Urban Medical Immortal Dad
Chapter 670: Bargaining_1

Chapter 670: Chapter 670: Bargaining_1

Looking at Yang Meifeng’s mocking expression and tone, Old Lady Luo suddenly became furious, pointing at her with her cane and saying, "Yang Meifeng, you have some nerve! How dare you talk to me like that?"

"Oh wow, who do you think you are?"

Yang Meifeng stood with her hands on her hips, her face full of contempt as she said, "Still the powerful chairman of Luo’s Group? The matriarch of the Luo Family who had the final say in everything?"

"Please, can you recognize your current status?"

"Luo’s Group is bankrupt! Now, you’re just a powerless and penniless old hag!"

"Even to get by every day, you can only scrape by selling off your family’s assets."

Seeing Yang Meifeng scolding his mother, Luo Yuantu frowned and retorted, "Yang Meifeng! How dare you talk to my mom like that!"

"No matter what, she is still your mother-in-law!"

"Mother-in-law? My foot!"

Yang Meifeng spat disdainfully, "Ever since I married into the Luo Family, did she ever treat me like a daughter-in-law?"

"Right after Shan Chuan and I got married, the very next day, she kicked us out of the house."

"During meal times, I wasn’t even allowed to sit at the table with everyone else. I had to stand to the side with a bowl in my hands, watching you all eat like a family."

"The year I was pregnant, Shan Chuan was away on a business trip, and I felt unwell and needed to go to the hospital for a check-up. She made me ride a bicycle by myself, even though I was already more than five months pregnant. And look at your Guihua, chauffeured by the company’s car. Can my treatment even compare to hers?"

"Even for shopping, I had to account for every penny I spent, whereas it was never an issue for your Guihua, no matter how much she spent."

"Over the years, she has made my life nothing but a series of petty torments!"

Pausing, her tone became mocking, "It’s true though, Shan Chuan isn’t her biological child, she doesn’t consider him her son, much less me her daughter-in-law."

"Oh, she likes her eldest daughter-in-law, Chen Guihua. But Guihua is really dutiful, isn’t she? Not only did she run off with all your family’s money, but she also left you all with a mountain of debt."

"And what’s more, she topped it off by bestowing a green hat onto her dear brother-in-law."

As soon as this was mentioned, Luo Yuantu’s face turned livid. Chen Guihua had become his taboo, and he was on the verge of exploding at the mere mention of her name.

But Yang Meifeng didn’t stop there, rubbing salt in his wounds, "Guihua really went too far, running off with all the money—should’ve at least left you a few hundred to try your luck with the lottery. Maybe you could’ve won five million for a miraculous comeback."

"Yang Meifeng! Are you asking for a beating?"

Luo Yuantu was enraged, his fists clenched tightly as fiery anger burned in his eyes.

"Beat me? With you being disabled and all?" Yang Meifeng provoked him further, "I’d advise you to save your strength."

"And Guihua, she really knows how to play the game, doesn’t she? Nearly fifty years old, and yet she snagged such a handsome young lover."

"Brother, if you ask me, by next year Guihua will have a fair and plump little son, and you’ll have to give him a big red envelope."

"Oh wait, I forgot, your whole family is broke now, struggling even to afford food, where would you get money for a red envelope, hahaha..."

"You... cough, cough, cough!"

Luo Yuantu, rendered speechless, erupted into a fit of coughing— if he could, he would have chopped her to pieces right then and there.

Old Lady Luo was equally furious, pointing at Yang Meifeng’s nose and saying, "Don’t get cocky, Yang Meifeng. That villa of yours was only swindled by that good-for-nothing Mo Han!"

"So what if it was swindled! At least my son-in-law is capable. Unlike your grandchildren here, who are good for nothing!"

Under normal circumstances, Yang Meifeng would never praise Mo Han, but now, just to get under Old Lady Luo’s skin, she put aside those feelings.

Luo Xuanran and Luo Zitong were both irked to hear this.

True, they might not have achieved much, but that didn’t mean Yang Meifeng had the right to say such things about them in front of others.

Luo Xuanran was quick-tempered and had been incensed by Yang Meifeng’s relentless humiliation of his grandmother. He could no longer stand by as the attack turned towards him.

Without a word, he grabbed a piece of wood from the ground and, pointing it at Yang Meifeng, blurted out, "You scumbag! If you dare insult grandma again, believe it or not, I’ll break your damn legs!"

Seeing his eat-you-alive demeanor, Yang Meifeng felt a bit frightened and retreated, pushing Mo Han, who was beside her, "Hit me! My son-in-law is here, I’d like to see who dares to lay a hand on me!"

The moment Mo Han stepped forward, Luo Xuanran instantly backed down.

He knew how tough Mo Han was. It wasn’t just him— even if he called over a few strong men, they might not stand a chance against Mo Han.

Huang Shasha from Yunfang Furniture looked on as the two families bickered, confused about the situation.

She swallowed hard and said to Old Lady Luo, "Are you still selling the furniture?"

"Sell! Of course, we’re selling!"

Only then did Old Lady Luo remember why she was there. Not wanting to argue with Yang Meifeng any longer, she turned to Huang Shasha with a smile and said, "Beauty, this set of rosewood furniture was bought from your Yunfang Furniture seven years ago. The material is yellow rosewood from Qiongzhou Island."

"After my husband bought it, it was never used and has been kept in a warehouse. It’s still like new."

"As for the price..."

"I’ve seen the furniture, and it is indeed yellow rosewood, but whether it’s from Qiongzhou Island, I’m not certain, especially since you don’t have an invoice," Huang Shasha said with knitted brows. Remembering what her manager had told her over the phone, she offered, "Let’s do this, I’ll buy it at the market’s median price, 650,000 yuan."

"650,000 yuan?"

Old Lady Luo exploded, "We bought it for 1.8 million seven years ago, and now you’re offering me 650,000 yuan— that’s 1.2 million less!"

"You’re heartless!"

Having gleaned their dire financial situation from the earlier conversations, Huang Shasha remained unfazed. She crossed her arms and said calmly, "Old lady, 650,000 yuan is really not a low offer."

"You say your furniture was bought from Yunfang Furniture, but without a receipt or certificate, how can you prove it?"

"The market is flooded with fakes, how do I know you’re not intentionally trying to pass off a knockoff as the real deal?"

"I’m offering 650,000 yuan and still assuming the risk."

"If you feel the price is wrong, feel free to look elsewhere."

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