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Listening to the disdain and condemnation from the crowd, he was so angry that he had a heart attack. He was indeed as unlikable as her mother.

Ding Jianye could only vent his emotions with a fierce look. After a while, he changed the subject abruptly, "Child, some things are not what you think. I will slowly explain the misunderstanding here. After all, you are my daughter. You can't write two Dings with one stroke..."

"My last name is Yun..."

"I am your biological father..."

"Then why don't you make a will now and let all your wealth belong to me!"

Yun Jianye’s hands were shaking with anger, what a damn evil creature!

A child who grew up in the wild is indeed vulgar and uneducated. He talks about money and never talks about property. How vulgar!

Yun Tinglan straightened her sleeves and continued slowly, "The Ding family has been poor for generations, otherwise you wouldn't have been sold to the Yun family as a servant, and later became a son-in-law by chance.

So the question is, where did you get the original capital to make your fortune? My master told me that when you immigrated to Hong Kong Island, you sold the Yun family's ancestral property at a low price and got 130,000 yuan. Where did it go?

This is just the money obtained from selling the Yun family’s ancestral property.

The Yun family has accumulated hundreds of years of antique calligraphy and paintings, gold and silver jewelry, at least dozens of boxes, where did all these things go? Mr. Yun... No, it should be Mr. Ding, shouldn't you give me an explanation?

Or, should I put it another way? Everything the Ding family has now is based on the Yun family's assets. If you really want to recognize your relationship, you should first spit out everything the Yun family has.

Don't worry, I'm a very principled person. I only want the Yun family's assets and those antiques, calligraphy and paintings, gold and silver jewelry. I don't want anything more. This request is not too much, right?"

As if she didn't notice the sinister look in Ding Jianye's eyes, Yun Tinglan added: "Oh, by the way, my aunt has the book of the Yun family's warehouse. Let's check them one by one later to avoid mistakes.

Once you have collected all the information, you can just hand it over to the embassy. I am going to donate all of it to the country. I will send the booklet to the embassy later. Mr. Ding, please do the same as soon as possible!"

Ding Jianye was so angry that he fell backwards, what a spendthrift!

When it comes to family property, Mrs. Ding can no longer hold back and looked at Yun Tinglan with disapproval, "Child, why are you so angry? There is no overnight grudge between father and daughter. By doing this, aren't you going to destroy the Ding family?" She skillfully helped Ding Jianye to calm down.

Yun Tinglan felt uncomfortable with the elder's attitude. She sneered and tried to test him, "I have found my mother's bones. Arsenic was found on the bones. It was obviously poisoned. Madam Ding jumped from a little maid in the Yun family to the mistress of the house. She also gave birth to a concubine's eldest son who is two years older than me. The tricks here are very intriguing.

I have asked people to help find the midwife and the old man from the Yun family. Madam Ding had better pray, as those people have already passed away. If I catch anyone doing anything wrong, I will always hold them accountable..."

Hearing this, Ding Jianye and Mrs. Ding looked at each other and their expressions changed at the same time.

Ding Jianye was an old fox after all, and he quickly calmed down, his tone full of helplessness and indulgence, "I know you have resentment towards me and always think the worst of me, but at that time there was chaos and I couldn't find anyone even if I wanted to take you away. But it's not too late now, come back to Hong Kong Island with me, and everything in the Ding family will be yours. If you don't believe me, I'll make a will now."

In short, coax her over first, there is always a way to pry open her mouth and get the prescription.

Yun Tinglan refused without hesitation: "No, I love China and will never leave my homeland. I don't care about the Ding family's property. I just want everything from the Yun family. If you really feel guilty, return the property according to the equivalent purchasing power of 130,000 oceans at that time. If you don't want to, I won't force you. I will accept 130,000. But the antiques and paintings must be returned. They are national treasures and cannot be shed."

There must be antique calligraphy and paintings, but Yun Tinglan is not sure which ones they are. But it doesn’t matter, Lingxi is there.

Song Jinhan and his team went to Hong Kong Island to discuss business, so it was not convenient for them to move around, but with Ling Xi, and its clones, it could use radio to transform into thousands of incarnations through televisions, radios, computers and other electronic devices to collect information.

There may be some discrepancies, but they won't be far off. If Lingxi adds some of the Ding family's existing antiques and forges them, it will be guaranteed to be indistinguishable from the real thing.

There is no need to worry about the Ding family denying it. It will be Ding Jianye who will be condemned by public opinion. The country can also have a legitimate reason and can always tear off a large piece of meat from the Ding family.

Song Jinhan checked and found that over the past year or so, the Ding family has invested more than 5 million in the mainland, with a focus on the automobile manufacturing industry. If things really don't work out, they can use the factory to pay off the debts.

Ding Jianye was so angry that his eyes went dark. What a curse! This guy is so stubborn!

After sending the man away, Yun Tinglan was not affected by the situation and went straight to the train station.

Before leaving, Yun Tinglan left a hundred yuan to an elder sister named Jinhua, asking her to help sweep the graves and worship every year. Although she has not returned in recent years, she has not stopped supporting her, from ten yuan a year ten years ago to twenty yuan a year now.

Speaking of Sister Jinhua, she almost died due to childbirth complications. Yun Tinglan happened to pass by while visiting the old Taoist priest’s grave and saved her and her child.

She originally thought that even if Jinhua didn't remember the favor, she should help her take care of the old Taoist's grave because she sent money every year.

But looking at the small mound covered with weeds and even vines, Yun Tinglan became furious. If Ling Xi hadn't told her for sure that this was the old Taoist's grave, she wouldn't have recognized it.

Where is the tomb she built for the old Taoist priest?

Not to mention the tombstone, not even a piece of stone was seen. How madman must be to dare to steal the stones from the cemetery.

She cursed the person who did it to be plagued by bad luck.

Yun Tinglan's face was gloomy. She was not the original owner, but she was also grateful for the old Taoist's kindness. She lowered her head and silently pulled out the weeds and repaired the grave.

Song Jinhan didn't say anything, but just accompanied her to weed silently.

The two men placed offerings and toasted the old Taoist priest.

At this time, hurried footsteps were heard, and a white-haired old lady came with the support of a middle-aged man.

When he saw Yun Tinglan, he was stunned for a moment, then he avoided her eyes and was visibly panicked. "Yun... Doctor Yun, I'm sorry... I didn't stop them when we were destroying the four olds." Of course, she didn't dare to stop them.

Yun Tinglan didn't say anything.

Yes, you don't have to stop me, but for so many years, you have been taking my money. Have you ever felt guilty? Have you ever thought about writing to me to tell me? No, you are worried that I will stop supporting you, so you feel at ease to make money from the dead.

Song Jinhan suddenly interrupted, "This cemetery has been unattended for more than ten years."

Jinhua hesitated, obviously not good at lying. The man who supported her took over the conversation, "Auntie Yun...Auntie Yun, you know what happened to Wen G. We didn't dare to come."

"Well, it's quite easy to get the money."

Both the mother and the son were silent. No matter what, it was wrong for them to just take the money and not do anything. Who could have thought that someone who had not been seen for more than 20 years would suddenly come back.

If they had told us in advance, they would have definitely repaired the grave.

Yun Tinglan simply ignored the anxious mother and son. There was no point in arguing with a dying person.