Chapter 47
The expressions on the faces of the three Mao family members put together are like a vivid yet extremely comical world-famous painting.
On one side were Mao Dayong and his son, their expressions filled with delight; on the other side were the other two families, their faces ashen and their expressions displeased—a stark contrast indeed.
"No way!" Uncle Mao was the first to object. He said with a stern face, "This is my father's inheritance. Everyone in our family has the right to know where it is hidden. How can we only tell my eldest brother and the others?"
Mao Dayong retorted, "The master isn't a lawyer or a policeman. Who she wants to tell the news to, does she need to ask us?"
Uncle Mao was furious: "You!"
However, Mao Xiaogu was quick-witted. She thought of Xu Gui's "adding money" and her eyes lit up. She smiled and said, "It's our fault. Master has worked so hard to help us, and we haven't even offered him a cup of tea... How about this, I'll give Master five thousand yuan. It's not much, just consider it as payment for your tea. Please have a cup of tea with Master."
Uncle Mao wasn't really stupid. He immediately realized what was going on and hurriedly said, "That's right, if Mao Tai'an is giving money, then we should give money too!"
He stared intently at Xu Gui and said in a very generous manner, "Master, how much do you want?"
Xu Gui didn't say anything, but silently showed her payment QR code. The Mao family members were unsure what to think when they saw her skillfully take out the QR code, but their expressions were all rather complicated.
—Isn't it a bit too down-to-earth for a "master" to carry a QR code for receiving payments with him/her?
However, no matter how down-to-earth this master is, their last hope of finding the inheritance now rests on him. So, although the Mao family had their doubts, they still scanned Xu Gui's QR code to receive payment.
Xu Gui had the payment notification sound on. The phone would automatically announce the amount received, so after Mao Xiaogu transferred the money, she could clearly hear the announcement, "You have received 10,000 yuan."
Aunt Mao: "..." The smile and peace that had been on her face ever since she walked into Mao Dayong's house finally cracked at this moment.
Uncle Mao looked at his younger sister and said sarcastically, "Little sister, didn't you say you'd give the master five thousand for tea? Why did you give him ten thousand?"
Aunt Mao had calmed down and smiled, "I just thought that the master must have worked so hard. She must have been exhausted from divining where Dad's inheritance is, so I thought I'd give her a little more."
Xu Gui: "...cough cough cough, that's right, it really does take a toll on one's vitality!" She said very seriously.
only……
[Hesitant to speak, then hesitant again, Xu Gui, isn't your acting a little too fake? Anyone can tell you're acting!]
Oh no! I'm already worried about what will happen to my daughter's acting career. With acting skills like that, won't she get criticized?
[Who said my daughter's acting is bad? What do you know? This clearly means my daughter has a lot of room for improvement in her acting skills. Every time she acts, it's an improvement, isn't that great?]
I naively thought you were genuinely speaking up for her; you haven't even considered letting her off the hook.
[But even though my wife's acting is terrible, she's still adorable!!]
So, after watching teenage girls call Xu Gui "daughter," now I'm going to watch them call him "wife"? This world has truly gone mad!
[Crazy Bro, you're still here?! I thought you left a long time ago. That's right! I'm now a die-hard fan of Xu Gui!]
[...]
...
The noise from the live chat did not affect reality.
Following Aunt Mao, Uncle Mao transferred 20,000 yuan directly to Xu Gui. When the announcement of receiving 20,000 yuan came on, Aunt Mao's smile faded, while Uncle Mao looked smug.
As for Mao's father... Mao's father secretly asked his son.
"Dayong, how much money did you give the master?"
Mao Dayong: "...five hundred."
Mr. Mao: "How much?!" He thought he might have misheard, mistaking 50,000 for 500.
Mao Dayong looked guilty, glanced around, and repeated in a low voice, "Five hundred."
When he saw the look on Mao's father's face, he panicked and whispered, "It was the master himself who said it, five hundred per session, that's the market price! Second Uncle and Aunt are the ones disrupting the market!"
He said this aloud, but he was feeling uneasy inside. His voice grew softer and softer until he finally asked, "Dad, what do we do now?"
Mao's father: "Don't call me Dad, you are my Dad."
Mao Dayong: QAQ, he felt wronged.
Mr. Mao took a breath, moved closer to Xu Gui, and watched as Xu Gui happily put away his phone. He said in a low voice, "My son was ignorant before. I'll give you some more money."
Because he didn't want the other two families to know what foolish thing his son had done, he spoke in a low voice and looked very furtive. His demeanor immediately put the other two families on alert.
"Big brother, what were you talking about with the master?" Aunt Mao asked with a smile.
Mr. Mao, with a stern face, said: "What's it to you?"
Uncle Mao snorted, "It concerns Dad's inheritance. You are Dad's son, and I am Dad's son too. How can it not concern me? Don't even think about secretly asking the master to inform on you!"
When Mao's father heard this, he was furious, but he was too embarrassed to say anything about the stupid thing his son had done, so he could only keep his anger to himself.
Fortunately, at this moment, Xu Gui mercifully said, "Since all three of you have given money, then of course I will tell each of you about the old man's inheritance. Now, I will tell you where the old man's inheritance is."
Upon hearing this, the three families who had been glaring at each other immediately stopped and turned to look at Xu Gui with intense interest. The viewers in Xu Gui's live stream also stopped posting comments. After all, according to the Mao family, this was a hundred-pound gold heirloom. Who wouldn't want to see it?
Under everyone's gaze, Xu Gui remained calm and composed. She gently patted the shell of the large tortoise at her feet and smiled, "Then I'll leave it to you."
The old turtle raised its neck slightly, as if in response to her. Its heavy body turned towards the pond, and then gently slid into it. Its heavy body landed in the water without even making a splash.
This scene made the old tortoise seem full of intelligence, and the Mao family members were almost dumbfounded - they had never seen the old tortoise so human-like before. In the past, it was a "coward" in the literal sense, and they couldn't be bothered to pay attention to it.
But now, why does it move as soon as the master speaks? Could it be that the master can actually communicate with the tortoise?
"...Wait a minute." Aunt Mao's eyes twitched. She looked at Xu Gui, her face stiff, and asked, "Master, weren't you going to help us find my father's inheritance? What are you doing now?"
Why did they let the turtle go into the water? It's impossible that her father's inheritance is in this pond, is it?
But how could that be? You have to understand that the pond is very small, only about the size of a palm. It's impossible for it to hold a hundred pounds of gold. Besides, his father couldn't have buried the gold here quietly. That's why they didn't even consider this pond when they were looking for the inheritance.
But now, the master looks like he's about to search in this pond... Mao Xiaogu didn't want to think about the reason for this action.
Unfortunately, she didn't want to think about it, but Xu Gui directly shattered her illusions.
Xu Gui looked at her and said, "I'm looking for your grandfather's inheritance."
Her bad premonition came true, and Mao Xiaogu closed her eyes in resignation.
Uncle Mao was a little taken aback and subconsciously asked, "Then how do we look for it in the pond?" After saying that, he seemed to realize something was wrong and suddenly fell silent.
Many people present realized the meaning behind Xu Gui's words, and the atmosphere suddenly became suffocating and silent.
No one spoke, and no one dared to speak. They had searched for the old man's inheritance for so many years, and had put in so much effort and sweat. So, no one could accept that in the end, it would all be for nothing.
Perhaps they were wrong... Everyone clung to their last glimmer of hope.
Just then, accompanied by the splashing sound of the pond water, the old turtle that had submerged itself crawled out of the water. Its movements were slow and labored, and only after it emerged did everyone see that it was holding something in its mouth.
Xu Gui reached out and took the thing out of the old turtle's mouth, and everyone's eyes naturally fell on Xu Gui.
“Here, this is the inheritance you wanted,” Xu Gui said.
Mao's family: "..."
At that moment, their hearts died.
"Don't be fooled, everyone!" Uncle Mao suddenly shouted, glaring at Xu Gui with a venomous look in his eyes. "I think this person is a dead fraud. I thought she was untrustworthy before. How could someone so young really be a master? Now it seems she really is just here to swindle money."
He scoffed, "Do you know who my father is? How could he have left behind so little?"
The others remained silent, simply staring at Xu Gui with somewhat serious expressions.
Xu Gui wasn't angry at being scolded. She just looked at Mr. Mao and asked, "Mr. Mao, don't you want to see what's inside? This was specially left for you by Old Master Mao."
Mao's father's eyes flickered for a moment, then he reached out and silently took the item from Xu Gui's hand. The eyes of everyone else present couldn't help but fall on his hand.
Mr. Mao took a breath, as if he had mentally prepared himself, and deftly disassembled the thing.
Presumably to prevent water from getting in, the thing was wrapped in a thick layer of oil paper, and inside the oil paper were several plastic bags. Only after opening each layer did you see the innermost tin box, which was a tin box for butter cookies.
The cookie box was opened, and the contents immediately came into view.
Mao Dayong leaned closer to take a look, his expression gradually turning puzzled: "What are all these things?"
There were two medal-like objects and a large red cover, which looked like some kind of certificate. On the cover of the certificate, four large characters were written: "[Donation Certificate]".
[Wow, those two medals look like military medals!! And if I'm not mistaken, they're first-class. But wasn't Mao's patriarch supposed to be a bandit? How did he get these?]
What are those donated books? I saw the words "National Museum" on them.
[My curiosity is really piqued, brother! Quick, open it and see what Grandpa Mao donated!]
I have a feeling that this old man from the Mao family is probably a man of great hidden talent.
...
Mr. Mao looked through the contents of the iron box. Besides the two medals and the donation certificate, there was also a letter.
Mr. Mao, his face grim, quickly opened the letter. The first thing he saw was a large line of text: "[You three little brats, are you going crazy looking for your old man's inheritance?]"
【Although I don't know how long it will take you to find this letter, I can tell you for sure that I didn't leave any inheritance!】
[Haha, are you trying to get so angry you'll die?]
Serves you right! Who told you to be so disrespectful to your father? You never expected to be outsmarted by your father in the end, did you? Hahaha!
As expected of a bandit, Old Master Mao's letter is filled with the word "I" and exudes smugness and arrogance, making one imagine him laughing wildly.
Mr. Mao's face turned ashen. He gripped the letter so tightly that his knuckles turned slightly white from the force, making one worry that he might go berserk in the next second.
Looking at her father's expression, Aunt Mao couldn't help but ask, "What did the letter say?"
After asking the question, without waiting for Mr. Mao's answer, she snatched the letter and read it quickly. After reading it, another person's face turned ashen. Suddenly, Aunt Mao thought of something and looked up sharply at the donation certificate in the tin box.
The next second, she threw away the letter in her hand, then picked up the donation certificate and began to look through it. The more she looked, the uglier her face became, turning ashen.
Standing nearby, Uncle Mao picked up the letter that Aunt Mao had tossed aside and muttered, "What exactly did the letter say?"
Then, another person with a livid face appeared. All three siblings had livid faces, and their identical expressions made it impossible to doubt their blood relationship.
At this moment, after reading the donation certificate, Mao Xiaogu's expression was one of utter horror, her eyes wide with rage.
"How could Dad do this?" Her hands trembled as she held the certificate, clearly overwhelmed with emotion. "How could he donate everything? So much gold and silver, and he just donated it all... Did he even think about us, his children?!"
By the end, Mao Xiaogu was practically roaring, her expression bordering on madness.
Before Mao's father and second uncle could even see what was written on the certificate, they heard what Mao's aunt said and their hearts skipped a beat. They quickly snatched the certificate away, and after they finished reading its contents, their expressions became even more unpleasant.
"How could Dad do this?" Uncle Mao angrily smashed everything in his hands on the ground.
Clang!
Although it was wrapped in oil paper, it was still soaked with moisture, and some rusty biscuit boxes fell to the ground, their contents flying everywhere. Two first-class merit medals were scattered haphazardly, and the certificate was also smashed to the ground.
Xu Gui walked over, picked up the certificate, and opened it. It read: "...Comrade Mao Taiping donated 800 jin of gold, and a number of antiques and paintings... valued at approximately 2.5 billion..."
The camera focused on the "250 million" figure on the tree branch, and even the cameraman couldn't help but gasp. He finally understood why the three Mao siblings reacted so strongly after seeing the donation certificate.
Two and a half billion! That's not twenty-five yuan, or two thousand five or twenty-five thousand, but wealth in the hundreds of millions! Yet, this enormous sum of money was directly donated by the old man in the family, and the recipient was the country.
The main thing is that this old man not only donated the money, but also left behind a certificate as a "last item". This is simply killing someone by destroying their spirit, and it's destroying the spirit of his own child. No matter who sees this, they will probably say: the old man's methods are really ruthless!
"Twenty-five billion?! Twenty-five billion!! He donated it all, leaving us nothing!" Uncle Mao was practically going crazy. "Why? Why would he do that?"
Aunt Mao gritted her teeth and said, "Dad, you're so cruel! You really are cruel!"
Mao's father, his eyes red with anger, exclaimed, "Ha! The legacy Mao Taiping left behind is this kind of thing? He did it on purpose, deliberately leaving these things for us to see, just so we'd regret it!!"
What should they regret? They should regret that the three siblings didn't support him and abandoned him in a dilapidated temple, leaving him to fend for himself. This is exactly what he wanted to see.
"That old bastard! We should have just left him to fend for himself after we dumped him in that ruined temple. Let him die there!" Uncle Mao was already short-tempered, and now he was even more furious. He kept spitting out curses, and the filth he used was so vulgar that it was hard to believe that he was insulting his own father.
The viewers in the live chat finally realized what had happened:
So, was Mao Zedong's patriarch really that wealthy back then? But he donated all his money to the country? Leaving not a single penny for his descendants?
[To clarify, he wasn't just very rich, he was incredibly, incredibly rich. The donation certificate listed over 800 kilograms of gold, along with countless antiques and paintings. The value of that is practically immeasurable, far exceeding 2.5 billion.]
[Two billion... No wonder the Mao family went crazy. They almost had this huge sum of money, but now they have nothing. This is worse than death for them.]
[So this old man is really ruthless. No wonder he used to be a bandit. He's completely different from those old people who talk about being ruthless but can't actually be ruthless to their children.]
They may not say they're ruthless, but their actions are ruthless in every way.
With 2.5 billion in assets, even a small portion would have been enough for the Mao family to live comfortably. But he insisted on donating it all. How much must he have hated his three children?
The younger generation of the Mao family were still somewhat bewildered.
"What does this mean?" Mao Dayong asked, bewildered. "Grandpa's inheritance is gone?"
Kong Huimin's expression wasn't much better than her mother's. Hearing Mao Dayong's words, she said irritably, "Didn't you hear? Your grandfather and my maternal grandfather donated the entire inheritance! How could they be so ruthless? So much money, and they really didn't leave us a single bit?"
Two and a half billion! Even if he had only left them one hundred million, each of the three families would have received tens of millions. But now, it's all gone, everything is gone!
"That old bastard!" Uncle Mao was still cursing, veins bulging on his neck, making him look like he was having a manic episode.
The others, while not as exaggerated as him, clearly harbored resentment towards Old Master Mao and were furious, verbally attacking and criticizing his actions.
As for the two medals they had thrown on the ground, no one cared until a hand reached out and picked them up.
As a non-human Xuan Turtle, Xu Gui didn't really understand what this small medal represented, but she vaguely sensed the special weight it contained.
She held it in her hand, and through the two medals, she seemed to see the glorious years of Chairman Mao, those times of gunfire and bullets.
Listening to the insults from the Mao family, she said calmly, "Wasn't it you who went too far first?"
Her voice wasn't loud, but it seemed to have a penetrating power, clearly penetrating everyone's ears. Her clear and crisp voice was enough to calm anyone's feverish mind.
Uncle Mao glared at Xu Gui with hostility. "What did you say?"
Xu Gui stood up. She was actually not as tall as Uncle Mao. Uncle Mao was about 1.8 meters tall, but she was only 1.72 meters tall, half a head shorter than him. However, Xu Gui's aura was not weak at all, and she even seemed to overpower Uncle Mao.
She spoke, her chin slightly raised, and said, "Back then, wasn't it you who disregarded blood ties, father-son and father-daughter relationships, and abandoned the seriously ill old man in the dilapidated temple, leaving him to fend for himself?"
"If your grandfather hadn't taken out gold and shown you the benefits, would you have brought him back to take good care of him?"
Xu Gui chuckled and said, "The answer is: no. Your filial piety and status as dutiful sons and grandsons are predicated on the possibility of profiting from your patriarch, aren't they?"
Uncle Mao was furious: "What does our family business have to do with you, an outsider? Who do you think you are, daring to talk back like that! If you dare say another word, I'll beat you to death!"
He raised his fist, the threat was obvious, and his burly figure looked very fierce.
"I'm just stating a fact!" Xu Gui said calmly, his gaze towards Uncle Mao also calm.
In response to Uncle Mao's threat, she simply looked him up and down and then said, "Besides, I don't think you can hurt me."
Uncle Mao was already furious, and hearing her words only added fuel to the fire. He immediately rolled up his sleeves and strode towards Xu Gui: "Then let's see if I can hurt you or not!"
Mao Dayong snapped out of his daze and instinctively tried to stop him: "Hey, Second Uncle..."
However, before he could move, he saw Uncle Mao, who was looking fierce, suddenly stumble and fall forward. But out of self-preservation instinct, he swayed and tried to stand up, staggering forward.
thump!
With a huge splash of water, Uncle Mao fell headfirst into the pond in the corner.
The splashed water landed on the old turtle next to it. The turtle shook its head and then retracted its head into its shell, trying to avoid seeing it.
Xu Gui chuckled and said, "See? I told you, I didn't think you could hurt me..."
To others, her words carried a chilling and terrifying connotation, as if she had foreseen Uncle Mao's fate all along.
None of the Mao family members dared to stare directly at Xu Gui. Their gazes were furtive and furtive, almost like they were stealing something. Now, even if they had any doubts in their hearts, they didn't dare to show them like Uncle Mao the Second. Aunt Mao even curled her lips when she saw Uncle Mao the Second looking disheveled.
idiot!
This is how she thought of her second brother.
After all, knowing that this "master" was quite extraordinary, he still lost his mind and wanted to beat him up without considering his own strength. So, he deserved the result.
Xu Gui put the merit points back into the smashed cookie box, along with the wet letter, and finally handed the cookie box to Mao Dayong.
Mao Dayong was somewhat flattered. Xu Gui said, "These are your grandfather's belongings. Take good care of them... Although you don't have the gold inheritance you want, the value of these things he left behind should be no less than the gold you want."
Mao Dayong stared at her blankly, clearly not feeling the "weight" of the thing, but his fingers unconsciously tightened around the cookie box.
"Master, please wait!" Aunt Mao suddenly spoke up, stopping Xu Gui. She said, "I want to ask, is this the only thing my father left behind? What about the others? Did he really leave nothing else?"
Aunt Mao still seemed unwilling to give up. She gritted her teeth and said, "I don't think my dad would be so cruel to us."
Xu Gui looked at her and said, "Of course he wasn't that heartless towards you..."
Seeing the sudden look of surprise on Mao Xiaogu's face, Xu Gui pointed out a point: "Otherwise, how could Mr. Mao work at the tobacco bureau? And how could you, Ms. Mao, work in a government office?"
"As for the one who fell into the pond, it's even less likely that he'll have his current job."
Xu Gui smiled enigmatically: "You don't actually think that you got your jobs through your own abilities, do you?"
The Mao family was surprised, and the three siblings, especially the father and sister, were shocked. Clearly, they had always believed that their jobs were earned through their own abilities, which Xu Gui found somewhat amusing.
She asked, "Don't people in your family know their own limitations?"
Mao's family: "..."
Xu Gui concluded: "Clearly, what your grandfather left you is already more than enough..."
It was more than Mao Dayong and his colleagues had imagined.
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