Just after the divorce, my wife begged for reconciliation

Chapter 756 Let Me Fend for Myself

Ma Xiangfu suddenly became angry: "I have a child, how could this be false?

Do you think I should exterminate my family?"

Ye Changqing shook his head: "No, don't be angry, I just think they are so capable, why don't they take you to enjoy life?"

Ma Xiangfu kept silent with his head down, picked up a cup of tea on the coffee table, drank it all, and then put the cup down.

Frowning and dazed.

His eyes were out of focus, as if he was thinking about something.

Ye Changqing knew he had touched the old man's sore spot and quickly changed the subject: "I asked the wrong question. If it's inconvenient, let's talk about something else.

For example...Fu Mai's matter." Ma Xiangfu shook his head: "There is nothing that cannot be discussed. I also have a young son who is in jail.

He has nothing to eat or drink in prison, and I just feel sorry for my little son.

I sent the money given to me by the other four children to my youngest son in prison, so that he could buy some sausages, chicken legs, etc.

He likes to eat meat.

But the other four children said that the money given to me was wasted.

Then he stopped giving me money.

Let me fend for myself.”

Ye Changqing suddenly realized that this was the case. No wonder the four brothers were so cruel to him.

However, he still felt that the four brothers were a bit too much: "They are four brothers, and each of them is a social elite.

Let’s talk about the boss first. You said he is an official.

I think you wouldn't mind paying me a little more." Ma Xiangfu shook his head: "It's not easy for the boss either, he only makes 15,000 yuan a month.

Housing prices in big cities are high. He lives in the city, where the cost is 6 yuan per square meter.

A 120-square-meter house costs a total of 720 million.

Over the years, I have been mailing him rapeseed oil and various local specialties."

When Ye Changqing was in college, he went to a big city, where housing prices were indeed expensive.

Sixty thousand yuan per square meter can only be considered an ordinary location.

The better ones cost 80,000 to 90,000 yuan, and the most expensive ones cost more than 100,000 yuan per square meter.

It's a place where every inch of land is valuable, so after graduation, he didn't even apply for a job and turned around and went back to Songjiang.

With a monthly salary of 15,000 yuan, I buy a property worth 700,000 to 800,000 yuan. It's too tiring.

Ye Changqing suddenly remembered that Ma Xiangfu’s second son was in real estate: “Your second son is the big boss.

It leaked out from between his fingers.

You can’t spend it all.

He can't stop paying alimony just because you're taking care of their youngest son."

Ma Xiangfu sighed, “Alas, the second brother did make money before.

But he always takes out loans to do business, and housing prices have been cheaper in recent years.

He couldn't pay back the money he owed to the bank.

Life is hard.”

Ye Changqing continued: "What about the third brother? Didn't he say he would be the manager?"

Ma Xiangfu shook his head slightly. "Don't talk about manager anymore. He lost his job a few days ago, and I sent him the money for his car loan." Ye Changqing asked again, "Where's the fourth child? Where's your family's tech elite?"

Ma Xiangfu picked up the teacup, found it was empty, and put it back on the coffee table: "Don't mention the fourth brother anymore, he found a wife from the city.

It's beautiful, but it's too expensive.

He bought the best house and the car, just a means of transportation, and spent 120 million. I don’t know what he was thinking.

We can't interfere in other people's affairs.

Anyway, even if I earn a lot of money, it’s never enough to spend.”

After hearing him say this, Ye Changqing didn't want to mention it anymore.

This is someone else's family affair. Even if he is angry or dissatisfied, he can't say anything.

He decided to get down to business: "Fumai is the legacy of the Ma family. Ask them if they are willing to pass it on. If not, we can find another way. For example, I can give you some money on behalf of the farmers.

Then we found someone to plant Fumai. The Ma family was reluctant to plant it, but Fumai couldn't be discontinued."

Ma Xiangfu nodded and said, "You are right, I am old and can't farm for a few more years.

If I fall down and can't get up, the inheritance will be broken.

Let me call my son."

As he spoke, he reached into his pocket and pulled out something.

There was toilet paper, a few cigarette butts, some crumpled banknotes, and a cell phone tucked inside.

It was an old phone, army green in color, and as thick as two palms.

He took out his old phone and pressed and held the number 1.

Soon a voice came from the old man’s phone: “Calling the boss, please wait patiently.” Then the phone beeped.

Soon the call was connected, and an impatient voice came from the microphone of the phone: "Dad, I'm at work. Can you please not call me if there's nothing wrong?"

Ma Xiangfu smiled and said, "Son, I just want to ask you one question, just one."

His attitude was like a child asking his parents for money to buy candy. He was smiling, very cautious, and even a little flattering.

The boss's voice came from the phone: "Hurry up and tell me, I have no money.

I'm also very busy this month. Two days ago, your daughter-in-law's fitness coach called me and said I don't even have the money to pay her monthly fee."

Ma Xiangfu smiled and said, “I sold mugwort a few days ago and made a thousand yuan.

If you are nervous, I can transfer the money to you."

There was silence for a while on the other end of the phone before saying, "Okay, let me use it first. If I don't use your money, it will be a waste for that useless thing.

Transfer all of it to me.

Anything else?

It’s alright, I’m hanging up.”

Ma Xiangfu said hurriedly: "Yes, there is something very important.

The variety of Fumai that I have been cultivating has improved again.

It is drought-resistant, wind-resistant, cold-resistant and not prone to disease.

Are you willing to come back and inherit the legacy of Fumai?"

As soon as Ma Xiangfu finished speaking, an impatient voice suddenly came from the other side: "Dad, are you getting senile?

I am now a civil servant at the section level.

He is also a director, and he has some power, big and small.

You want me to go home and farm. What do you think?

I tell you, even if someone put a gun to my head, I would go back to farming. I will never go back to my hometown again."

Ma Xiangfu's face showed pain: "You won't come back even if I die?

I just used the money you gave me to buy food for your brother.

I have done nothing wrong to you.

Do you hate me that much?"

After Ma Xiangfu finished speaking, the phone fell silent.

After a moment of silence, a voice came from the mobile alley again: “You…I will go back if you are gone.

But now I will definitely not go back.

Your inheritance of the Fumai variety is broken, so just let it be. Don’t say it’s worthless. Even if it’s worth tens of millions, I don’t want it!

I won’t go back!”

Ma Xiangfu glanced at Ye Changqing and asked in a low voice: "You said you would give money, how much?"

Ye Changqing thought for a moment and said, "I'll give you one million so that you can live on in your old age."

As soon as Ye Changqing finished speaking, a voice came from Ma Xiangfu's old phone: "Dad, you are too old to understand the matter of negotiating prices.

I came back and talked to him in person.

You must wait for me to come back!

I'm going to buy a plane ticket now!"