Going home for the Chinese New Year with a year-end bonus of 100 million

Seeing that Yang Fan was ignoring him, Wang Jianjun, Yang Fan's second uncle, felt a little embarrassed, but he seemed to have something more important to say.

He cleared his throat, leaned forward, and put on a warm smile.

"Xiao Fan, your second uncle has something to tell you."

"I heard you made a fortune this year?"

"Look at you, buying a car worth hundreds of thousands for the New Year and buying so many things for the house, you're really doing well!"

Yang Fan didn't even lift his eyelids, inwardly sneering: Here comes the main point.

"Look how well you're doing out there. We're all family, so let's become even closer."

"When you go out next year, how about... you take your brother De with you?"

"You want him to work with you, right?"

"When it comes to making money, you can't just keep it all to yourself! You have to help out your relatives, right?"

As soon as his second uncle finished speaking, Wang De, who was standing next to him, immediately understood and nodded repeatedly, then came over.

"Yeah, yeah, cousin! If you know any ways to make money, tell your big brother!"

"Brother, let's go earn money together. Wouldn't it be great if we brothers did it together?"

The two of them sang in unison, their undisguised greed practically overflowing from their eyes and written blatantly on their faces.

Yang Fan was truly disgusted.

Even if he were to make money by leading a pig, he wouldn't bring along someone like Wang De. So, he said expressionlessly:

"I'm just lucky, I don't really know any way to make money."

The smiles on the faces of the second uncle and Wang De froze instantly, clearly showing their disbelief.

"How dare you talk like that, child?" Uncle's face darkened.

"What's your secret to making money that you're keeping it from your own family?"

"We're all family, why did you have to make things like this?"

When Yang Fan heard the words "family," he felt nothing but utter irony.

He wanted to slam his fist on the table and curse them out.

However, he saw his mother sitting in the main seat, looking embarrassed and uneasy.

He held back.

However, Wang Jianjun, the second uncle, seemed to think that the time was not right. When he saw that he could not persuade Yang Fan, he directly turned his attention to Wang Xiuying.

"Xiuying! Look at your son! How did you raise him?" His voice suddenly rose.

"Now that you're rich and successful, you don't even recognize your uncles and cousins ​​anymore?"

"He keeps his lucrative business a secret, as if he's afraid we'll take advantage of him! We're all family, look at his attitude!"

"You, as his mother, shouldn't you talk to him properly!"

These words were like a resounding slap across Wang Xiuying's face.

She stared in disbelief at her own brother, her lips trembling, wanting to say something but unable to utter a single word.

Because that's just the kind of person Wang Xiuying is—a typical rural woman who doesn't like to argue with others, especially when the other party is her own brother.

Over the years, she has suffered this kind of accusation and bullying more than once or twice.

Yang Fan had initially thought that it was best to let it go, but he didn't expect the other party to go so far.

He actually managed to shift the blame onto his mother.

Isn't this just taking advantage of the fact that your own mother is honest?

At this moment, Yang Fan couldn't care less about anything else.

To hell with family ties!

Screw the Chinese New Year!

He could tolerate his car being vandalized, he could tolerate being taken advantage of, but he could never tolerate his mother being subjected to such unwarranted blame because of him, because of the greed of these shameless people!

He suddenly stood up from the sofa and stared intently at Wang Jianjun.

"What right do you have to talk about my mother like that?"

He practically shouted it out:

"You want me to make Wang De rich? Fine!" Yang Fan's voice suddenly rose:

"Tell me first, what can he do?"

"I have ways to make money, what can he do?"

"He only graduated from junior high school and can barely read or write! Do you think he'd be good at managing the accounts?"

"Does he know how to write a proposal?"

Second Uncle Wang Jianjun was taken aback by Yang Fan's sudden outburst, but then stubbornly retorted:

"Your cousin may not be very well-educated, but he's good at handling people and very tactful!"

"He can run errands for you, do some odd jobs, and handle external relationships—that shouldn't be a problem, right?"

"How could you make me sound so worthless?"

Wang De was also somewhat displeased and chimed in:

"That's right, cousin! Although I'm not very educated, I'm sure I can handle running errands and dealing with people for you!"

"Running fieldwork? Dealing with people?" Yang Fan laughed angrily, pointing at Wang De's nose and questioning him word by word:

"Are you sure you're okay? Do you even know how to handle people?"

"Hey! I lent you the car, and we agreed to return it on New Year's Eve. Did you return it?"

"You delayed for two days, and you only brought it back today! It's a brand new car! I wouldn't even want to ruin it like this!"

"And what about you? You've covered my truck in mud, it's full of garbage inside and out!"

"Fine! The car's dirty, you can call me stingy! Now let me ask you something else!"

"I lent you my car with a full tank of gas, and you've driven it for so many days, where's the gas?"

Did you add it for me?

"You drove back with an empty gas tank, don't you have the nerve?"

"Someone like you, you're telling me you're going to do liaison work for me? Do you even know how to handle people?"

Yang Fan's barrage of questions, like a machine gun, silenced the entire room.

Everyone was stunned by his sudden and utterly absurd outburst.

Second Uncle Wang Jianjun's face turned a deep purplish-red. He had been insulted by a junior, and he had completely lost face.

He slammed his hand on the table and stood up.

"Hey! Yang Fan! What do you mean by this?"

"I only drove your car for two days, so what?"

"Is it really necessary?"

"My car's dirty, how much does it cost to wash it?! It's out of gas, how much does it cost to fill up?! I'll transfer the money to you right now!"

Yang Fan looked at him with a cold smile on his face.

He took his phone out of his pocket, unlocked it, opened WeChat, pulled up the payment QR code, and shoved it right in front of Wang Jianjun.

"Come on! Stop talking and start doing it! Share it now!"

"Car wash and gas, that'll be 585 in total! I'll round it down to 500! I won't charge you for the car rental for the next two days!"

Wang Jianjun was somewhat incredulous when he saw Yang Fan actually pull out a QR code for receiving payments, but he couldn't bear to actually transfer the money, so he pointed at Yang Fan with his finger:

"you……"

"What do you mean, 'what'?" Yang Fan interrupted directly, "Didn't you say you'd turn around? Turn around then!"

Wang Jianjun's face turned ashen: "You brat... I'm your uncle! It's just that I used your car for two days, is it really that big of a deal?"

Yang Fan laughed: "Is it really necessary?"

"You're really talking without thinking. Let's switch places. Forget my 500,000 yuan car! Even if your family bought a new 100,000 yuan car, would you lend it to me?"

"Even if you actually lend it to me for the first time ever, and I ruin it for two days, not washing it or filling it with gas before returning it, you'd probably chase me to my doorstep and start yelling at me!"

"Did I say anything wrong?"

"Huh? I asked you?"