People of our generation have experienced poverty and also enjoyed wealth.

Money is not everything; the key is to have the right values.”

The words came out.

A true old scholar.

At this time, Meng Xuan suddenly interrupted:

"Yes, I like people like Zhuang Zhou who have ideals and ambitions.

The amount of money is just a number. The key is that we should work together and live a good life.

It's about making money! How much is the limit? "

After saying that, she looked at Zhuang Zhou affectionately.

But at this time.

But my aunt curled her lips, showing disdain on her face:

"Look! This guy is just a big talker.

The claim of being worth hundreds of millions is all fake.

It seems that this guy has a problem with his character!"

Hearing this, Mother Meng's smile froze.

yes!

This is acceptable even if you don't have money.

If a person has a problem with his character, he will never be tolerated.

Meng Xuan knew she couldn't hide it any longer.

Just say it clearly!

"Mom, Auntie, this is all my fault. Zhuang Zhou..."

"Isn't Zhuang Zhou too rich?"

But who knows.

Meng Xuan hadn't finished speaking yet.

Then my uncle suddenly interrupted.

Then everyone looked at my uncle.

I saw that my uncle was holding the bottle of white wine that Zhuang Zhou brought.

"Zhang Fei, we are talking here. Why are you butting in?"

My aunt retorted directly.

"No, sister, this wine is very expensive!"

Aunt glanced at it:

"How expensive can a bottle of liquor be?"

Zhang Fei ignored his elder sister and shouted to his uncle who was reading:

"Brother-in-law, you know wine, come and take a look at this wine?"

My uncle put down the book.

He walked over, picked up the white wine and looked at it carefully.

Then I couldn't help but exclaim:

"This is really good wine!"

"Xiao Zhuang, where did you buy this wine?"

Zhuang Zhou said directly:

"There's a tobacco shop right at the entrance of the community, and I bought it there."

When Zhang Fei heard this, he immediately guessed something.

He quickly asked again:

"How much did you pay for this wine?"

"Fifty-eight thousand!"

"What?! This bottle of wine is worth 58,000?"

Now it was my aunt's turn to be shocked.

Fifty-eight thousand for a bottle of wine?

What kind of family conditions does this require!

There is a mine at home!

Zhuang Zhou nodded and said:

"Yes! The old man said he would sell it to me cheaper and charged me fifty-eight thousand."

When my aunt heard this, she immediately said loudly:

"Xiao Zhuang! You must have met a liar. That old man is definitely a liar."

Zhang Fei's mouth twitched, and he said uncertainly:

"Sister, the liar you're talking about is probably our dad!"

Aunt: “???”