"You don't agree?" Yang Chenghong grinned and said: "Old man, you have to be more open-minded. Our house is worth a lot of money now. If you exchange it for a lot of money, I will give you a little, which will be enough for you to live in your old age. Anyway, I
I will never go back to Jiangnan again."
"I don't agree." Old Yang was trembling with anger. He really didn't understand how he could give birth to such a son. The Eight Clinic Hall is an ancestor. Whether it is worth money is another matter, but it is already in Jiangnan.
It is a sign. The Yang family has inherited traditional Chinese medicine from generation to generation. In fact, it has been discontinued by Mr. Yang's generation because his son does not practice medicine and his granddaughter does not practice medicine either. Only this house is here.
If he doesn't even have a house, how can he have the nerve to go back and see his ancestors after he dies?
"Do I need your consent?" Yang Chenghong sneered: "Don't forget, I am the owner of this house. Whether I want to sell it or not is just a matter of my words."
"How dare you." Mr. Yang roared angrily.
"What am I afraid of?" Yang Chenghong said proudly: "You transferred this place to me at the beginning. I promised you that after you give me the house, I can change my ways and do business well. I did it, so now this is
The house is mine."
"What do you call this? You can't survive in Luhai anymore. You are selling your daughter and your house. Yang Chenghong, why did I give birth to such a bastard son like you?" Mr. Yang was trembling with anger.
"What the hell am I doing? I'm also your son." Yang Chenghong flicked the flue in his hand: "I've already contacted you to buy it. The house and the sign will be sold together. Haha, this is a lot of money."
"You...you..." Mr. Yang pointed at Yang Chenghong. His body was trembling. He never expected that his bastard son would do such a trick to him.
The only blame is that I was too soft-hearted and believed in this bastard so much that I transferred the house to him in a confused manner.
"What am I? I told you that this house is mine. I've let you live in it for so many years, let you run a clinic for so many years, and I haven't asked you for any rent. I think it's good enough for you, right?" Yang
Cheng Hong said proudly.
Mr. Yang's eyes suddenly turned black, and he felt a sharp pain in his chest. He covered his chest and slowly fell on the sofa.
"grandfather……"
Yang Xinyan, who had just entered the door, happened to see this scene in front of her. She rushed over like crazy and shook Mr. Yang desperately: "Grandpa, what's wrong with you, grandpa..."
"I'll do it." Lin Yu quickly ran over, took out a few golden needles to protect Mr. Yang's heart, then helped him sit up and massaged his back a few times, and then Mr. Yang slowly woke up.
.
"Grandpa, grandpa..." Yang Xinyan grabbed Mr. Yang's hand and cried: "What's wrong with you?"
Mr. Yang was completely speechless now. He pointed at Yang Chenghong with trembling hands and made a phlegm sound in his throat.
Lin Yu pressed his chest, causing him to cough violently for a while, and then a mouthful of thick phlegm came out of his mouth.
"Beast...beast. Even if I die, I won't let you sell the Eight Clinics." Mr. Yang finally yelled.
"It's okay. I was just extremely angry and depressed. Just spit out the phlegm and it will be fine." Lin Yu comforted Yang Xinyan and said, "You help Mr. Yang to rest and leave this place to me."
"The Eight Clinic Hall, the Eight Clinic Hall is passed down from our ancestors, we can't sell it, we can't sell it." Mr. Yang burst into tears.
Even without asking, Lin Yu knew what was going on. His future father-in-law wanted to sell the Eighth Clinic.
The Eight Clinic Hall was passed down from the ancestors of the Yang family. This sign has been used for hundreds of years. For Mr. Yang, this is his life, but this bastard actually wants to sell the Eight Clinic Hall. He pretends to
Is it all shit?
"Mr. Yang, don't worry, I will take care of this matter." Lin Yu patted his back comfortingly, then helped him up and said, "Xinyan, send grandpa back to his room to rest."
"You...be careful." Yang Xinyan knew how much of a bastard her father really was, so she said a little worriedly.
"Don't worry, it's okay. I'll talk to uncle about the truth." Lin Yu smiled and said, "Go and have a good rest. Mr. Yang was angry just now."
Yang Xinyan nodded slightly, and she helped Mr. Yang go into the bedroom to rest.
"Why is it you again?" Seeing Lin Yu, Yang Chenghong naturally didn't look good on him. When he came back from Luhai, he rented a car and supported the renter, but in the end he was exposed by Lin Yu. He felt
Very shameless.
People who hang out outside have a common problem, that is, no matter how miserable they are outside, they must show a decent appearance when they come back, otherwise they will be looked down upon by others.
With Yang Chenghong's urinary temperament, he only knows how to live and drink all day long. The company he runs outside is actually in a semi-operational state. How can he have enough money to squander it? But even so, he still has to pretend to be a rich man when he comes back.
, a luxury car and a bodyguard, although these things are all rented.
"Why isn't it me? This is my home." Lin Yu said.
"This is your home?" Yang Chenghong was angry. This bastard must be crazy. This is clearly his home, and his name is clearly on the property certificate. He has something to do with this bastard.
"Yes, this is my home. I live here now, with Xinyan." Lin Yu said.
"You guys live together?" Yang Chenghong became even more angry.
"Yes, and I don't have a home in Jiangnan. I come from other places. I have decided that if Xinyan and I come to that day, I plan to be my son-in-law." Lin Yu said.
"Are you kidding me?" Yang Chenghong felt like he had the urge to slap someone.
"Do you think I'm kidding you?" Lin Yu said seriously.
"Remember, Xinyan is my daughter. It is up to me to decide who she marries. If you want to marry my daughter, you must first look in the mirror to see if you are worthy." Yang Chenghong said angrily.
"The first thing I do when I wake up every morning is look in the mirror to see if I have become more handsome, but the results I get make me regretful. I have not changed. I have always been so handsome, so I feel that I am completely worthy of Xin.
Yan." Lin Yu said narcissistically.
"I understand." Yang Chenghong smiled: "You are just an idiot."
"Why am I stupid? Tell me, where am I stupid? If I were stupid, would Xinyan like me?" Lin Yu argued. This old bastard actually said that he was stupid. If it weren't for you, he might be his future father-in-law.
For your sake, I would have slapped you long ago.
"How could you not be stupid? A toad wants to eat swan meat. My daughter is a golden girl. Do you want to marry her? You must first have hundreds of millions of wealth. Do you have this?" Yang Chenghong asked.
"I don't have this." Lin Yu said, "But I am sincere to your daughter."
"You're really worth the bullshit, don't mess around with me here, get out right now, this is my home." Yang Chenghong pointed outward.
"This is my wife's home." Lin Yu said.
"Either get out, or I..." Yang Chenghong originally wanted to say a few harsh words to threaten Lin Yu, but then he thought about it, his combat power was not proportional to his at all, and the bodyguards he hired would avoid him as soon as they met.
Well, with his depleted body due to drinking and sex, there was no way he could be Lin Yu's opponent.
So he changed his words: "Otherwise, I will call the police."
"Call, go and call." Lin Yu said nonchalantly.
"You..." Yang Chenghong originally took out his mobile phone to call the police, but then he thought about it and was still afraid of trouble because he didn't have the real estate certificate in his hand. Mr. Yang has lived here for decades, and he has done very bad things.
All the neighbors knew that even if the police were called, he would not be able to take advantage, so he had to put down the phone bitterly.
"I'm warning you, I am the heir to the property of this house. Now that the real estate certificate is not in my hands, I will bring back the real estate disease immediately when I turn around. By then, everyone here will have to get out." Yang Chenghong sneered.
With a cry, he turned around and walked to the entrance of the Eighth Clinic.
Looking at the busy decoration everywhere, Yang Chenghong shouted: "What are you doing? This is my home, do I allow you to decorate it?"
Because Lin Yu made He Wanliang miserable last time, now he ordered all those who participated in the smashing of the store to come back and kowtow to apologize, and decorated the Eighth Clinic.
The survival skills of these little gangsters are actually very good, and more importantly, most of them are engaged in decoration. In order to show their sincerity, this group of people simply went to the Eight Clinics to decorate themselves without hiring anyone.
, and all of them were doing it passionately.
Yang Chenghong didn't understand the situation, so he yelled, and the scene immediately became quiet. A tall and thick man with tattoos put down the air gun in his hand and walked down, stared at him up and down for a few times, and then shouted
Said: "Who are you?"
"I am the owner of this house, and the ownership certificate of this house belongs to me. Do I allow you to decorate it? Get out of here right now, don't let me see you again." Yang Chenghong said arrogantly.
"Brother Yu, who is this?"
After all, Yang Hong came out from inside, so the gangsters decorating here were a little wary, fearing that he was Lin Yu or something.
"I don't know where this idiot came from. How should I deal with it? Don't save face for me." Lin Yu said a word, turned around and went back to the backyard.
"Turns out he's an idiot." As soon as they heard that it had nothing to do with Lin Yu, the energy of this group of people immediately rose. These people were all gangsters. They usually have nothing to do but find something to stimulate them. Now a capable person has come to their door.
, of course they welcome it.
Especially since they haven't done such rough work for a long time, what they have been doing these past few days is really frustrating. Yang Chenghong came here not for anything else but to make these people vent their anger.
"What are you doing? This is my home. You are messing around in my home without my consent. I will call the police to arrest you."
Looking at the people coming from all around, Yang Chenghong started to panic, because he was horrified to find that none of the decoration workers were kind-faced people. They were either menacing people, or they had tattoos on their bodies and tattoos on their stomachs.
