Rebirth: I became rich by farming

Chapter 683: Chapter 683: The Richer, the Stingier (1/2)

No matter what Mei Mengying did, as soon as Mei Yongfu heard her words, he immediately burst into flames, "Is this the attitude you take when speaking to your elders?"

"So what kind of attitude do you expect me to take for you to be satisfied? Should I bathe and burn incense for three days and nights, present a million with both hands, and personally deliver it to your house, kneeling and begging you to accept it before you’re satisfied? I’m sorry, but the reason I didn’t hesitate at all and donated everything was to prevent anyone from getting it. Even if you’re angry, there’s nothing you can do. In short, as long as there’s no money, it’s fine."

When Mei Mengzhen said she didn’t have any money, she felt incredibly relieved in her heart.

But it didn’t matter if Mei Mengzhen had no money, Fan Tianyu did have money. Knowing that she couldn’t influence Mei Mengzhen, Mei Yifan then focused on discussing Fan Tianyu’s affairs.

Mei Yongfu had no immediate way to deal with Mei Mengzhen, so he turned his gaze towards Fan Tianyu, "I hear Tianyu is now a big boss, handling transactions of several hundred thousand a day, is that right?"

"Not at all," Fan Tianyu replied modestly, but seeing the expression on Mei Yongfu’s face, he really wanted to tease the man, "Where would I have transactions of hundreds of thousands a day?"

Mei Yongfu said, "Don’t be modest, Tianyu. Qiuhe told me she saw it. Your business is booming now, with a single dish in your restaurant costing several thousand, so there’s no need to lie to me."

"Heh, I have no intention of deceiving you, Uncle, but I just want to correct you. My daily income is not in the hundreds of thousands, but in the billions. My business is really big now, and soon, before I turn 25, I’ll definitely become the richest man in the country."

That was a bit of an exaggeration, but the greater the claim, the less likely people were to believe it.

To be the richest man in the country takes how many assets, and how much could Fan Tianyu have? But there was something oddly satisfying about saying it.

Listening to Fan Tianyu joke in front of him, Mei Yongfu’s previously upset mood grew even worse. No matter how much money these two made, the point was they were making money, but they were blatantly guarding against him, which was something he could hardly tolerate. So, his anger was directed towards Mei Yinan, "Big sister, you’ve raised a good son."

Mei Yinan replied indifferently, "Of course I’ve raised my son well. Do you think there’s a problem with my parenting?"

"No problem, it’s just that big sister, now that you’re wealthy, you really don’t need to hide it from your brothers and sisters..."

Before Mei Yongfu could finish, Mei Yinan interrupted, "It’s not that I’m hiding it, it’s just that it’s our own family’s money, which we don’t broadcast everywhere. After all, nobody is a fool. Do we have to tell everyone we meet, ’Hey, our family is very rich, with a monthly turnover of billions?’ That would just attract people with bad intentions. So, is there a problem with not saying anything?"

Mei Yongfu snorted coldly, "No problem, not at all. It’s just that big sister, are you saying I’m one of those with bad intentions?"

"How would I know whether you’re that person or not, and besides, I find it strange. Why should we tell you about our family’s money? Even if I don’t say it, would that be wrong? I really feel like you and Yifan don’t understand what personal boundaries are. We all have our own families, why should we tell someone who is essentially an outsider about our own family’s affairs? Would you tell me how much money your family has? Would you?"

Of course, Mei Yongfu wouldn’t say it, but these two people had a bunch of spurious arguments and their motives weren’t pure. Even though Mei Yinan’s words were quite reasonable, these two just wouldn’t listen. They felt entitled to think that a relative’s money, especially the money from their big sister’s family, should be treated as if it were their own.

Naturally, this mindset was also a result of Mei Yinan’s past indulgence. After all, whenever her younger siblings needed help, being the oldest sister, she would naturally help them as much as she could. This only caused those who were already somewhat biased to become even more so.

But these twisted beliefs only applied to Mei Yinan. Mei Yifang was honest and had her own set of principles when it came to doing things. She wouldn’t mix with these people, and of course, she didn’t have much money either, so under normal circumstances, these people wouldn’t covet her money, and naturally they wouldn’t regard her things as their own.

In the past, Mei Yinan hadn’t realized this, but now that she had, it pained her, so naturally, she became stricter with her siblings than before. To Mei Yongfu, who was now observing, this seemed problematic, "Big sister, when did you become like this?"

Mei Yinan was taken aback, not expecting that Mei Yongfu would also blame her. Before she could respond, Mei Yifang furrowed her brows and said, "This is how big sister should be."

Mei Yongfu was choked up, and the look he gave everyone was filled with more resentment.

Despite being older, Mei Yongfu was still the youngest child in the family. He was doted on from childhood; when had he ever experienced such attitudes from these people? "Big sister, I’m getting married today."

"We know, it’s your second marriage, isn’t it? We’ve come to give you a red envelope," Mei Yinan said, pulling out the red envelope from her bag. She didn’t put much in the red envelope; the last time Mei Yongfu got married, out of pity for her brother, she had given a red envelope of 5,000 yuan.

5,000 yuan indeed isn’t much, but consider when Mei Yongfu last got married—it was in the eighties. Back then, who would be willing to give so much money for a brother’s wedding? Mei Yinan had argued with her mother-in-law about it for a long time. But this time, Mei Yongfu, holding a thin red envelope, was a bit dazed. Wasn’t he anymore the younger brother his big sister adored the most?

He had no clue when such a situation had come to pass.

As everyone passed out more red envelopes, he realized that they were all the same—all the red envelopes were thin.

Since everyone was sitting together, the amount for the red envelopes was a joint decision. As the eldest, Mei Yinan put in a thousand yuan, followed closely by Mei Yifang and Mei Yongan who also put in a thousand each, with Mei Mengzhen being the last because she was a younger relative and ostensibly still studying; she gave 500 yuan, consistent with their prior agreement.

Once the red envelopes were handed over, the conversations at both tables came to an abrupt halt, plunging into silence.

But was the matter going to end like this? Impossible—with a troublemaker like Mei Yifan who had missed out on the money, it wasn’t over yet. He snatched the red envelope from Mei Yongfu’s hand and opened it to inspect its contents, and he couldn’t help but complain, "Big sister, second sister, big brother, you’ve given too little. It really proves that saying, ’The richer people are, the stingier they become.’"

"Whether we have money or not is all what you say. How much did you give anyway?" Mei Yinan retorted.

With a haughty demeanor, Mei Yifan said, "I gave 3,000 yuan, unlike big sister who gave so little."