After all, the youngest son is a big spender, and he's currently unhappy with his job, so he probably doesn't have much money left. That's why he's thinking of coming back to continue exploiting others.
As for his last few words, Zhao Youcai treated them as nothing.
This ungrateful wretch has no idea how much money his father makes selling vegetables in town. He probably thinks that making a few dollars or cents selling a few radishes and cabbages is nothing special.
As for selling the fabric, Zhao Jianfei knew about it, but he assumed that Zhao Youcai was just helping the textile factory sell fabric and would only get a small fee for his hard work. He probably wouldn't be interested in the small amount of income his family could earn.
Only someone with that ability could utter such outrageous words.
Having figured things out, Zhao Youcai walked to the door with his hands behind his back.
He first glanced at the villagers who were watching the commotion, which frightened them into thinking that Zhao Youcai was keeping a small account and might not include them in the business dealings with the farm.
They were so scared that they all made excuses to run away, either saying the food in the pot was about to burn or that they had forgotten to feed the chickens.
Even more outrageous claims include that they forgot to discipline their child today and need to go back to do it.
Soon the villagers had all left, and Zhao Youcai then turned his attention to Zhao Jianfei.
"Is it my fault, your father? Did I tell you to stay up all night and walk past someone's house? Did I instruct your boss to treat you badly and bully you?"
"Zhao Jianfei, Zhao Jianfei, don't you even realize how serious your problems are?"
Zhao Jianfei, who had been so confident and composed when questioned, couldn't help but feel guilty. But he still stubbornly tried to argue with his father.
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