Chapter 363

Dad, what kind of person is my uncle? You don't even know, and you haven't been in contact for years—do you really think you can get some advantage from my uncle? You might as well be dreaming!

Du Wenxuan's expression turned serious; although he didn't know much about his uncle Zhang Deben, having been distant since childhood, even without his father's long-term indoctrination, he clearly knew his uncle would bring him no benefit at all.

He might even have to take advantage from their family; his father hadn't been in contact with his uncle for years, and deep down he actually didn't know how happy he was.

There's no need to waste time going to those poor, remote places; besides, there's no need to worry, the Zhang Deben family is taking advantage of them.

What nonsense are you spouting, kid? What do you mean by me trying to get some advantage from your uncle...

Du Guan snorted in dissatisfaction; before he could finish his sentence, he saw Du Wenxuan looking confident and said, "Kid, could it be that you have a way to help me get closer to your uncle?"

Of course I have a way!

Du Wenxuan gave a hehe smile, as if he had thought of something, his face full of smugness; seeing his father open his mouth, he didn't even need to think to know what his father would say, and he spoke first:

But Dad, if you want me to tell you my method, you have to agree to one thing first!

You little brat...

Du Guan flared up instantly, about to launch into a tirade, but seeing Du Wenxuan completely unfazed, knowing a few words wouldn't scare this kid, he changed his tone:

Fine, go ahead and speak; as long as your method works and helps me break the ice with your uncle, I don't just promise one thing—even ten or a hundred would be no problem!

Of course.

What he actually wanted to say wasn't about breaking the ice with Zhang Deben; he didn't really care how his relationship with Zhang Deben was; what he cared about was profiting from Zhang Deben.

As long as Zhang Deben could let him make money, let alone bowing before Zhang Deben, even if he had to call Zhang Deben "grandfather," he wouldn't mind.

In these days, everything is false; only money is real.

It's merely a verbal title that can exchange for a great deal of wealth; let alone him, anyone with a sound mind would do it.

However.

If Zhang Deben couldn't help him make money, even if Zhang Deben called him "grandfather," he wouldn't give Zhang Deben a second glance.

He doesn't care whether his son's idea will embarrass him; he only cares whether his son's idea is effective—if it works, no matter how embarrassing it gets, he won't mind.

Dad, rest assured, as long as you follow my method, I guarantee it will break the ice between you and my uncle!

Du Wenxuan's face was full of arrogance; in his peripheral vision he saw his father looking eager, anxiously awaiting his idea, about to speak, but then seeming to think of something, the words on the tip of his tongue were swallowed back, and he rubbed his fingers.

A universal human gesture!

You little brat, you want me to do a small task and then you want me to give you money?

Du Guan cursed; how could he possibly fail to understand Du Wenxuan's gesture? No matter how he cursed, Du Wenxuan didn't appear; knowing this brat's character—he'd die for money—he swallowed his anger and said:

Fine, as long as your method works, no matter how much money you want, I'll give it to you!

Really?

Du Wenxuan's eyes lit up instantly.

Du Guan gave a cold snort: "Would Dad joke with you?"

Of course not, of course not!

Du Wenxuan gave a hehe smile and said obsequiously: "Dad, I actually don't want much; you just need to give me one hundred taels of silver, and I'll tell you my method!"

One hundred taels...

Du Guan was about to curse Du Wenxuan for being insatiably greedy; their family usually couldn't even earn that much in a year—this brat wasn't asking for money, he was basically demanding his life—and he said:

No problem, one hundred taels it is, as long as your method works! Du Wenxuan reached out his hand.

What are you doing!

Du Guan snorted; how could he not understand Du Wenxuan's meaning? He said expressionlessly:

I still don't know whether your method works, and you have the nerve to ask me for money—especially one hundred taels, treating it as a small sum, as if I could just casually carry that amount on me?

Du Wenxuan worried: "Dad, you wouldn't be planning to cheat me out of my idea, would you? Once I tell you my idea, you'll just deny it, right?"

You don't even trust your own father?

Du Guan looked at Du Wenxuan disappointedly, but seeing this brat's face showing not a shred of remorse, he inwardly gave a cold snort, knowing this brat might be after money rather than parents, and he said angrily:

If you don't believe me, then forget it—anyway, if we fail to get closer to your uncle and can't profit from him—cough, cough—if we can't do business with him and make no money, not only will I suffer, but your marriage prospects are also out the window; I don't have extra money to spend on arranging a match for you, kid!

Given their family's situation, logically it should be easy to arrange a marriage for Du Wenxuan, but the problem is that Du Wenxuan has no proper job; having him work in the family shop, this brat refuses, often running around with disreputable friends causing trouble, and his reputation is already ruined.

Which respectable family's daughter would be willing to marry this brat!

Of course.

It's not that there aren't those willing to marry, but none of them are genuine—they all use marrying off a daughter as an excuse to sell the daughter.

This novel you have reached

No, no, no, I'll tell you right now, I'll tell you right now...

Du Wenxuan suddenly became anxious, not daring to say anything else, he hurriedly spilled out his method in full detail, then lifted his head to look at Du Guan, whose expression was strange, and said: "Dad, how about it, is my method okay?"

Your method...

Du Guan opened his mouth, wanting to retort a few sentences—who let this brat come up with a method that isn't proper; but if one actually followed what this brat said,

it would actually not only enable him to break the ice with Zhang Deben, but also let him gain advantages from Shizi Ling.

Du Guan instinctively looked up at Zhang Guilian, his face full of embarrassment, wanting to speak but stopping himself.

Who let this brat's method require his wife to carry it out, and once she does, she's bound to suffer quite a bit of resentment.

Don't even think about it...

Zhang Guilian glared at Du Wenxuan with a ferocious face, wishing she could devour him alive, and cursed: "You little brat, all these years I've doted on you in vain—do you really let your own mother go out and suffer resentment like this?"

Du Wenxuan gave an embarrassed laugh: "Mom, just endure a little resentment; otherwise I won't be able to get a wife, and I'll truly be a bachelor for life!"

Get a wife?

Given his conditions, the girls in the county town—no need to even think about it—but saying he couldn't find a wife isn't necessarily true; if he wanted, he could still marry a woman from the countryside.

Just the countryside girls...

The disgust he couldn't put into words—once his friends found out he'd married a countryside girl, who knows how those disreputable companions would mock him.

"You..."

Zhang Guilian wanted to yell at him, but the words rose to her lips; seeing Du Wenxuan's obsequious look, she swallowed them back—who let this kid bring up the marriage proposal? It's also his biggest headache," she said.

"Du Guan, if I really follow what Wenxuan says, can you actually arrange a marriage for Wenxuan?"

(End of chapter)