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

Yang Fan's sudden outburst drew the attention of everyone in the room.

Even the people playing mahjong stopped and looked at Yang Fan.

Second Uncle Wang Jianjun's face, which was flushed from alcohol and anger, turned a deep liver color.

He had never suffered such a humiliation in his life, being publicly insulted and pointed at by a junior, his own nephew, in front of everyone.

He knew that every word Yang Fan said was true.

Let alone a Mercedes worth 500,000 yuan, even if his family's beat-up Volkswagen, which they've been driving for almost ten years, were ruined like this by his relatives, he would have already made a huge fuss.

However, knowing something in one's heart is one thing, but admitting it verbally is another.

Admitting it would be like slapping yourself in the face, wouldn't it be like admitting that he and his son are greedy and shameless bastards?

In rural areas, saving face is of paramount importance.

"You...you..." Wang Jianjun was so angry that he was trembling all over, and his finger pointing at Yang Fan was shaking.

He slammed his hand on the table and roared back, trying to cover up his guilt with the volume:

"How dare you talk like that, child! What do you mean we won't lend you the money? What do you mean we're chasing after you and yelling at you?"

"Do you think we're petty people? You think everyone's like you!"

"And what about your brother De! So what if he didn't wash your car? So what if he didn't fill up your gas tank? Is it really that big of a deal?"

"Why are you arguing so much over such a trivial matter!"

"I've never seen a child like you in all my life! We're family! Family!"

He emphasized the words "family" very heavily, as if they were some kind of imperial sword that could turn black into white.

Looking at his unreasonable and refusing-to-acknowledge face, Yang Fan's anger slowly subsided.

He suddenly realized a sad truth: you can never reason with a shameless person.

Because in their world, reason serves their interests.

When you harm their interests, you are wrong, no matter how right you are.

Getting entangled with these kinds of people will only result in them dragging you into the same quagmire as them, and then defeating you with their rich experience in being a rogue.

They will blame you for everything, portraying you as a cold-blooded, heartless, and ungrateful wretch.

Yang Fan understood.

He put away his phone; arguing with someone like that would just make him look stupid.

"OK."

"I am who you say I am."

"I'm the kind of petty, unreasonable, cold-blooded ingrate who doesn't understand family relationships."

Then he changed the subject:

"If your Wang De is so capable, let him find something to do himself, don't come looking for me."

"I'm putting this out there today: even if I had money and a way to make money while lying down, I wouldn't take him with me."

"It's that simple."

"If you're so capable, go earn it yourselves!"

"What are you doing jumping around here? Don't you think it's ridiculous?"

After Yang Fan finished speaking, Yang Jianjun immediately lost his temper and cursed:

"You ungrateful little brat, how can you talk like that... you..."

Just as Wang Jianjun was about to continue his tirade, Yang Fan's uncle interrupted him:

"Second brother! You shut up!" he yelled at Wang Jianjun.

My uncle, Wang Jiangong, was a tall, honest-looking old farmer, but at this moment his face was ashen with anger at his son's lack of ambition.

"Where did Xiaofan say anything wrong? What you did was really unethical!"

"He lent Wang De his brand new car, worth hundreds of thousands of yuan, without saying a word."

"And what happened? You ruined it like that! It's one thing to have the car filthy, but you drove hundreds of kilometers, did you even refuel it?"

"This is basic courtesy and reciprocity! It's a fundamental principle of being a decent human being!"

"If I were Xiaofan, I'd be angry too! Who wouldn't be angry?"

My maternal uncle is the eldest among his brothers, and his words always carry weight.

His words were reasonable and clear, distinguishing right from wrong, which extinguished Wang Jianjun's last bit of arrogance.

But he was still unconvinced.

Being lectured by my older brother and scolded by my nephew, I've really lost face today.

Wang Jianjun's face turned a deep purplish-red, and he glared fiercely at his uncle:

"Fine! Fine! Fine! I can't argue with you guys! There are more of you, and you're all on his side!"

He pointed at his elder brother and cursed him without restraint:

"Boss! That's all you've got! You're a gold digger!"

"Now that you see Xiao Fan has money, you're all licking your boots, aren't you?"

"Why didn't you speak up for him like this when his family was poor?"

"You snobbish, materialistic wretch!"

"You damned bastard!" The eldest uncle trembled with rage, pointing at him and cursing loudly.

"Who taught you to talk to your older brother like that? Get out of here!"

Second Uncle Wang Jianjun seemed to know he couldn't stay any longer, so he grabbed Wang De and stormed toward the door.

As Wang De was being dragged to the door, he didn't forget to turn around, glare venomously at Yang Fan, and utter a harsh remark:

"So what if you have a couple of coins? What's the big deal! What are you pretending for?"

"Just you wait! When I'm rich, you'll see how I act all high and mighty! Who will I dare to scare then!"

Yang Fan looked at his blustering but cowardly demeanor and couldn't be bothered to pay him any attention.

He really wanted to retort: ​​"With your hopeless, good-for-nothing attitude, you'll never make any money in your life."

But after thinking about it, it would be a waste of breath to say another word to someone like that.

In the end, Yang Fan simply watched them leave with the look of someone watching a clown.

"Bang!"

The courtyard gate was slammed shut.

Wang Jianjun and his son drove their beat-up Volkswagen, the engine roaring with resentment, and disappeared into the distance at the end of the village road.

They hadn't even considered that the other three uncles they had brought with them were still there.

The atmosphere inside the room was incredibly awkward.

The uncles looked at each other, their faces filled with helplessness and shame.

After this commotion, they were too ashamed to stay any longer.

The eldest uncle sighed, walked up to Wang Xiuying, and looked apologetic.

"Third Sister, look at the mess this has made..."

"The second child is indeed too immature, don't take it to heart."

"That father and son, that's just how they are."

"This isn't Xiao Fan's fault. Really, if it were me, I'd probably be even angrier than Xiao Fan."

Yang Jianguo then stepped in to smooth things over, supporting Wang Jiangong's arm and forcing a smile:

"Hey, brother, why are you saying all this?"

"We're all family, it's normal to have some friction sometimes, that's perfectly normal."

Yang Fan felt somewhat helpless looking at his father's typical "good old man" behavior.

His parents were sometimes too easygoing. In the social rules of rural areas, kindness often means being bullied.

Seeing this, the eldest uncle didn't know what to say, so he spoke up:

"Alright, Jianguo, Third Sister, we'll head back now. We'll come visit you another time when we have more free time."

Seeing them about to leave, Yang Jianguo quickly said to his son:

"Xiao Fan, drive your uncles back."

Yang Fan had no objection to the proposal.

He can clearly distinguish right from wrong.

His uncles and the others just spoke up for him, and he will remember their kindness.

Not all relatives in the countryside are bad, but there are always a few bad apples who spoil the whole bunch.

For these uncles, it's only right and proper that we should still give them gifts.

So Yang Fan stood up and picked up the car keys:

"Eldest Uncle, Fourth Uncle, Fifth Uncle, let's go, I'll take you back."

The eldest uncle waved his hand repeatedly: "Forget it, Xiao Fan, we can walk back ourselves. It's not far. Why bother you?"

"Uncle, what are you saying?" Yang Fan's attitude was firm.

"You are guests in my home, there is no reason for you to leave."

The eldest uncle looked at Yang Fan and sighed heavily again.

Although they are all relatives, Wang De is more closely related to him by blood, being his nephew.

Yang Fan, being a distant relative, is considered a nephew.

But the difference in how they conduct themselves and do things is truly obvious.

The uncles didn't refuse any longer and got into the car with Yang Fan.

Yang Fan's home is not far from his uncle's home, about a 20-minute drive.

After seeing each of my uncles off at their doorsteps, the round trip took only an hour.

Back home, the main room had been cleaned up, but the atmosphere remained somber.

"Has the person been delivered?" Wang Xiuying asked softly.

"Yes, it's been delivered." Yang Fan nodded.

He could sense that his mother was still in a bad mood, and his father was silently smoking. Clearly, the shadow of the argument from earlier still lingered over the family.