The host also felt that it would be better to have a follow-up: "Okay, Brother Zhou, let's stop here for today. Call us again when the old lady wakes up. My uncle always sees things through to the end."

"Then what we said today can't be changed, right?" Zhou Changshun was still worried.

The host said, "Whether it changes or not depends on both of you. Asking him won't help."

"The old man is a man of his word, a true gentleman of Beijing. He's a man of his word. If he were to change his mind, he wouldn't have made that promise in front of all of us watching on TV today." The host flattered the old man, making sure he couldn't go back on his word.

"Don't worry, there are plenty of people who can vouch for you when it airs on TV. I won't go back on my word," Old Man Guan snorted, his face twitching again.

"My grandpa needs to go back to rest," Xiaoyu said, pushing the old man away from the hospital.

The host and photographer were about to leave, and Zhou Changshun hurried to see them off. As the host was getting into the car, Zhou Changshun pulled the host aside and stuffed a thick paper bag into his hand.

The host squeezed the package, then discreetly stuffed it into his pocket, his smile becoming much more genuine. "Brother Zhou, call me again when the old lady wakes up, and I'll come over to record a follow-up."

"Okay, then I'll trouble you to make another trip. My brain isn't working too well right now, so could you spare some time to help me analyze whether there's anything fishy about this notarization?" Zhou Changshun asked.

The host is a shrewd person. He has been in contact with these kinds of family matters for many years, and he can tell exactly what everyone is planning.

Zhou Changshun took out a cigarette and lit it for the host. The host took a drag and looked around.

"That old man and that girl are both quite something. Could it be that the property isn't in their names? I'm just guessing." Having taken the money, the host had to offer a few words of advice. After saying this, the host got into the car and waved goodbye to Zhou Changshun.

Zhou Changshun squinted. If that was the case, then everything made sense. The old man had agreed so readily because he was after his property.

If the house isn't registered under the old man's or the girl's names, then it must be under Li Mancang's name. He needs to find out when the house was transferred.

Old Man Guan and Xiaoyu arrived home, where everyone was waiting. Sanbao excitedly recounted what had happened: he had gone out and saved his reputation, his money, and almost managed to swindle half a house.

"Sigh, I agreed too readily and got a little too hasty. That wolf cub is suspicious now. Brother, give me some advice. I want that house." Old Guan lay on the sofa, feeling upset that he hadn't managed to swindle even half a house.

The old man took a puff of his empty pipe. "Even if you're not in a hurry, he'll start to wonder, who would give half their fortune to someone who wants to kill them? They must have blown their brains out of their head!"

Old Man Guan… “He got off too easy. If it were notarized and there’s an IOU, his whole family would be begging. It’s really unfair. Why don’t we just burn his house down?”

The old man glared at the old man and said, "He lives in a tenement building. If you set fire to his house, won't others suffer too? Don't do anything bad. You've harmed an old lady and even made her owe you hundreds of thousands of yuan. You're not at a loss."

"Brother, I really want that house. Please help me, or I won't be able to close my eyes in peace when I die," Old Man Guan said pitifully to the old man.

The old man... it was because of this death that he agreed to adopt Xiaoyu.