After being slapped by Fan Hua, Fan Zhiyuan was stunned on the spot. After a few seconds, he came to his senses and yelled at Fan Hua with red eyes: "Isn't what I said right? You are the ungrateful Chen Shimei..."
Fan Zhimao was also extremely disappointed with Fan Hua and expressed his support for his brother: "My brother is absolutely right, you are Chen Shimei. You only dare to take your anger out on the two of us. Would you be willing to hit the bastard born by your concubine?"
Xue Qian, with a bruised face, heard her son being called a bastard again, and immediately added fuel to the fire of Fan Hua, who was panting heavily, "Husband, if you don't drive them away today, I will take the children away, and you will never recognize us as mother and daughter again..."
Fan Hua felt very distressed when he saw Fan Zhixin still crying on the ground. However, seeing his two grown sons staring at him with bloodshot eyes, he was also a little scared and didn't dare to take action again.
He pointed at the two of them and said, "You two should leave quickly. This is not the place for you to stay..."
Fan Zhiyuan sneered and questioned, "Then let me ask Expert Fan, where should we two stay? Stay in our hometown and take care of my grandparents until they die, and then the two of us will fend for ourselves in that shabby house?"
Although Fan Zhiyuan's words were unpleasant to hear, they reflected their actual living conditions. Fan Hua originally didn't want to care about their lives anymore and only wanted to take advantage of their surplus value.
Now that Fan Zhiyuan had exposed his dark thoughts, Fan Hua felt extremely embarrassed. With a sullen face, he looked at his two sons, who had been abandoned by him. After taking two deep breaths, he suppressed his anger and asked, "What on earth do you want to do?"
Fan Zhiyuan said, "What do you think we should do? Seeing your youngest son living in a luxurious house, enjoying the life of a rich young master with everything provided for him, we two want to experience that, too. We're both your sons, so how can we justify such a huge disparity in treatment?"
Fan Hua argued, "How old is he? How old are you two? Do you still expect me to support you?"
Fan Zhimao said: "When we were his age, we didn't have such a good life. My mother worked and took care of us at home, while you were living a carefree life outside..."
Fan Zhiyuan continued, "Why shouldn't we let you raise us? You and my grandparents have been the ones who've kept us tied down at home like housemaids for years, and what's the result? Besides not starving to death, what have we gained?"
Shouldn't you give us some compensation for our efforts over the years? Even if we hire a nanny who costs several thousand yuan a month to take care of two elderly people, the price will be over ten thousand yuan."
Fan Hua realized that his two sons came here today just to ask him for money.
He originally thought that since they were new to the world, he could just give them some money and send them away quickly. But the two brothers turned out to be very greedy and asked for 10 million.
They offered this amount because Sun Xiaohao said Fan Hua's house alone was worth 20 million. Add to that the luxurious furnishings at home and the two luxury cars. He must have houses elsewhere and plenty of bank balances.
So, ten million for the two of them is not a lot at all.
Fan Hua had originally only planned to give them a few hundred thousand or so, but this figure immediately made Fan Hua laugh: "Ten million? Do you know what ten million means? Ten million can buy more than a dozen houses as big as the ones we live in back home."
The two brothers knew that housing prices in Beijing were expensive, but they were still shocked after hearing Fan Hua's conversion.
But they weren't prepared to compromise with Fan Hua. Fan Zhimao asked, "How much money are you going to give us? We have no house, no money, no job, and we can't even find a wife. How can you, a great expert, be so proud?"
Looking at the attitude of his two sons, Fan Hua knew that they would not leave easily unless they got some benefits.
To be honest, Fan Hua hadn't really thought about the issue of his two sons getting married. After all, they might die of illness in a few years, so there was no need to waste extra money on them.
Now that Fan Zhimao had mentioned this, Fan Hua's face turned pale. He also admitted that what Fan Zhimao said made some sense.
He thought for a moment and said, "How about this? I'll give you two brothers 500,000 each, but you have to promise not to come here again and go back home!"
Xue Qian was not willing to let Fan Hua give the money away easily, because it would all be left to her son in the future.
She said anxiously, "Hubby! That's not 10,000 or 20,000, it's 1 million. Where can we get that much money?"
Originally, the brothers Fan Zhiyuan and Fan Zhimao had softened their attitudes a bit and were ready to negotiate with Fan Hua. However, after being stimulated by Xue Qian, their attitudes hardened again.
"Either you give us ten million, or you give this house to us, no negotiation. The money was earned by you alone, and we are both your sons. You don't want to leave everything to your youngest son, do you? We won't agree!" Fan Zhiyuan said angrily.
Fan Zhimao responded, "You should think carefully about how you got your current fame and status. If you don't care about us, we will make a big fuss and ruin your reputation. After all, we barefoot people are not afraid of those who wear shoes!"
Fan Hua was really in a dilemma. Thinking that the two brothers were easy to please in the past, he softened his heart and started to play the emotional card.
"Xiao Yuan, Xiao Mao, Dad knows I've really owed you all these years. This is my negligence, but it's hard for me. I finally saved up enough money to buy this house so that I can go to work and your brother can go to school more conveniently.
I really don't have much money. How about this, I'll transfer the house in my hometown to your names later, what do you think?"
That house back home? It was over a hundred square meters, but Fan Hua had just said that ten million yuan could buy a dozen houses like that. That meant the house was only worth seventy or eighty thousand yuan now. That was a significant drop from the amount he had just promised.
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