The host nodded, "Indeed, after so many years together, their assets should be jointly owned."
Zhou Changshun argued, "I was there to care for you in your old age and see you off in your final days; your estate should rightfully be mine."
"Then we'll have to wait until you've seen me off on my deathbed before we discuss my estate. Isn't that the right thing to do, host?" Old Man Guan sneered inwardly. You might not even outlive me.
“Yes, the old man is right,” the host agreed.
Zhou Changshun took a deep breath. "You can't take care of my mother, so I'm definitely going to take her away this time. As for how well she'll recover and whether she can still live with you, I can't be sure. What you said is right. You can have half of my mother's assets, and you can have half of mine. My mother's savings aren't even enough to cover her hospital fees, so she can't give you any more. She doesn't have any other assets."
Old Guan said slowly, "The apartment building you live in, is it your mother's? I think it was allocated by your mother's work unit. Just give me half of that apartment."
Zhou Changshun bit his cheek. "That house was divided between my dad and mom together. My dad owns half of it, so I can't give it to you."
Old Guan shrugged at the host, "There's no need to talk, is there? I'm going back now, my leg hurts too much."
The host said, "Brother Zhou, if you put it that way, isn't it the same principle with the old man's things? You can't just want the old man's things and also want to keep your own."
Zhou Changshun retorted, "A woman marries a man for food and clothing; I've never heard of any man wanting to take a share of his wife's property."
"I've never heard of a stepson taking half of his stepfather's property," Old Man Guan sneered.
“Brother Zhou, your situation is special. You are not related by blood. The old man is right. If you’re going to divide the property, then divide it all. If you’re not going to divide it, then don’t divide it at all. The old couple can live their own lives from now on.” The host is a master of mediation.
Zhou Changshun thought about Old Man Guan's big house and big yard, gritted his teeth and said, "Fine, then let's divide the property equally."
Old Guan grinned, thinking, "This trip was totally worth it; I even got half a house for free."
Host: "Then why don't you two write up an agreement? I'll be your witness."
"It would be best to have it notarized so that it has legal effect," Xiaoyu said.
"That's right, it's best to have it notarized, so that if anyone goes back on their word later, it won't be difficult to explain," the host thought the suggestion was excellent.
"The old man's property has been transferred to Xiaoyu, and he doesn't own anything. Aren't you guys playing me for a fool?" Zhou Changshun immediately realized the key point: the old man doesn't own anything, so if it's notarized, won't he get his share of the house?
The host looked at Old Man Guan and said, "Grandpa, if you're going to divide things, you should divide them clearly. You can't keep things to yourself. It hasn't been easy for Grandma to live with you all these years."
Old Guan... he's not having an easy time. They're plotting to kill him every day. How could it be easy?
"Today is the Lantern Festival. All the assets I transferred to Xiaoyu's name before today can be divided equally between my wife and me, okay?" Old Man Guan said generously.
The onlookers were about to have a heart attack. This old man was completely stupid. If you don't give it, who can do anything to you? You're crippled now, and you'll have to rely on your granddaughter in the future. There's also the famine, and half of the house will have to be given away. It's really bad luck to be his descendant.
"The old man is magnanimous, possessing the spirit of a true Beijing gentleman," the host praised.
Old Man Guan raised his chin, saying, "What else is there to say? He's a true Beijing local."
Zhou Changshun was still a little suspicious. Was the old man being pressured today? He agreed so readily.
The host then looked at Xiaoyu and asked, "Girl, do you agree?"
"Girl, don't agree. Once it's in your pocket, it's yours. Why should you share it?" the onlookers immediately said.
“You still have so much famine to worry about, and you still have to support this old man. Your adoptive parents have supported you all these years, and you have to repay them. There are so many places where you need money. Don’t listen to the old man. That dead old man only cares about the old lady and what he does in his crotch. He doesn’t think about you at all.”
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