vrcanaries Chapter 871 Each of the three had their own schemes
Chapter 871 Each of the three had their own schemes
Several people took turns trying to persuade each other.
The next day, Ye's mother went to buy groceries and cook, while Ye's father and Yang Guangzong went with Lao Zhang to another hospital for a check-up.
We won't get the results in a day; we still have to wait.
However, experienced doctors can tell at a glance that it's almost certainly cancer.
But if the patient wants to be examined, they will perform the examination.
Sick people are always like this; they won't give up until they've been to several hospitals for examinations.
A few days later, I received the results, and it was still cancer.
Old Zhang immediately sat down on the ground, rolling around and crying.
"I'm only in my fifties, I'm still young, I don't want to die."
Many people at the hospital were watching, but none of them knew how to comfort him.
Yang Guangzong waited until he had cried enough before taking him home from the hospital.
Back home, Old Zhang seemed to have all his energy drained away, as if he had aged several years in an instant.
The three of them looked at each other.
After a moment, Ye's mother comforted her, "If it doesn't work, let's go to another hospital and see a few more."
"Sigh!" Old Zhang sighed deeply and said, "No need to look anymore, this time it's the best hospital in the south of the city, there's no mistake."
"Well... how about we go see a traditional Chinese medicine doctor?"
Old Zhang shook his head again, "It's no use. My neighbor had this disease a few years ago. He tried everything and spent all his money, but he still passed away, and he suffered a lot."
Then they wouldn't know what to say.
"Then what did the doctor say?"
Old Zhang sighed and said, "Let me try conservative treatment. Take my medicine, eat what I need to eat, spend what I need to spend, relax, and maybe I'll live a few more days."
With this disease, what difference does it make how many more days I live?
He's about to die.
Old Zhang is all alone. Although his house is dilapidated, the yard outside is spacious, so he can get 200,000 yuan in compensation for the demolition.
If he dies later, who will inherit the house?
Each of the three had their own agenda.
After dinner, Mr. and Mrs. Ye said they were going out for a walk.
Once outside, the two began discussing the matter.
"Old Zhang's life is really tough. He's all alone, no wife, no children. When he dies, there won't even be anyone to collect his body. Tell me, if he dies, who will get the 200,000 yuan in demolition compensation?"
Mr. Ye glanced at Mrs. Ye; he knew exactly what she was thinking, just as she was.
But they have no relation to Lao Zhang, so how did the money end up in their hands?
He shook his head helplessly and said, "What a waste of money."
With her eyes gleaming, Ye's mother said, "Why don't you become sworn brothers with him and promise that if he passes away, we'll collect his body, hold a memorial service, and even have our sons visit his grave. After he's gone, this house will belong to us. What do you say?"
Mr. Ye felt this was outrageous; the person was still alive, yet they were already eyeing his house.
They're just sick, they're not stupid. How could they not know that it's so obvious they're trying to take advantage of someone who has no family to live on?
But the temptation was too great. Two hundred thousand! They couldn't earn two hundred thousand even if they sold their whole family.
If we can really get this money, who cares about saving face?
As Mr. Ye hesitated, he heard Mrs. Ye say, "I know our intentions are too obvious, but he's all alone, what can he do? If he doesn't give us any benefits, why should we collect his body, why should our children and grandchildren visit his grave and burn paper money for him?"
Mr. Ye thought so too.
"Hmm, you're right, I'll give it a try."
"Yeah, let's give it a try. If it works, great; if it doesn't, we won't lose anything."
That's true.
After making up their minds and discussing it further, the two slowly started to walk back, having prepared their explanations.
Yang Guangzong had already gotten there first in that dilapidated house.
He's currently taking a godfather as his godfather.
“Godfather, from today onwards, I am your son. I will visit your grave and burn paper money for you during the Qingming Festival.”
Old Zhang was overcome with emotion, tears streaming down his face.
"Alright, from now on I can say I have a son. Alas! It's a pity I don't have a grandson yet."
Yang Guangzong: "..." Where am I supposed to find you a grandson?
"I've always envied people who have a house full of children and grandchildren... Never mind, it's too late for you to have children now."
Yang Guangzong breathed a sigh of relief.
Just then, they heard the sound of someone opening the door; it was Ye's parents returning home.
The two men smiled broadly and watched as Old Zhang immediately came over, pushing Yang Guangzong aside and surrounding him on either side.
"Brother, I have something I want to talk to you about."
Old Zhang was taken aback. "What's wrong?"
"Is that so? Look at you, all alone at your age. When you're gone, there won't even be anyone to collect your body."
Old Zhang, his face dark, was about to say that he had just adopted a son when Ye's father said, "How about this? We two brothers are so compatible, let's become sworn brothers. I'm a year older than you, so I'll be the elder brother and you the younger. After you pass away, I'll hold a proper funeral for you, so you can leave in style. My son and grandson will burn paper money for you every year on the Qingming Festival, so you can have a prosperous life in the afterlife."
Old Zhang was deeply moved.
"My brother is so good to me?"
Mr. Ye chuckled apologetically and said, "Of course, you wouldn't believe I'm being this nice to you for no reason. I do have conditions."
Old Zhang: "What are the conditions?"
"Well... think about it, it costs money to hold that kind of religious ceremony for you, right? My children and grandchildren will burn paper money for you in the future, so they'll be considered your descendants, won't they?"
"so what?"
"So after you leave, this house and yard will belong to my son. Consider this a deal. We'll use money from the underworld to exchange for your house in the mortal world. What do you think?"
Lao Zhang: "..."
Yang Guangzong chuckled beside him, "You're really good at this. Money from the underworld? Ha, one dollar can buy a whole bag of stuff. You're using it to trade for someone's house in the mortal world? How can you be so shameless?"
Father Ye: "What are you saying, you little brat? I'm talking to Brother Zhang about something, it has nothing to do with you."
"How can it not concern me? I just recognized him as my godfather, and now I'm his son. He has a son; he doesn't need your son to burn paper money for him."
what?
Mr. and Mrs. Ye looked at each other in bewilderment.
This brat beat me to it?
The two of them looked at Old Zhang at the same time.
Old Zhang nodded and said, "Yes, Xiao Yang just called me 'Dad,' brother. I appreciate your kindness."
His expression had turned quite cold.
"I took you in for a few days out of pity, but I never expected you would set your sights on my house. It seems my humble abode is too small to accommodate two such big shots like you. You should leave."
The two men's expressions changed.
Ye Xiaotong won't be back for a few more days, where could they go?
"No, that's not what we meant..."
The current explanations seem so ridiculous.
Old Zhang scoffed and said, "I'm sick, not stupid. What you just said was very clear. Your deal is good, but I'm not willing to do it."
Two people: "..."