Chapter 616

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Protagonist:

Li Xiulan

"You're good in every way, just too honest!"

Lan Menglian's face was full of displeasure:

"If we really spend all our savings, how will we raise the child in the future? You don't think of me, but you should think of our child!"

Liang Xinghua's heart trembled, and his thoughts became complicated.

He could only smoke with his head down.

Yes, what about the child?

It doesn't matter if he suffers and works hard himself, but he can't let his own child suffer and work hard too, right?

"How about this: after we buy Wang Zhanggen's building, you and the child come back to Shangou Village to live. The cost of living in the village is low, and the air environment is also good."

Liang Xinghua finally said such a sentence.

He also wanted to keep the child by his side, but reality could only force him to make such a choice.

"Listen to what you're saying, Liang Xinghua, are you still a man?"

Lan Menglian got angry, giving her husband no face at all, and she continued:

"That building isn't even renovated. After we spend one hundred thousand yuan, will we still have money to renovate? If we can't renovate, do you want me and the child to live in a raw house with wind blowing from all sides? Also, there isn't even a decent primary school in the rural area now. How do you expect me and the child to live in the rural area?"

Liang Xinghua was made angry by what she said, and he slapped the table:

"Then what do you say I should do! That person's building is sold to us for one hundred thousand yuan; we've already gotten a huge bargain. I don't have the face to go haggle with them again! If you have the face, you go ask them!"

Lan Menglian gritted her teeth in resentment:

"Fine, fine, fine, you have no face, right? Then I'll go haggle myself!"

Saying this, she held the child and turned around to go to Wang Zhanggen's home.

And at this time, Wang Zhanggen had just returned to the dilapidated temporary residence at the Village Entrance Small Shop.

"Originally I thought that after the house was finished, I'd move out of this broken place. Now it seems this broken place will probably have to be lived in for another year or two!"

Wang Zhanggen sighed.

"Dad, how did the discussion with Liang Xinghua go?"

Wang Dashan hurriedly asked.

Wang Zhanggen truthfully said:

"It's settled. One hundred thousand yuan, sell the house to him, and he transfers his homestead land to us."

"One hundred thousand, that's too little!" Wang Erhai immediately became unhappy: "This would be a huge loss!"

Wang Erhai was a pure businessman. He felt that selling this raw house from his hometown to Liang Xinghua was purely a business transaction. Losing so much was obviously not worth it.

If he could be the master of this family, even if he blew up that house, he wouldn't do such a loss-making business.

"There's no other way." Wang Zhanggen sighed. "That person Liang Xinghua is poor to begin with; he only has a little over one hundred thousand yuan in savings. Getting one hundred thousand back is already not bad."

Wang Dashan also said:

"Yes, this is already not bad. Just consider it stopping the loss in time."

Wang Xiaohua also said:

"There's no other choice. This house has become a haunted house now. If we don't sell it to Liang Xinghua, probably no one else would be willing to buy it."

The father and son were talking.

At this time, dog barking came from outside.

Someone had come.

Looking up, he saw Lan Menglian holding the child walk in.

She was even still wearing the white mourning clothes for guarding the spirit.

"Meng Lian, it's so late and you've come here. Is something the matter?"

Wang Zhanggen hurriedly stood up to greet her: "Come in and sit! Xiao Hua, go brew a cup of tea!"

"Okay, okay!"

Wang Xiaohua stood up to brew tea, already sensing that Lan Menglian's sudden visit might not have a pure purpose.

"No need to brew tea for me. I just came to say a few words to you."

Lan Menglian spoke while coaxing the child in her arms. She didn't sit down, just standing there.

"Meng Lian, if you have something to say, just say it directly."

Wang Zhanggen had a polite smile on his face.

At this time, even Wang Dashan and Wang Erhai had already felt that the visitor had ill intentions.

"Brother Changgen, my husband is an honest person. You definitely know this, but you can't bully honest people like this. Your building sold to us for one hundred thousand yuan is a bargain, but all our savings are only around one hundred thousand yuan. If we really give you one hundred thousand yuan, how will we live? How will we raise the child? How about I just give this child directly to your family to raise? Anyway, we can't afford to raise him later!"

Saying this, Lan Menglian was about to stuff the child into Wang Zhanggen's arms.

Wang Zhanggen was so startled by Lan Menglian's actions that he lost his color, and he hurriedly waved his hands:

"How can this be? You and Xinghua only have this one child!"

But Lan Menglian insisted on forcibly stuffing the child into Wang Zhanggen's arms:

"Don't refuse. You raised three children before and raised them to be so promising. You don't care about raising one more now!"

Wang Zhanggen's face was full of a bitter smile, and he was panicked:

"This won't do, this won't do..."

"Meng Lian Auntie, let's talk nicely, don't get excited first." Wang Dashan hurried over to comfort Lan Menglian.

Wang Erhai looked speechless and was somewhat angry inside.

In his view, Lan Menglian was here to cause trouble.

Lan Menglian saw that the atmosphere had been set just about right, and put on a strong attitude:

"If you want to sell that haunted house to us, I have no objection, but you can't force a sale; you have to give me and my child a way to live, right? You ask for one hundred thousand, that's not giving us a way to live!"

Wang Erhai couldn't help it:

"One hundred thousand is already very low; our material costs alone have been more than one hundred thousand, Meng Lian Auntie, we have to talk about principles, right?"

Lan Menglian said instead:

"One hundred thousand isn't high, but we can't pay it! If we really gave you one hundred thousand, we couldn't raise our children! You want to talk about principles, right? Then I'll talk about principles with you! My mother-in-law hanged herself in your building; shouldn't you give some compensation? I want one hundred thousand, isn't that reasonable!"

After Lan Menglian said this, everyone in the Wang Family was dumbfounded.

At this time Wang Dashan realized just how wise Wang Erhai's earlier choice of not actively compensating the Liang Family had been.

Liang Xinghua might not push his luck, but looking at Lan Menglian's current expression, it was obvious she was not a good sort; if she thought the Wang Family was a soft persimmon, she might really squeeze them to death.

"Meng Lian, you can't say it like that; your mother-in-law did hang herself in our building, but we didn't make her hang herself, so how can you ask us to compensate you?" Li Xiulan spoke at this time.

Lan Menglian instead said with a strong attitude:

"I don't care; the dead are the greatest; my mother-in-law died in your house, so you definitely have to take responsibility!"

She also said:

"One thing is one thing; your house became a haunted house because my mother-in-law hanged herself; we will take responsibility for that, but before that, you have to take responsibility for my mother-in-law's death first!"

"We indeed should take some responsibility for your mother-in-law's death." Wang Zhanggen, out of sympathy, softened his tone: "Tell me, how much compensation do you want?"

But once he softened, Lan Menglian pushed her luck.

"No matter what, it has to be no less than two hundred and fifty thousand!"

Lan Menglian said righteously and confidently:

"I'm not taking advantage of you; wasn't that raw house of yours sold for over two hundred thousand? Whatever you spent, we'll pay you that much when we buy it, but first we'll deduct my mother-in-law's compensation, and make up the difference or refund the excess!"

Wang Zhanggen was immediately stunned.

That raw house, material costs and labor costs, totaled about two hundred and twenty thousand; calculated this way, selling the building would mean he'd have to pay over twenty thousand out of pocket?

"Meng Lian, isn't this a bit unreasonable?"

Wang Zhanggen's face turned black.

Lan Menglian said instead:

"How am I being unreasonable? I'm talking about principles with you right now! Brother Changgen, let me put it this way; if I were being unreasonable, yesterday when your two sons got married, I would have had Xinghua carry his mother's corpse to the wedding venue! Now I'm talking to you nicely, so you should be glad!"