Chapter 1077

To tell the truth, regarding Huang Li's physique, Wang An felt that just standing there without being blown away by the wind was quite an achievement for her.

And for someone like her to say she could work, Wang An truly didn't believe it.

Of course, it wasn't just Wang An who didn't believe it; anyone who had seen Huang Li wouldn't believe it either.

It wasn't that Wang An hadn't seen her thighs earlier; to be honest, those thighs were really not much thicker than Wang An's arms.

Therefore, Wang An subconsciously wanted to refuse.

But seeing the hope in Huang Li's eyes, Wang An's heart softened in the end.

Just as Wang An opened his mouth to agree, he heard Huang Baoguo say in an unkind tone:

"What work are you going to do? You're getting married in a few days. Don't you know how to take care of your body? What if the other side dislikes you then?"

As soon as Huang Baoguo finished speaking, Huang Li suddenly started crying very excitedly, shouting:

"I don't want to marry that old man! I'd rather die than marry him, woooooo..."

As soon as she finished shouting, Huang Li squatted there and cried, crying in a heart-wrenching and devastated way.

This sudden scene made Wang An stunned at first, and then he frowned deeply.

Because Wang An heard very clearly that Huang Li said she was going to marry an old man—that's right, an old man.

A seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl having to marry an old man? To hell with that!

Consequently, Wang An shifted the gear he had just engaged back into neutral.

He heard Huang Baoguo say with a gloomy face but a sad tone:

"Why are you so unreasonable? Do you think it was easy for me to raise you this big? If you marry over there, our whole family can survive. If you don't, what will happen to this whole family? What will we eat? What will we drink?"

Wang An understood now: Huang Baoguo was selling his daughter, just like the couple Mu Hua had sold Mu Xueqing back then.

However, the difference was that although Zheng Fei was a gambler and had poor character, at least his age was comparable to Mu Xueqing's.

As for an "old man," that was beyond evaluation. In this era, anyone who could be called an old man was at least fifty or sixty years old.

Such a person, frankly speaking, had one foot in the grave. If Huang Li married him, damn, it would be no different from finding a grandfather to serve for half a lifetime.

As for Huang Baoguo's words, they were clearly moral kidnapping—to be precise, using kindness to demand repayment. After all, he was Huang Li's father, and he had raised her.

But from Huang Baoguo's tone, it wasn't hard to hear that as the head of the family, he was truly forced into a corner by the survival of his family.

Trading Huang Li's lifelong happiness for the family's chance to survive—this deal was cost-effective from Huang Baoguo's perspective, but from Huang Li's perspective...

After Huang Baoguo finished shouting, Huang Li didn't speak, still squatting there crying.

Wang An shifted the gear, turned off the sidecar, got off, and asked Huang Baoguo with a sullen face:

"What's the meaning of this, brother? Who is that old man? How much money did he give you?"

If it were the old Wang An, he would absolutely not interfere in such matters and might not even take a second look.

Because there were too many tragedies in the world; without absolute strength, who could manage whom? Everything had to rely on oneself.

But the reborn Wang An had changed a lot. So, if he didn't know about Huang Li's situation, that would be one thing, but seeing it with his own eyes and not doing anything—the current Wang An truly couldn't get past his conscience.

The main thing was that for the current Wang An, this wasn't even a problem.

Hearing Wang An's question and noticing his unfriendly expression, Huang Baoguo said with some fear:

"Young Master Little An, this is her fate. You've seen how our family is; I really have no other choice..."

Seeing that Huang Baoguo still wanted to drag it out, Wang An said very impatiently:

"Don't give me that useless crap. Just tell me how much money that old man gave you?"

When he said the last few words, Wang An's tone had become extremely harsh, with the posture of someone ready to throw a punch if things didn't go his way.

The main thing was that although Wang An understood Huang Baoguo's approach of selling his daughter, understanding was one thing; if he wanted Wang An to accept it, that was absolutely impossible.

So if Huang Baoguo talked nonsense again, Wang An's big foot would definitely measure Huang Baoguo's big face.

Huang Baoguo was startled by Wang An's sudden increase in volume. The main thing was that Wang An's previous habit of pulling a gun at the slightest disagreement had truly intimidated Huang Baoguo, so he said cautiously:

"Three... three hundred yuan."

Wang An glared at Huang Baoguo, then took a deep breath to stabilize his emotions; otherwise, he was truly worried that his big foot would accidentally fly onto Huang Baoguo's face.

Three hundred yuan—in this era, that was more than half a year's salary for a regular employee, almost equivalent to seventy or eighty thousand yuan in later generations.

But one had to know that in this era, most dowries were thirty or fifty yuan, at most a hundred or so.

Therefore, for such a high dowry of 300 yuan to be paid, one could see just how damn old that old man must have been.

But it had to be said that this old man was a good calculator, using a mere three hundred yuan to buy a young girl who could solve his special interests and hobbies while also serving his daily needs.

No wonder the ancients said, "Old people are cunning, old horses are slippery." This old bastard was truly damn good at calculating!

Thinking about all this, Wang An very simply took a stack of "Great Unities" (ten-yuan notes) from his pocket, quickly counted out 30 notes, thought for a moment, counted out 10 more, and handed the 400 yuan to Huang Baoguo.

While handing over the money, Wang An said fiercely:

"Since you're selling your daughter anyway, I'll pay 400 yuan to take my niece away, and I'll be responsible for finding her a good husband. That's no problem, right?"

However, what Wang An didn't expect was that Huang Baoguo didn't look at the 400 yuan but said with a mournful face:

"Young Master Little An, I really have no choice. I don't want her to marry that old man either, but our family has to survive..."

It was clear that Huang Baoguo wasn't faking it; he was truly in pain. The burden of the family was about to crush him to death.

Wang An noticed that Huang Baoguo's wife was also shedding tears at the door of the dugout, and next to her was Huang Zhong, wearing only a pair of tattered underpants.

Wang An held the money, listened to Huang Baoguo's rambling for a long time, thought for a while, and then said irritably:

"Alright, alright, a grown man crying like a sissy—aren't you ashamed? Listen, she called me 'Little Uncle,' so she can't call me that in vain, but I can't give this money for nothing either. How about this: my niece will work at my house for 3 years to pay off this 400 yuan."

Thanks to "Emperor of the Great Empire" for the tip, thank you, thank you, thank you very much!

Wishing you, big brother, a happy and fulfilling life, and smooth sailing in your wealth!