Chapter 962

Seeing Cao Weiguo doing better and better, they couldn't get any benefit from him at all.

This situation made them feel an indescribable sense of stifling, discomfort, and anger.

Yi Zhonghai was the First Uncle!

The Deaf Old Lady was known as the ancestor of the courtyard!

The two of them, one civil and one martial, controlled the Sihe Academy; whose family wouldn't have to pay them respect when something good happened?

But ever since Cao Weiguo started to stand out, their past glory had gone and would never return.

Yi Zhonghai's reputation was ruined, and he stank throughout the streets.

The Deaf Old Lady had lost all face, losing every bit of her old dignity.

Now, neither the courtyard nor the neighborhood office took them seriously anymore.

Just take the present for example, Cao Weiguo didn't even look at them straight.

Those young people didn't even greet them when they saw them.

It was enough to make one die of anger!

The Deaf Old Lady returned to her room and cursed Cao Weiguo for having no conscience.

Yi Zhonghai also criticized Cao Weiguo for not knowing how to respect the elderly.

Both of them wished they could drive Cao Weiguo out of the Sihe Academy.

These two hated Cao Weiguo to death, but Cao Weiguo didn't take them seriously at all.

After finishing the coal briquettes, Cao Weiguo invited a group of people to his home.

Song Yulan warmly entertained the guests, and Cao Weiguo personally went to the kitchen to add a few simple dishes.

A group of people gathered at the Cao home, raising their glasses and picking up their chopsticks to eat and drink heartily.

This lively commotion soon spread, making the residents in the courtyard envious.

The Third Uncle Yan Fugui was unhappy: "Does this Cao Weiguo still have me, the Third Uncle, in his eyes? He's hosting a dinner and didn't even invite me? No conscience! It was in vain that I looked after him so much in the past; don't expect me to help him with anything in the future!"

His eldest daughter-in-law curled her lips: "Dad! Don't be so self-indulgent. He is a Deputy Division Chief of the Rolling Mill; countless people are scrambling to suck up to him. What could he possibly need your help with?"

Yan Jiecheng glared: "How are you talking to Dad! Do you know any rules!"

The eldest daughter-in-law slapped the table: "Just chatting! How do I not know the rules!"

Once his wife showed her power, Yan Jiecheng immediately wilted: "I misspoke, I misspoke. I just meant for you to be respectful to Dad. My dad isn't being self-indulgent; he is the Third Uncle of the courtyard, the managing uncle appointed by the neighborhood office!"

The eldest daughter-in-law laughed: "Forget it! Is a managing uncle a Section Chief or a Division Chief? What is his administrative rank? Isn't that just a hollow title?"

The Third Uncle was so embarrassed his face turned red; he couldn't even finish his meal, put the half-eaten steamed bun back into the pot, and walked out of the room in a huff.

The Third Aunt glared at the eldest daughter-in-law: "Couldn't you have said less? Look at how angry you made your dad; he didn't even finish his bun."

The eldest daughter-in-law lowered her head and muttered: "I was just telling the truth; who knew Dad was so narrow-minded."