Daily Life in the Countryside After Being Reborn-Chapter 269 - 47: Floral Art Aristocrat – South Gate

Zhao Ah Mao was clear about his uncle’s circumstances, at least he thought he was before arriving.

The old man’s residence was indeed old, but it was well-located near the main urban area. Upon hearing the old man had died, he even found a buyer, a fixed price of five hundred and eighty thousand in hot cash, waiting to be collected. Now to be told not a penny could be obtained, this was even more of a pitfall than buying stocks.

"Bai Lao Si’s house was jointly named with his wife, Mei Xiang. Lao Si may be dead, but his wife sure isn’t," said a nameless old man with evident amusement.

"Not dead? How can that be? My uncle has been living alone for so many years. Who knows where that woman went off to die. According to the law, isn’t it said that being separated for more than three years is considered a divorce?" Zhao Ah Mao never met Mei Xiang and this was the first time he heard that the old man’s wife was still alive.

"You also know the law? That is quite unusual. That applies under the premise of a broken marital relationship. Until his last breath, Bai Lao Si never mentioned wanting a divorce, so we can only assume that Mei Xiang is still alive," the old man said, still smiling.

"What about the old man’s other money? I know over the years he has been selling some potted plants intermittently. The old man’s craftsmanship was not bad. His savings in the bank must be mine after all," Zhao Ah Mao really had a thick skin, shamelessly demanding money without any sense of decency.

"Money? As far as I know, Bai Lao Si hasn’t had any formal job in the past years, he changed his ways after separating from Mei Xiang earlier, and the good craftsmanship he had was also put on hold. Speaking of which, I need to settle two accounts with you. One is for hospital expenses, two months of Bai Lao Si’s stay. The first month he was in the intensive care unit, and the second month in a general ward, but a lot of imported medicine was used in the later stage, totaling thirty-eight thousand. There’s another matter, which you don’t know about, our company has lost quite a bit of money over the years to prevent his unique craftsmanship from being wasted."

The anonymous old man feigned a cough, gesturing towards an almost unnoticeable company sign in the corner of the door, "Five Gentlemen Flower Art Company has been providing him with a basic living allowance of three thousand a month. The initial agreement from our company when we hired him was for him to produce at least ten pots of approved potted plants a month, but in recent years, he repeatedly violated the contract, continuing to take our money without producing any potted plants. In total, he owes our company twenty-two years’ worth of salaries, which is seven hundred and ninety thousand. Calculating with the market interest rate, two percent interest compounded over twenty-two years, amounts to..." The old man drew out an abacus polished from use and began swiftly moving the beads.

"Old man, just because you say it, I should believe it? More than four hundred thousand? Even selling the old man wouldn’t fetch that much. Besides, the man is already dead. If you’re capable, chase him down under and claim it from him. Why babble to me? Just tell me, how much money can I actually get?" Zhao Ah Mao was fierce, smacking the desk loudly. frёewebnoѵēl.com

"Eh, go easy on it, everything here, like my old bones, is quite old. If you break anything with force, even selling your brat self wouldn’t cover the cost. Of course, I have to talk to you, young man. Spend some time reading more books, you and she are beneficiaries according to Bai Lao Si’s will. What does a beneficiary do? Aside from receiving inheritance, they also have to help pay off debts. The person may be dead, but you all are still young. Work hard for ten, eighteen, twenty years, and those debts... you’ll have to pay them back to me," the nameless old man said, crossing his legs casually, no one has ever been able to take advantage of him with Moso Bamboo.

"What? You’re saying I should help pay off the old man’s debts? Are you out of your mind? I don’t know that old man, what nonsense beneficiaries, not a penny to gain, yet stuck with hundreds of thousands in debts, I have absolutely no connection to him." Zhao Ah Mao patted his butt, ready to walk away.

"Hold on, don’t rush, I haven’t finished talking. You don’t want to be a beneficiary, huh? If you don’t want it, just sign here. Once you sign, I won’t bother you anymore, and take it up with the young lady instead," the old man pulled out a brush from the pen holder, and with a few swift strokes, wrote a "Waiver", then took out a red ink pad for Zhao Ah Mao to sign and press his handprint.

"All done, can I leave now?" Zhao Ah Mao, filled with annoyance, was eager to leave the quiet office decorated with bamboo.

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