The problem is that the government has never actually bullied Master Cai.
He also saw that the promising children in the clan had been severely mistreated by his elder brother, so he took the initiative to compensate them with the property.
But when Master Huang nodded, Cai Mingli assumed that his uncle agreed with his point of view, which was the best start. The uncle and nephew joined forces to sue the government again and get the whole street back.
Of the old men, the one he disliked the most was the one who spoke harshly and openly blamed his parents. Just then, Nie Zhao and his wife stood up to offer a toast, and of course he had to drink with them as well, since he was a guest. After that, he stood up and toasted everyone one by one. When he came to the dark-skinned old man, they leaned their heads together, and he suddenly said, "Stop dreaming."
Master Cai was taken aback. Cai Mingli, still speaking in a low voice, said, "All the real estate has nothing to do with you."
Master Cai was very excited when his nephew suddenly came back.
He was deeply saddened to hear that his elder brother and sister-in-law were not doing well and were ill.
If it weren't for a subtle twist of fate, he would be almost sixty years old, and after settling several sects in, he would have handed over the rest—the courtyard where he currently lives, as well as the cultural relics and so on—to his nephew.
But what was the nephew's attitude?
He didn't offer a single apology for the trouble his parents' passing caused for the future of a generation of his clan. How can someone who is a father be respected in public but secretly trampled on in private be considered to have any manners or cultivation?
All he talks about is taking over the property. Once he closes his eyes, won't he have to kick everyone on that street out?
People who practice martial arts may appear more gentle and quiet than ordinary people, but this is not because they are weak-willed.
On the contrary, they have bigger tempers than ordinary people, and of course they are more decisive and efficient in doing things.
So he slammed his hand on the table and said, "Young man, I have to give you a piece of advice: pay less attention to the Cai family's properties, because that entire street has been donated to the government."
Cai Mingli was also stunned, looking at Master Huang: "Uncle, no way, you really donated the whole street?"
Master Huang knew this, but he shook his head and said, "Not yet."
Actually, donating was a last resort because there was no one to inherit it. If there is a nephew, anyone would consider leaving something for the child. So Master Huang said to Master Cai, "Donating everything is something that needs to be carefully considered."
Cai Mingli admitted his mistake, but fundamentally he had sided with the wrong powerful figure and flattered the wrong person.
He looked at Master Cai, but didn't say anything, only sneered, his eyes seeming to say: Let's see how I deal with you now.
But how could Master Cai tolerate being taken advantage of twice by a young man at a dinner party that was only halfway through? He downed his glass of wine in one gulp and said, "I've thought it over carefully. I'll donate it all tomorrow!"
Master Huang didn't want to get involved in any trouble, much less give others a reason to criticize him.
Seeing that Cai Mingli was still stunned, he said at the right time, "Young man, you have probably mistaken someone for someone else. That one is your uncle."
Nie Zhao was definitely doing this on purpose, because he hadn't said a word for a long time, but now he said, "I was wondering just now, Mingli, your surname is Cai, so how come you have an uncle with the surname Huang? So... this is also the first time you've met your uncle?"
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com