Chapter 1,132 Sun Zhaocai is no longer able to survive
Four days later, Ma Zhan came down from the mountain.
As a martial artist with many titles on his head, it was natural that there would be few people coming to see him off.
Ma Zhanshan was a generous and loyal person, so he naturally made many friends with similar interests. In addition, he had many disciples, and many of them were capable. Those who attended his memorial service could not be described as rubbing shoulders.
Too much.
Yang Jun did not go to see him off.
As a public figure, he would naturally not appear on such occasions.
The night before, Yang Jun came to see him off for the last time, which was regarded as fulfilling the bond between sworn brothers.
The next day, Yang Jun asked Yang Chengdao to come and see Ma Zhanshan, his uncle, on his behalf.
As the future successor of the Yang family, Yang Chengdao is naturally qualified to represent Yang Jun.
On the day of the funeral, Yang Chengdao was treated as the most distinguished guest and sat at the head table.
Of course, this is something.
Yang Jun silently prayed for his sworn brother at his home, praying that he would be a martial arts man in his next life, and that the two of them could still be brothers in their next life.
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Yang Jun was lying on a deck chair by the river, listening to Sun Zhaocai reporting his work to him.
"Uncle Wu has been very honest these days. He looks like a fool. He sits there all day without moving."
The fifth uncle in his mouth is naturally Yang Huai.
Yang Jun snorted coldly after hearing this.
"That fool is my brother."
Sun Zhaocai immediately laughed and said: "Uncle Yang, even if you lend me a hundred courages, I wouldn't dare to slander my elders. What do I mean? Fifth uncle is sitting there like a fool..."
"Okay, let's talk about Ju Zi." Yang Jun interrupted.
"foal?"
When Sun Zhaocai heard this, he curled his lips and said, "During this period, people have been so arrogant. There is no one in the entire Forty-Nine City who doesn't know his name, Ma Zhiping."
"That chain store opened one after another, and now every city with its name across the country has a branch of his."
"I heard that the banknotes transported from branches to the headquarters are transported by train..."
"I think you're jealous, right?" Yang Jun interrupted him and said with a sudden expression: "Let's get down to business."
When Sun Zhaocai heard this, he smiled sheepishly.
To be honest, he was really jealous.
Ma Juzi is now a successful businessman with many businesses under his name, especially the liquor under his name, which is second to none in the country. In addition, in the five minutes of prime time after the news broadcast, his company's advertisements account for two points
How many minutes?
Especially the money collected from all over the country is even more envy-inducing.
I heard that because there was too much money, two train cars were chartered to transport the money to the headquarters.
"Hey, Uncle Yang, there's nothing unusual about Uncle Juzi. He's been busy with business all day long, and I haven't seen him messing around outside. It seems like he's not good at that."
Hearing this, Yang Jun rolled his eyes: "Are you sure he's not messing around outside?"
"No."
Sun Zhaocai shook his head and said: "Although I don't like Uncle Ju Zi very much, but one thing I have to say is that Uncle Ju Zi has done a pretty good job in this aspect and can't find fault with him."
"Humph, it's not because he doesn't want to, it's because he can't do it." Yang Jun snorted coldly.
"Yes, yes, he is really not good at that. He even asked me for medicinal wine the day before yesterday." Sun Zhaocai said.
When Yang Jun heard this, he suddenly laughed.
"Are you also using that medicinal wine now?"
Sun Zhaocai suddenly jumped up from the ground as if someone had stepped on his tail.
"Uncle Yang, you can call me stupid or a loser, but you are absolutely not allowed to insult me in that regard. I will not accept insults."
Looking at Sun Zhaocai's serious look, Yang Jun smiled.
"Why are you so excited? I didn't say you weren't good at that."
"Although you didn't say it, that's what you thought in your heart." Sun Zhaocai said reluctantly.
When Yang Jun heard this, his face suddenly darkened: "That's alright. Don't think that I don't know your background. If I tell you, can you still stand here and talk?"
"What the hell?"
Sun Zhaocai shouted: "I'm not afraid of you exposing my background, Uncle Yang, you can't insult me."
"Oh, did I really give you face?"
Yang Jun's face suddenly darkened and he said, "Where did the more than fifty bottles of medicinal wine in my cellar go? Don't tell me it wasn't you."
"me……"
When Sun Zhaocai heard this, he was immediately discouraged.
It was as if someone had exposed the truth. At this moment, I wanted to find a hole to crawl in.
"Say, why didn't you say anything? Where did that arrogance just now go?" Yang Jun looked at him teasingly.
He previously stored more than fifty bottles of medicinal wine in his wine cellar. When he went down to check a few days ago, there was not a single bottle left.
You don't have to think twice to know that this guy got it.
Usually, the wine cellar at home also stores all kinds of good wine, and this guy likes to drink. When he has nothing to do, he always goes to the wine cellar to steal wine.
No, Yang Jun discovered this as soon as he went to the wine cellar.
You know, he has dragon essence and phoenix blood, so he doesn't need that kind of wine. Besides him, an adult man, the rest of the family are children. The only explanation is that this guy secretly drank the wine.
"me……"
Sun Zhaocai's face turned red from suppressing his emotions, and his eyes kept dodging when he looked at Yang Jun.
"Sinzhu stole it." Sun Zhaocai suddenly said.
Yang Jun was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Sha Zhu behind him.
Silly Zhu was chewing chicken legs when he saw Yang Jun looking at him inexplicably.
When he came to his senses, he yelled, "You fart."
"You obviously stole it, why did you rely on me?"
After saying that, he threw away the chicken legs in his hands, rolled up his sleeves, and prepared to come over to Sun Zhaocai for comment.
When Sun Zhaocai saw this, he immediately became scared.
I'm not afraid of anyone, but I'm afraid of stupid people.
Silly Zhu, he really can't do it. Every time he fights, he never takes advantage.
What's more, he framed Silly Zhu and felt guilty.
"Silly Zhu, you idiot, please listen to my explanation..."
Sun Zhaocai said as he backed away.
"Listen to your explanation."
Silly Zhu directly kicked him over.
Sun Zhaocai was immediately kicked to the ground.
Before he could get up, Shazhu was riding on him.
"If you can't do it yourself, why are you relying on me?"
"I have never been to my godfather's wine cellar. You have been the one to go there every time."
"Don't think I don't know you're not good. I've seen you secretly drinking that kind of wine several times."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Silly Zhu is riding on him, beating him and scolding him.
"Okay, okay, stop fighting."
Sun Zhaocai couldn't bear it and asked to stop.
"I have to admit that I drank secretly."
"Bah!" Silly Zhu spat at him, with a look of disgust on his face: "Coward."
This coward's voice completely shattered Sun Zhaocai's self-esteem, and his face turned red as a pig's liver.
He can admit that he can't beat you, but it feels really embarrassing when he is scolded for being unable to do so.
However, facing Silly Zhu, who was even more perverted than himself, he had no choice but to admit it.
Sun Zhaocai got up from the ground angrily and sat on the small bench next to Yang Jun.
Seeing that he didn't speak, Yang Jun smiled and said, "Why bother?"
"You just drank it, why deny it?"
Sun Zhaocai blushed and said, "I didn't drink it. I stole it and sold it to Uncle Ju Zi and Uncle An Guo."
"Talking back?"
"I'm telling the truth. I sold the stolen wine to Uncle An Guo and his friends for 10,000 yuan a bottle." Sun Zhaocai said with a smile on his face.
Yang Jun heard this and sneered: "You think I will believe you if you say this?"
"What else do you want?"
Sun Zhaocai frowned and said, "Is it possible that I can perform one for you?"
"With your wife?"
Yang Jun rolled his eyes and gave him a big pen bag.
"I am your uncle, and you are setting me up for injustice."
"I didn't say I would perform for you with my wife." Sun Zhaocai said with a blushing face.
When Yang Jun heard this, he just smiled.
After a while, he said: "Are you really not good at that?"
"Uncle Yang, you are insulting me."
"Then do you still need medicinal wine?" Yang Jun asked.
"This...if you offer it, I won't refuse it." Sun Zhaocai said sheepishly.
"You are really...ah."
Yang Jun paused for a moment and said with a smile: "Aren't you going to push your Uncle Juzi and the others now?"
"I didn't lie entirely."
Sun Zhaocai blushed and said: "I admit, there are indeed some obstacles in that aspect, but I am telling the truth. I only used a small part. Uncle Anguo and Uncle Juzi did buy it from me for 10,000 yuan a bottle."
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"Tsk, tsk, 10,000 yuan a bottle." Yang Jun smiled and said, "Do you know that's my money?"
"Uncle Yang, are you still short of those three melons and two dates?"
"I don't need that little money, but you can't steal my wine."
"Then I don't call it stealing, I took it openly."
"Hey...you idiot." Yang Jun felt helpless at his rogueness for a moment.
"Okay, if you want to steal it, just steal it."
"That's taking, not stealing."
"Okay, even if you take it."
Yang Jun was both angry and in love with this second-rate guy.
After finishing it, Yang Jun asked with a smile: "Now that the wine cellar doesn't have that kind of wine, what are you going to do? Will it affect your life as a couple?"
"Can't you put a few more bottles in?" Sun Zhaocai said with a red face.
"Hey, you idiot, you don't want to show up."
"You are my uncle, do I need to see you outside?"
"Oh, you think of me as your uncle now."
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On the same day, Yang Jun went to the wine cellar.
He took out one hundred bottles of medicinal wine from the space, and then asked people to give twenty bottles to each of Yang Anguo and Ma Juzi.
As a man, Yang Jun can understand their pain.
Men only have so many hobbies.
If I don't even have this hobby, I really don't know what the point of living is.
Once a man reaches forty, his body and mind plummet.
There are many things that are done with too little effort.
Not only did he not express his frustration, but his wife also complained about it.
Therefore, for the sake of harmony between husband and wife, Yang Jun decided to help them.
The next day.
Yang Jun went to Ma Wumei's house again.
After paying his respects, he came back.
Passing by the old house where he used to live, Yang Jun immediately asked the driver to turn around.
I haven't been to the old house for a long time, and I don't know what it has become.
In the past, the third uncle was asked to help manage the house, but because he was old, he was in a hurry to take care of the house.
Arriving at the old house, Yang Jun found that the place was more lively than before.
Since the people in the compound moved back to the commercial housing, the flow of people here has obviously increased than before.
On the way, he also met several familiar figures.
Arriving at the gate of the compound, Yang Jun got out of the car.
He first stood at the door and took a look. The big yard looked more dilapidated than before.
The eaves of the gate are covered with grass, and the walls on both sides of the gate are mottled, as if they could collapse if a gust of wind comes out.
"When you are an old man, you can't be so partial. Why do the boss, the second, and the third have a house, but I don't?"
While Yang Jun was lost in thought, a woman's voice suddenly came from the yard.
Yang Jun was stunned for a moment, but stood at the door instead of going in.
The voice was familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had heard it before.
At this time, an old voice came from the yard.
"Then what do you want? With my little ability, how can I get you a house?"
The voice was very familiar, and Yang Jun immediately recognized it as the third uncle Yan Bugui's voice.
After hearing the third uncle's voice, Yang Jun immediately knew who the woman was.
If your guess is correct, that woman should be Yan Jiedi, the fourth daughter of the third uncle.
The third uncle gave birth to three sons and one daughter, the eldest son Yan Jiecheng, the second son Yan Jiefang, the third son Yan Jiekuang, and the fourth daughter Yan Jiedi.
The four children all inherited the calculating nature of the third uncle. They were rarely stingy, even when dealing with their own family members.
Previously, when Lou Xiaoe exchanged a commercial house for their old house, the third uncle gave the commercial house to his eldest son. Now Yang Jun has given two houses, one to his second son and one to his third son.
But the little girl got nothing.
"I don't care. Anyway, I have to have whatever they have." Yan Jiedi's voice came from inside.
From the sound of her voice, she seems to have eaten three uncles today.
"Why."
A long sigh came from inside, and then the third uncle was heard to say: "You are a married girl, so you are not qualified to inherit the Yan family's property..."
Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Yan Jiedi.
"Logically speaking, logically speaking, which logic do you follow?"
"The law stipulates that sons and daughters also have the right to inherit. Why do the three of them have houses, but I don't?"
Yan Bugui said: "What can I do? I only have three houses, and I can't give them to you even if I want to."
"Besides, your father and I are living under someone else's roof now, and we live in the same place as a normal child."
Yan Jiedi said: "Stop talking, I know everything you said, but what can I do? They all have houses, but I still don't."
"Your son-in-law and I are still living in a 30-square-meter house assigned by the work unit. The whole family of four is crowded in. Seeing that the children are getting older and older, what do you want me to do?"
"Then what do you want me to do?" the third uncle asked.
There was no sound for a long time, and both of them must have had a headache.
After a while, Yan Jiedi suddenly said: "I also know that you don't have a house now, and I won't force you, so let's do it."
"From now on, I will collect your pension. I want to add more to buy a bigger house."
"pension?"
The third uncle exclaimed: "Aren't you going to kill me? If you take away the pension, will your father and I drink the northwest wind?"
"How can it be?"
Yan Jiedi said: "Don't think I don't know. Brother Junzi pays you a salary, and the salary is not low. It is more than the salary of me and your son-in-law."
"Haha, did you come to talk to me after you had found out more about it?" came the lonely voice of the third uncle from inside.
"Of course, if I don't make enough preparations, how can I defeat you, an old fox...an old teacher?"
