Tang Wanli was desperate to save his beloved son, so he wired the money directly, and it arrived in the account very quickly.
The Old Ancestor looked at Lu Chengwen with a beaming smile. "Little Lu, one favor from you just cost me three billion."
Lu Chengwen thought, You took all the benefits, and you're still here spouting useless crap at me.
But he still said with a grin, "Old Ancestor, I really never imagined that I, Lu Chengwen, had so much face with you. You honored me today, and I thank you for that. How about this—I'll take out another twenty million on top, off the public books, and transfer it straight into your personal account, Old Ancestor. You should eat something good and live a little better. Please don't scrimp and save, or Chengwen's heart will ache."
The old ancestor laughed. "Enough. You don't have it easy either. I won't take the twenty million. I'm an old fellow with one foot in the grave. Money's useless to me."
The Old Ancestor stood up, and Lu Chengwen hurried over, taking the maid's place to support him.
The Old Ancestor was still indignant. "Just thinking about Tang Sect makes me angry!"
"Oh, people of the jianghu all find them disgusting. There's nothing we can do about it."
"According to my old temper, I'd have chopped that boy's dog head off on the spot. Hah, what could Tang Sect have done to me?"
"Oh, calm down, calm down. We've got four billion in the account. We made a killing. You saw that son of his—he's not worth a damn. He just has a good father, otherwise he wouldn't even be worth three yuan and fifty-six cents."
The old ancestor said, "You ran around working hard on this. I won't take your