Entertainment Era: Starting with Teaching Sister Meng to Sing

A minor fracture in her lower leg and a broken forearm were the consequences of Ma Xiaoli's kick.

These relatives originally planned to have dinner here and then leave, but because of this incident, they couldn't leave and could only wait for Ma Dazhi to rest before heading back together.

A group of people were waiting at the door. When Ma Dazhi finished bandaging up and Ma Xiaoli and her husband brought the child out, Wang Xiaozhou was still complaining.

"Uncle, you're really something. Dazhi is just a kid. If he likes to watch that kind of stuff, you can talk about it, but why did you hit him so hard?"

Ma Xiaoli remained silent with a dark expression, carried her son on her back, got into her car, and drove back to Wang Xiaozhou's house.

The people behind shrugged helplessly and followed.

After arriving home, Ma Xiaoping called her younger sister to help prepare dinner in the kitchen, while the atmosphere in the living room was somewhat somber.

Ma Xiaoli kept his head down, fiddling with his old-fashioned mobile phone without saying a word. Ma Xiaoguang was only focused on watching TV. Wang Jianguo and his aunt's husband were cracking sunflower seeds and chatting idly.

The dishes were ready, but before they were served, Ma Xiaoping packed one of each dish and asked Wang Xiaozhou to deliver it to Meng Ziyi.

The apartment building in the neighboring community is still rented out. When Ma Xiaoguang and his group came today, Wang Jianguo anticipated that nothing good would happen. He discussed with Wang Xiaozhou in advance about letting Meng Ziyi go back and stay for a day. After all, the two of them haven't even started dating yet, and they should avoid having any family scandals.

The situation is different now. The family has money to buy a house in the county. Who knows what bad ideas my uncle might have? Wang Xiaozhou was afraid that his father couldn't handle it alone, so he ran there and back as fast as he could.

After delivering the meal to Meng Ziyi and going back inside, the dishes on the living room table weren't all served yet.

Uncle Ma Xiaoguang asked, "It's almost time to eat. What did Xiaozhou go out to do? He's such a big kid now. He can't be so playful anymore."

Wang Xiaozhou raised both hands holding the drinks: "There are many children in my family, so I bought some drinks they like."

Ma Xiaoguang opened his mouth but didn't say anything. He was a little annoyed. He hadn't been able to educate Wang Xiaozhou all day. He had been ridiculed and belittled by Wang Xiaozhou when it came to buying a house. When he told Wang Xiaozhou not to be playful, Wang Xiaozhou could immediately find a reason to retort. This was especially painful for the uncle who considered himself the patriarch and head of the family!

"Please sit down, the whole family is waiting for you to eat."

Ma Xiaoguang said rather unenthusiastically, "Actually, not all the dishes have been served yet, what's the point of waiting?"

At the dinner table, the chubby Ma Dazhi just kept his head down and ate. He now realized how cunning his cousin was, and he couldn't afford to offend him, so he kept quiet.

Despite having just had a fight, my uncle and his wife kept exchanging glances during the meal, their eyes full of calculation.

Wang Xiaozhou could tell what they were up to with just a glance. He lowered his head and ate his food. Sure enough, after a while, his uncle spoke up.

"My brother-in-law has earned a lot this year; he bought such a big house in the county."

Ma Xiaoping always showed off her sisters and sisters-in-law, never calling her uncle. In addition, her uncle rarely contacted his relatives throughout the year, so he didn't know that the money to buy the house was earned by Wang Xiaozhou.

The same logic applies to the eldest uncle, so when the youngest uncle spoke, he also cast a curious glance at Wang Jianguo, wondering how his useless relative, who only knew how to farm, could buy such a big house in the county town within a year, and even a Volkswagen Passat.

Wang Jianguo smiled shyly, but his expression was full of pride: "I just stay at home tending to those two acres of land, how could I earn so much money in a year? The money to buy the house and the car was all earned by Xiaozhou."

"Did Xiao Zhou earn that?"

The eldest uncle frowned and looked at Wang Xiaozhou: "Xiaozhou is just a student, what can he do to earn so much money?"

At this point, Ma Xiaoping perked up and explained to her brothers and sisters with great enthusiasm: "Xiao Zhou wrote a few songs, didn't he? The Voice of China just finished airing, and there's also 'I'm Not a Singer.' Meng Ziyi, who became the most popular singer on that show, was made famous by him. Xiao Zhou gets 90% of the profits."

My aunt, who had already heard the news, nodded repeatedly and flattered me, saying, "Didn't you see the newspaper? Xiao Zhou's song has been published in the newspaper, and many official media outlets have also reposted it on Weibo."

"Holy crap!" my uncle exclaimed. "How much money must Xiao Zhou have made?"

As long as Mom is showing off, she still has to keep her wealth a secret, especially since he's not rich yet. Wang Xiaozhou told the truth: "Where do I have any money left? I bought a car for my dad, a house for the family, and before the New Year I messed around and invested in a short film. Now my bank account is completely empty."

The uncle pretended not to hear Wang Xiaozhou's words and, at his aunt's prompting, spoke directly to Ma Xiaoping:

"Second sister, Xiao Cui and I are still living in a tenement building with our child. We're thinking of buying a house after the New Year. You see, your family is doing better now. Could you help us out?"

Ma Xiaoping froze in place; she hadn't expected this to happen before she started showing off.

Wang Xiaozhou picked up the conversation again: "How does Uncle want us to help?"

Upon learning that Wang Xiaozhou was currently out of money, the uncle stopped talking to him and turned directly to his sister, saying, "Sister, we have some savings, but we're short 150,000 yuan to buy a house. Do you think you could lend us some?"

Wang Xiaozhou was so angry he almost laughed when he opened his mouth. 150,000 yuan? How much does it cost to buy a small house in the city? It's only been 2013. His uncle's new house only cost a little over 200,000 yuan. What's the difference between this and having his family buy him a house directly?

Besides, even if he says he's borrowing, everyone knows what he's really up to. If he borrows it and then doesn't have the money to pay it back for ten or twenty years, the debt will eventually just disappear.

Uncle, I knew I hadn't misjudged you. As soon as I saw that my family was rich, you were here even earlier than in my previous life.

Bringing up these kinds of things at the dinner table is just an attempt to put our family on a pedestal and create a vulnerable image, isn't it?

Wang Xiaozhou could easily turn on his brother and his family and kick them out, but he had to consider his mother's feelings. His brother had never cheated his family out of 200,000 yuan in his life. His mother still had a strong affection for her younger brother. She wouldn't call him a "brother-obsessed demon," but she would at least take care of him when necessary.

Therefore, revenge must be taken, but it must be done in a proper way.

Wang Jianguo was in a dilemma, and Ma Xiaoping didn't know how to respond, so Wang Xiaozhou spoke up:

"150,000? I don't have that much at home. 50,000 is fine."

However, my family is also planning to buy a house in the city next year; we can't just stay in this small county town forever.

"How about this, Uncle? We're all family, so let's not talk about lending or not, it'll make us feel distant. We'll just give you the 50,000 yuan directly, and then you can transfer the ownership of the apartment building you're currently living in to my family. That way, it'll save us all trouble."

Feeling someone kick him under the table, Wang Xiaozhou looked down and saw his father's foot in slippers, giving him a big toe.

Wang Xiaozhou raised an eyebrow at his father smugly, but inwardly he scoffed.

Is this some kind of moral blackmail? Come on, let's see if I can outmaneuver you today.