Leveling Technology To Save Humanity-Chapter 72: Grandma, Your Beloved Grandson Is Here!

Rich, rich, Richie rich!

Lalalalala~

Sokka hummed in a good mood, while staring out the window. No one could truly understand how he felt right now.

His heart was hammering in chest, and the hairs on his body had all stood erect from dreaming.

’What will I do with 1 million?... no... I have to get at least 20 million combined, from my dear cousin and my Grandmother.’

Should he buy a new car? A designer watch?

The money hadn’t even touched his bank account yet, but Sokka had already thought of a hundred things he’d want to spend his money on.

Woow!

His millions, here he comes!

Their entourage came with 2 luxury vehicles. Seeing these lowly peasants stop to stare at them, Sokka’s ego was raised high. ’Hmph! A bunch of wastrels.’

"Mom, just look at how they’re staring at our vehicles? So what if they’re millionaires, they must not know what to do with all that money, and must have never seen such luxury cars before."

Yeah!

Merta’s eyes widened in understanding, adjusting her back to sit ’gracefully’ beside the window. She wanted them to see that it she, Merta, who returned in such a high end vehicle.

Her choice was never wrong, and her life will always be better than theirs! Merta’s ego was inflated and satisfied with her ridiculous thoughts.

Sokka, the servant, and the body guards, also felt it must be so.

What a bunch of Country Bumpkins!

You can clean out a pig as many times as you want, but it will eventually return to its dirty Pig sty to love out the rest of its days.

If the villagers knew the thoughts of those in these vehicles, they would no doubt be taken aback.

—Neurotic.

Are you sure you’re okay in the head?

Just a while ago, they had feasted their eyes on all sorts of luxury vehicles when the CEOs and big giants from across the country and even from abroad, came over.

Even now, there are several visitors who stop by with expensive luxury cars. So who the hell do you think is so interested in your second-grade luxury vehicles?

Please!

They have seen better, okay?

The real reason why some of them stopped, was because they saw a familiar face, one they haven’t seen in decades—Merta Fairbang.

Seeing the direction these vehicles were heading to, they knew it must be Granny Bimto’s home.

Aiiiy~

It looks like there’ll be fresh gossip floating about the village soon. Some people were even thinking of visiting Granny Bimto later, to get the juicy news first hand. Some even chose to run there and secretly watch in the distance, feeling it a pity they had no snacks to munch on.

A good show was about to begin. But many now had just one question in mind—A real daughter vs a Fake son. They say water is thicker than wine. What will Granny Bimto do? Who will she choose among the 2?

Oops... they have to get there fast before it all begins.

A while later, the vehicles came to a halt at the base of a house on a slightly elevated slope. One can see that there has been work done to start creating a driveway connecting the house to the base of the slope.

Merta felt a little uneasy, but did away with such thoughts barely a second after they erupted.

She has always been one to keep her eyes on the prize. How do you think she managed to marry into a wealthy family if she wasn’t so focused on the Prize?

Her only regret is that she miscalculated, marrying a wealthy man who was incredibly stingy. But soon, she won’t need his money that desperately.

Why?... Because her own mother was now a millionaire!

She ran into someone in the city, who had a distant cousin in Geldhan village. The talks about how much each family took home for dividends wasn’t a secret. So when asked, the villager in question, innocently spoke of the matter, not knowing the news would be fed to people with bad intentions.

That being said, her mother, Bimto, had bought shares now worth a little over 4 million. And as her only daughter and child, wasn’t it her right to at least inherit 3.9 million each time the dividends are given?

That mother of hers should be old as a bag of bones. So what does she need so much money for?

Leaving the vehicle, the drivers stayed back, as well as one bodyguard. As for everyone else, they headed up to the lone building, to see their Mistress’s Mother.

Sokka had his best smile on, the sort elderly people seemed fond of. For this big cow, he was willing to milk it to death with his best performance. And what was that heavenly smell that was making his tummy rumble?

Sokka now felt himself growing hungrier the closer they approached.

Din-Din-Din~

The door was knocked thrice.

"Yes, who is it?" A distinct voice from the inside answered.

They heard some ruffling noise from the inside, accompanied by footsteps. Finally, the crude bolted sounds of the door unlocking echoed in their ears, making their nerves tense second by second.

"Yes," Bimto’s face appeared before the group, shocking them by how good-looking and youthful she appeared.

This...

The servants and guards were dumbfounded.

Why did the Mistress’s mother look far healthier and vibrant than the Mistress who lived in a wealthy mansion? What sort of secret was this old village using to keep her skin looking so fresh?

Bimto’s eyes scanned the group, ’confusion’ evident on her face. "And who might you all be? You little girl, why are you crying suddenly? If you are a professional mourner, go somewhere else. I’m not dead yet. So why are you showing up at my door crying as though I bullied you?"

[Merta who put on the waterworks]: "_"

[Sokka who was about join the drama]: "_"

[Everyone else]: "_"

This... This script is wrong.

Isn’t she supposed to recognize Merta and join her in a tearful reunion?... Can it be that she doesn’t recognize her daughter standing right in front of her?