Li Mingzhu chuckled, "My goodness, this is a joint effort to evade taxes! Do you want your son-in-law to go to jail?"

"It's all your fault! You couldn't even persuade your own man to stop, I'll hit you..." Li Kefan raised his hand to hit him.

Li Mingzhu cried out in fright and quickly covered her head with her hands.

The slap stopped in mid-air; the old man, unable to bear not hitting his daughter, was furious, his face turning red with anger.

Li Mingzhu looked aggrieved. "As a wife, of course I should support my husband."

"You dare talk back?" The old man was furious and slapped him down.

Wang Peng grabbed his wrist and said with a smile, "Okay, calm down."

"Xiao Peng! You really are something." Li Kefan sighed helplessly.

"Dad, sign it," Wang Peng said. "Like I said before, you made me rich with your blood and sweat, and I will make you rich too."

He handed 1,000 yuan to Li Kefan and another 1,000 yuan to Du Lei.

I plan to send the remaining thousand to Lao Hong so he can sign the payslip and go to the tax bureau to pay his taxes.

Jinshui Street, the family compound of the cotton and linen factory in the provincial capital.

Hong Tianhe sat on the ground crying, while his two sons cursed at him. Neighbors were busy trying to break up the fight.

He lived in his two sons' homes in rotation. After living in his eldest son's home for two months, his eldest son and his wife took him to his second son's home.

The second son, however, closed the door and wouldn't let him in.

Because he is sick, his salary is only enough to buy medicine, and his son has to pay for his food, drink and other necessities.

So both sons were annoyed and didn't want to support him.

"Second brother, what do you mean? We agreed to stay at each family's house for two months, so why won't you let Dad in?"

“My wife just lost her job, and we have less income. We can’t afford to support someone who’s not working. You keep bragging about how filial you are, go ahead and support her.”

"Who the hell are you cursing?"

The two brothers started fighting, causing chaos. Hong Tian, ​​utterly despondent, got up and slammed his head against a telephone pole.