The Goddess's Personal Doctor-Chapter 241 Relatives
Since then, Yang Yuβs mother, Liu Cuyun, had come to despise her auntβs family. ππΏπππ ππππ¨πππ.ππ π
Yang Yu had also felt some anger before, but he soon saw the light.
Relatives, after all, are family when there is reciprocity; without it, they are no better than the neighbors next door.
If they are willing to lend you money, that means they are kind; if they arenβt, thereβs nothing much to say; you just treat them how they treat you.
So knowing it was his auntβs family asking for a loan, Yang Yu didnβt want to lend it either.
But Yang Yuβs father snatched back the phone, and said with gravity, "Ah Yu, just because others lack good character, we must not behave like them, or else what makes us any different? No matter what, your aunt is my sister. If we were poor and unable to help, thatβd be one thing; but since we can, we should help!"
Liu Cuyun became angry, "You treat her like a sister, but does she treat you like a brother? Your son needs to attend college, yet she hasnβt contributed a dime, and then goes and buys her son a luxury car worth hundreds of thousands. Now her son wants a lavish wedding that costs hundreds of thousands, and she starts by asking for one hundred thousand!"
"Yang Rongguang, youβre just a farmer, a muddy-legged one who canβt even save ten or twenty thousand a year; how can she have the nerve to ask that!"
Seeing his usually non-confrontational parents on the verge of a serious dispute, Yang Yu hurriedly said, "Dad, Mom, stop fighting. Look, we asked them for five thousand three years ago, although they never gave it, but we did ask. This time, letβs lend them ten thousand; double what we asked for. They shouldnβt have much to complain about then, right?"
Yang Rongguang felt uncomfortable about lending one hundred thousand yet giving only ten thousand, "This... how can this be alright!"
"Why not?" Liu Cuyun glared, "Just do as Ah Yu said, lend them ten thousand. Even having ten thousand is pretty good, considering they wouldnβt even lend five thousand back then!"
"Alright." Yang Rongguang was unable to argue with his wife and son, so he agreed, "Ah Yu, your eldest cousin and his fiancΓ©e are in Tianhai City taking wedding photos. I donβt have a bank app installed on this old phone of mine, itβs inconvenient. Iβll give you your cousinβs phone number, just directly transfer the money to them!"
"Okay, Dad," Yang Yu said, "Iβm really a bastard for forgetting to get you both new phones and a new house. Iβll have a new phone sent to you through courier right away, and then find a construction team to build you a country villa."
Knowing his parents would likely refuse, Yang Yu hung up without a word, then immediately called Zhou Haoqiang, "Ah Qiang, find a construction team to go to my hometown to help my parents build a villa, and also send them two Apple phones. Let me know how much it costs, and Iβll send you the money."
"Ah Yu, have you lost your mind?" Zhou Haoqiang raised the pitch of his voice, "This little favor and youβre talking about money? Are we brothers or not?"
"Because we are brothers, we should settle accounts clearly," Yang Yu said earnestly, "Ah Qiang, a company needs to grow strong and canβt be too casual. When itβs time to use the company account, we must use it. There are many people following you; if youβre too casual, itβll be hard to manage the company later."
"Alright, alright, Iβll do as you say," Zhou Haoqiang grunted, "Iβll make sure every penny of the construction money goes through the company account. Iβll pay out of my own pocket, happy now?"
Yang Yu smiled faintly, "No, this is a gift for my parents; itβs my way of showing filial piety, and I shouldnβt let you pay. If you want to give something to my parents, we can discuss that later. Iβll transfer two million to you now. Let me know if itβs not enough, and Iβll send more."
Not waiting for Zhou Haoqiang to respond, he hung up and immediately transferred two million to Zhou Haoqiang.
Zhou Haoqiang sent back a message, "Alright, buddy, Iβve taken the money, brother."
Zhou Haoqiang didnβt push back, but Yang Yu believed that after the construction of the villa, the expenses would certainly exceed two million.
He wasnβt pretentious, nor was his friend; sometimes understanding each other was enough.
After sorting out the phones and villa for his parents, Yang Yu called his eldest cousin, Liao Fangpo, "Cousin, itβs me, Yang Yu."
Fang Poβs tone was very casual, "Oh, Yang Yu, whatβs up?"
Yang Yu said, "Aunt said you were short of a hundred thousand for the wedding banquet. My dad doesnβt have that much, just ten thousand, and told me to transfer it to you..."
"Ten thousand? Are you treating me like a beggar?" Fang Po erupted immediately, "Country people are just poor, bad luck!"
Yang Yu got angry as well, "Take it or leave it!"
Only then did Yang Yu hang up the phone, but Fang Po immediately called back, "Why wouldnβt I take it? Ten thousand can still pay for half a table at the banquet!"
After hearing this, Yang Yu grew even angrier, "You want my dad, a farmer who canβt save twenty thousand in a year, to borrow a hundred thousand, just to pay for a banquet table that costs twenty thousand?"
"Yeah, whatβs the problem?" Fang Po was completely indifferent, "Can our family be compared to yours? Iβm marrying into one of the big families of Tianhai City. Having a table that costs twenty thousand is already embarrassing, you know? Do you realize our banquet is booked at Jinmao Hotel? Twenty thousand per table is the minimum there!"
"Haha." Besides "haha," Yang Yu had nothing else to say, "Just give me your bank card number, Iβll transfer the ten thousand to you. Send the card number to my cellphone via text message."
Normally, among relatives, adding cousins on WeChat and creating a group chat is the most common thing.
But Yang Yu knew his family was poor, and these cousins tried their best to avoid him.
They really didnβt want to add him on WeChat, so he didnβt bother trying to add them either.
And by the way, Fang Po was quite quick in sending the card number.
As soon as Yang Yu hung up the phone, he received Fang Poβs text message in less than twenty seconds.
Yang Yu didnβt say much, he just transferred the ten thousand directly.
Sure enough, Fang Po didnβt even say "thank you," acting as if nothing had happened.
Yang Yu gave a cold snort, too lazy to care any further.
His father was the eldest in the family, had been a farmer all his life, and couldnβt even afford to send one of his two sons to college, let alone take care of his younger siblings.
Therefore, his father always felt he hadnβt fulfilled his duties as a father and an elder brother, and it weighed on his mind.
Today, finally having the chance, Yang Yu saw it as fulfilling a lingering concern for his father.
As Yang Yu was getting ready to sleep, his phone rang again. It was a call from the security guard at the gate, "Mr. Yang, thereβs a wedding photography company insisting on entering to take wedding photos, theyβre being really persistent and are blocking our community gate. Would you like to let them in?"
Now, everyone living in the entire residential complex was part of Yang Yuβs circle, and since the area was designated as non-saleable by the Flying Dragon Team, the Wen Family stopped selling it externally.
Essentially, the residential complex had become Yang Yuβs private space, so security had to call Yang Yu for permission to let anyone in.
"Let them in," Yang Yu said, "If itβs for someoneβs wedding, they should be celebrated, donβt make it difficult for them."
