing just fine, as you can see; there's no need to go and suffer the indignity of a capitalist..."

The old man muttered to himself, and Zichen didn't take the bait again.

When they reached the street corner, the father and daughter got out of the car, and Zichen prepared to drive away.

Lao Litou called out to stop him: "Didn't you say the car was to be left here? Why are you driving it away?"

Zichen said: "If it gets lost while left here, or if the car has more problems, will you compensate for it as well?"

Lao Litou: "Just drive it away, give me the address, and we'll meet at the repair shop tomorrow; you don't need to come over."

"Fine."

Zichen wrote down the address of the S Shop, they agreed on a time, and he drove back.

On the way back, he felt this old man was actually quite amusing.

He looked old-fashioned on the surface, but he was quite straightforward.

Although stubborn, his heart wasn't bad.

The next day.

When Zichen arrived at the S Shop, Lao Litou had already arrived.

The old man complained when he saw him: "Why are you only just arriving? I've been here for a long time."

Zichen retorted: "I'm not late. I arrived within the agreed time; you can't say I'm late just because you arrived early."

The old man glared at him, having nothing to say.

Zichen drove in, and the staff greeted him enthusiastically.

Upon seeing the car, the staff member was shocked: "President Sheng, who did this to your car?"

Sheng Zichen said: "You don't need to worry about that. Help me replace it with a new one; tell him how much it costs, he's paying."

The staff member sized up Lao Litou a few times, and seeing that although he was dressed cleanly, he clearly didn't look like someone who could afford such a car, he couldn't help but look down on him.

"Old man, did you scratch this car?"

"No, I chopped it!" Lao Litou had long been annoyed by the staff's snobbish attitude; he had stood at the entrance for a long time earlier, and these people had walked past him with great arrogance.

But in front of Sheng Zichen, they immediately bowed and scraped like pugs.

He despised such people the most, and now that he was asked, he immediately retorted stiffly.

"You chopped it? And you're still acting righteous? Do you know how much it costs to fix this, old man? You're in big trouble..."

Lao Litou: "How much?"

He had inquired about it when he came; even if the entire front part was replaced, it shouldn't cost much—a few thousand yuan should be enough.

But the staff member's words took him by surprise.

The staff member said: "For this car, if we fix everything, it'll cost at least four hundred thousand."

"Impossible, you're extorting me!"

As soon as the old man heard it would cost so much, he immediately refused to accept it.

"You're bullying me just because I'm old. It's just a piece of sheet metal, how could it be worth so much? Your shop is bullying customers; I'm going to report you to the Price Bureau..."

He made a scene, claiming they were extorting him and threatening to report them to the Price Bureau.

Quite a few people at the S Shop were attracted over; whether they were customers or other staff, they all said there was no extortion. This car was worth millions, and to repair it to be exactly the same, it would indeed cost that much.

Someone even asked him where he had gotten the price of a few thousand yuan.

It couldn't be a roadside repair shop, could it?

It actually was.

Lao Litou was blatantly mocked by the very type of person he looked down on most: "Old man, even if you haven't eaten pork, you should have seen a pig run. Even if you're ignorant, you should know that cars are different. The car President Sheng drives—any single wheel could buy a car of the type you're talking about. How could the repair costs be the same?"

"If you're poor and can't afford to pay, just say you can't afford it. You can't be both poor and unreasonable, acting like being poor makes you right..."

Lao Litou's face turned beet red, and he stomped his feet in anger.

But stomping his feet didn't help; in any case, Lao Litou couldn't come up with the four hundred thousand yuan for the repairs right now. He didn't have that much cash on hand.

He had only brought ten thousand yuan, thinking it would be enough, but he hadn't expected it to be far from sufficient.

But he wouldn't admit defeat, dropping a line: "I'm going back to get the money." After saying that, he left.

The staff wanted to stop him, but Zichen stopped them, telling them to just repair the car normally and not to worry about anything else.

Everyone present thought the old man had been scared off, but that wasn't the case.

As soon as he got home, he started making arrangements to sell the house!

But a house isn't a cabbage; it can't be sold the moment you want to, and his daughter was also against it.

"Dad, why do you want to sell the house? If we sell the house, where will we live?" Li Xueer asked.

Lao Litou was no longer tough in front of his daughter, and he said to her with a worried face: "Daughter, I'm sorry. I've caused trouble this time. The repairs cost four hundred thousand, and our family can't afford that amount at all; we have to sell the house."

When Li Xueer heard that the repairs cost four hundred thousand, she was also shocked, but she disagreed with her father's claim that the family didn't have the money.

"Dad, our family has four hundred thousand. We don't need to sell the house."

The father and daughter sold fried buns at a stall every day; although the profit margin wasn't high, business was very good. With small profits and quick turnover, they did have the four hundred thousand.

But Lao Litou shook his head, rejecting his daughter's suggestion: "No, that money is your dowry; we can't touch it."

"Once the house is sold, we'll go out and rent a place to live."

"You've grown up now. I'll ask the neighbors to introduce you to a good partner. Once you get married, my mission will be accomplished, and I'll be able to close my eyes in peace even if it happens right now."

Li Xueer felt heartbroken listening to this, and she firmly forbade her father from selling the house.

This house was the place where she had grown up since she was little; although it was old and small, she was very unwilling to sell it.

"Dad, I won't get married, I don't need a dowry, we can just use this money to pay for his car repairs; no matter what, the house cannot be sold!"

The father and daughter both had the same temper; once they set their minds on something, they would not easily turn back.

Under Li Xueer's interference, the house naturally did not end up being sold.

Afternoon.

The father and daughter came together to the S Shop to pay the car repair fees.

But the staff would not accept their money, saying that President Sheng had already paid it, and if they wanted to return the money, they should go return it to President Sheng.

The father and daughter arrived at Sheng Zichen's office once again, and "bang," a bulging bag was slammed onto the desk.

"What is the meaning of this?"

Zichen did not understand for a moment what they had come to do.

"Returning your money; there is four hundred thousand here, count it and see if it's enough."

"Not a single cent will be missing from what is yours."

Sheng Zichen:...

He had still underestimated the level of stubbornness in this pair of father and daughter.

He asked: "How long did it take to save up this much money? You just took it out like this, aren't you even a little bit pained?"

Lao Litou: "Debts must be repaid, there's nothing more to say; it's only right and proper. Don't talk nonsense, hurry up and count if any is missing. If it's not missing, then we are square."

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