Chapter 57: Third Uncle

Chapter 57 The Third Uncle
"Rice wine sounds good. This wine really doesn't match the good dishes on this table!"
Mother Yang smiled, a little embarrassed, took out a kettle with her own rice wine in it, poured a glass for a few people, and smiled: "It's all home cooking, everyone, eat!"
"Come on! Uncle, I'll toast you a glass!" Chen Ming took the wine glass, toasted a glass to Father Yang, and drank the rice wine in the bowl in one gulp.
"Good, good! Everyone move your chopsticks!" Father Yang took a sip of wine and greeted everyone with a smile!
As soon as these words came out, everyone finally couldn't help it and started to move the chopsticks. Chen Ming couldn't help it anymore. The food was full of joy, and Meng Shihan was no different! The chopsticks never stopped.
"Oh! Are you eating?"
An untimely voice rang, Yang Song looked up, and a familiar person came over, that was his third uncle and father's third brother!
"Uncle San! You are here!" Yang Song glanced at him lightly, took a chopsticks and ate the eggs. No longer look at him.
Seeing Yang Song's attitude, the third uncle felt unhappy in his heart, but when he thought about coming here, he couldn't bear it.
But before he could speak, he saw the bottle of Maotai on the table, and his eyes brightened! Speed ​​up two steps, walk to the side of Maotai, hold it in his hand and look at it.
"Twenty-year-old Maotai, this is a good wine! Good thing! Brother, when did you get such a good wine?"
Father Yang's face was a little embarrassed. He didn't know what he was doing here at this time, but he laughed and stood up, "Brother, what are you doing here? Is there anything else?"
"Ah! There are some things!" San Bo remembered that there was something to come here. He wanted to put the Maotai down, but he was reluctant, so he played with his hands and said: "A Ming came over today and said that you will not give money. Fourth child! We said yes, it will be 2,000 at the beginning of the month, and it will be clear at the end of the year. You have been postponed for half a month, and it is difficult for me to do it!"
While talking, I kept looking at the Moutai in my hand, thought for a while, and said greedily: "Let’s do this! Originally you had to pay me back one thousand this month, but at the beginning of the month you only gave me one thousand. Brother, I’ll take this bottle of wine back, and forget about the 1,000 yuan left this month! Isn’t it? Brothers have to settle accounts, that’s it, don’t bother you to eat, I’ll leave!

San Uncle took the wine and was about to leave with a happily revelation. For fear that they would regret it, Yang Song could not sit down anymore, stood up and said coldly: "Stop me!"
"Huh? Komatsu, what's the matter with you?" The third uncle turned around a little displeased, but held the Maotai in his hand tighter.
Yang Song sneered coldly and said, "This bottle of wine will cost 20,000 yuan. You just took it, right? You want to take it, no problem. I will give you a family price, Chen Ming, How much is this bottle of wine?"
Chen Ming was eating chicken feet in full swing at this time. It wasn't that he didn't care about this matter, but I believe Yang Song can handle this matter well. Isn't it tens of thousands of dollars? Yang Song had tens of thousands of dollars in the account a day, and now Yang Song called to himself and quickly spit out chicken feet.
"I remember that the bottle of wine was bought by Mr. Zhou to give to my dad. At the time, he said he bought it for 30,000 yuan! The family has kept it for several years, and now it is about 40,000 yuan, right? It is said to be a limited edition! Five hundred bottles, one less than one bottle!"
After listening, Yang Song smiled slightly, looked at his third uncle, and said lightly: "Forty thousand yuan, I'm not that much, I will charge you thirty-five thousand yuan! Didn't you say that your brother will settle the account? What do you think?"
Hearing what Yang Song said, his third uncle's face was very dark. He knew that the wine was expensive. He thought it was only a few thousand yuan. Unexpectedly, it would cost more than 30,000 yuan. Yang Song said this in his speech now. I'm not embarrassed to take it again.
"Oh, Komatsu! We are all a family, so we know what to do? Isn't it just a bottle of wine? So stingy? Are you not even willing to give it to Uncle San?" Although Uncle San said so, but the wine in his hand The bottle was held tighter.
"You can’t say that. If you agree, then it will be assumed that my father has already paid you 30,000 yuan, and I will take another step back, 30,000 yuan, then it means that my dad still owes you 25,000 yuan, how about ?" Yang Song slowly walked to the third uncle.
Father Yang couldn't hang on his face and shouted: "Xiaomatsu, how can you talk to your third uncle!"
"One said one!" Meng Shihan stood up at this time and said with a sneer: "Uncle Yang did something dangerous on your side. You didn't pay for medical expenses, but only gave 20,000 yuan. Isn't that justified?"
"What's the matter of our family, where's the turn to interrupt you as an outsider!" The third uncle's face was obviously embarrassed, so he had to scold like this.
Seeing the third uncle said this, although Meng Shihan was dissatisfied, he couldn't say anything.
Yang Songsi didn't care about the expression of Uncle San's face, stepped forward, took the bottle of wine from his hand, and smiled slightly: "Okay, you go back first! The money owed to you, come and get it tomorrow! I missed you!"
"Yang Song, you!"
The third uncle was angrily speechless, but when he heard Yang Song saying that he would pay back the money, he was suffocated. The fourth child’s six acres of paddy field, he had been thinking about it for a long time, and now the fourth child is injured. It is possible. There is such an opportunity, and he will definitely not be able to pay back at the end of the year. By that time, won't Tian have his hands?
Who knows that Yang Song told himself to pay back the money today, but he still didn't believe that Yang Song could spend so much money, so he immediately snorted and dropped a word.
"Well, at ten o'clock tomorrow morning, I will come over to get the money. If there is no money, I will directly use your rice field to repay the debt!"
After that, the third uncle left! It left the Yang Song family an annoyed back.
When the third uncle left, everyone began to gather for dinner. Father Yang sighed and said, "Komatsu! What were you talking about? Even if you made some money, where would you get tens of thousands of dollars? Money!"
When Chen Ming heard this, he chuckles and laughs, happily: "Uncle, are you worried that Yang Song has no money? I tell you, he is a little landlord now! He is rich!"
"Yes! Right now in Los Angeles, I guess no one in his generation can make so much money!" Meng Shihan said with a smile.
Yang Song didn’t care, thought for a moment, and said to Chen Ming:
Chen Ming, you take Meng Shihan to live in the town tonight. There is a hotel over there which is not bad. You will come by ten o’clock tomorrow morning and take five. Give me one hundred thousand!"
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