Peerless Genius System Chapter 310 - Clap

Chapter 310: Clap

Chapter 310

Hua Dexing was attired in a blue shirt with his hair neatly combed, and he looked an imposing man, with wrinkles at the corner of his eyes and streaks of white hair that told his age. His son, Hua Xiaorong, was dressed more casually, looking a little sloven, and he carried himself with the air of a playboy.

At the precise moment that Xiao Dexing mentioned the loan, Hua Heying stepped into the house, having just gotten back from the farm. She looked like she’d been working at the farm and even had some mud on her clothes.

“Brother Dexing, Xiaorong!”

Hua Heying greeted Hua Dexing and Hua Xiaorong warmly.

“Heying, why have you come back alone? Where’s Zhiyuan?” Hua Dexing asked.

“There’s a group of people working on the farm right now, he wants to be there to watch over them so that they do not cut corners. So I came back alone,” Hua Heying replied, smiling.

Hua Dexing chuckled and said, “Does he still hate me?”

“No, no, why should Zhiyuan hold a grudge against you?” Hua Heying responded.

“Haha, Aunty, you are so hypocritical. Uncle definitely hates my father for not lending him the money before. Did you say that he wants to be there and watch the workmen? It’s not like uncle knows anything about construction, I can guarantee you that even if they were cutting corners, uncle would not realize it,” Hua Xiaorong said. He then took a banana from the table, peeled it, and began devouring it in large bites.

Hua Heying glared at him. “What nonsense are you talking about, Xiaorong. Your uncle is just tied up at the moment.”

No matter how her husband had been treated before, the fact was that they were a family, and that wouldn’t change.

Hua Dexing stared at Hua Xiaorong and rebuked him, “Just keep quiet and munch on your banana. You’re almost 30, but you still talk without using your brain.” He turned to Hua Heying with a smile and said, “Heying, you and I are siblings, so I’ll just be direct with you. Actually, I’m here to borrow some money.”

“Borrow money?”

Hua Heying glanced at Xiao Luo, her expression changed as she asked, “How much do you wish to borrow?”

“Not much. Should be a drop in the bucket for Xiao Luo. Just 400 thousand dollars, that’s all,” Hua Dexing replied, taking a sip of his tea then grinning.

400 thousand dollars?

Hua Heying gulped and thought bitterly, if 400 thousand wasn’t considered much, then what was? He was making light of the loan.

Hua Dexing spoke casually and squinted his eyes a little, giving off a kindly look. “I got my sights on this second-hand house in the county, which I found through my connections. It sits in the north while facing south, and the balcony in the master bedroom faces a river. Its a 100-square-meter house and only costs 600 thousand dollars. I’ve already paid the 50-thousand-dollar deposit, and I have to pay off the balance within 3 days, so I’m just short of 400 thousand dollars.”

“Brother, this… 400 thousand dollars is a lot, we…” Hua Heying said with a troubled expression on her face.

“Is 400 thousand dollars a lot? I’ve already heard everything and that the leisure farm you’re setting up now involves a total investment of 8 million dollars. So, 400 thousand dollars is just an insignificant sum compared to that,” Hua Dexing interjected, slightly agitated, and not allowing Heying to complete what she was about to say.

“It is because we’ve already made an 8-million-dollar investment that it’ll be difficult for us to lend 400 thousand dollars now all in one go!” she responded.

Borrowing 400 thousand dollars, wasn’t this asking for too much? She knew that her son Xiao Luo was good for it, but why should he lend them his hard-earned money? It wasn’t like her son’s money grew on trees.

“Heying, by saying that, you’re making it like our relationship is meaningless. Remember, I’m your brother,” said Hua Dexing.

“You’re all my brothers, but some matters have to be dealt with separately, we can’t see things only from that perspective.” Hua Heying was adamant and stood her ground.

“Enough!”

Hua Dexing angrily waved his hand, and his expression changed in an instant. “I’m just going to ask you one question. Are you going to lend me the money or not? If I can’t pay off the remaining balance within three days, the 50-thousand-dollar deposit will be gone! So, are you really not going to help me with it?” he demanded.

“No!”

A firm answer came in reply–from Xiao Luo’s mouth. Putting down his teacup, Xiao Luo looked directly at Hua Dexing and said, “Uncle, you are welcome to visit us anytime. But if you wish to borrow money, please leave.”

Hua Dexing was startled as he didn’t expect Xiao Luo to be so resolute and to dare speak out.

He stared back with a sinister grin and said, “Xiao Luo, should this be the tone when you talk to your own uncle?”

Xiao Luo lifted his head again and snorted faintly. “My own uncle, you say? Do you remember how you treated my father back then when he came to you asking for help? He brought you a load of gifts, and you threw everything out and asked him to get out. I will never forget my father’s disappointment, and he even forced himself to smile while he looked at me. You say you’re my uncle, but when did you ever treat me like your nephew? And when did you ever treat my father as your brother-in-law? You can choose to not lend money, but why must you insult my father and destroy his dignity as a man?”

With these words, Hua Heying’s eyes turned red. Although she wasn’t present when it happened, from her man’s sullen expression after returning home, she could guess what had taken place. This incident had always haunted her, and the pain never left her heart.

Hua Dexing was infuriated, and showing his vindictive nature, he began laughing. “Did I say anything wrong? What good can possibly come from that farm of his? Gold won’t surface from that pool of mud, he’s just stupid, like those pigs he rears. Of all the things he can do, he insisted on doing that farming nonsense. It has been seven years, yet he’s still where he started. Has he made a name for himself? No, right?”

Ji Siying frowned and knitted her brows. The last thing she expected was that Xiao Luo’s own uncle could turn out to be such a lowly person.

“Outsiders have no right to comment on my father’s affairs,” Xiao Luo retorted.

“Since he tried to borrow money from me, I am qualified to speak.”

“Then there’s no need to talk further. Goodbye!” Xiao Luo said, gesturing toward the door.

Hua Xiaorong suddenly stood up, pointed his finger at Xiao Luo, and scowled, “Xiao Luo, you don’t even respect your own uncle, you d.a.m.ned disrespectful piece of sh*t. Who do you think you are!”

Xiao Luo glared at him and warned, “Put your finger away!”

Hua Xiaorong scoffed, “So what if I point at you? Do you think I don’t know about your story? All you ever did was to win the heart of this rich girl beside you. If not for her, you will be worth less than a pile of dung in my… arrgh!”

A horrible shriek filled the room. In the next instant, Hua Xiaorong was whimpering on the ground, holding his finger in pain, as beads of sweat streamed down his forehead.

Having seen it happen, Ji Siying was wide-eyed and in awe. In a split second, Xiao Luo’s hand shot out and snapped Hua Xiaorong’s offending index finger, before swiftly retracting. His actions were so fast that no one saw happen.

“Xiaorong!?”

Hua Dexing called out to his son, then looked up and glared at Xiao Luo. “What have you done?”

Xiao Luo grinned as if nothing had happened. “Oh, I don’t like people pointing their fingers and scolding at me. His finger is broken. If you bring him to the hospital in time, he’ll get better in about ten days, maybe half a month.”

“You!”

Hua Dexing helped Hua Xiaorong up, and they promptly left. Seething as he walked past by Hua Heying, he stopped and said, “What a great son you’ve brought up!”

Hua Heying remained silent. To have such a brother was bad enough, but to be caught between him and her son, she didn’t know how to react.

“Hold up, take these things away, we don’t need them.” Xiao Luo pointed at the wine and gifts on the table.

Hua Dexing turned his head around and eyeing Xiao Luo viciously, said, “That isn’t necessary, I’ll just treat it like I’ve given them to a dirty swine!”

“A dirty swine, huh?”

Xiao Luo smiled, then before Hua Dexing could even react, Xiao Luo was right in front of him, landing a searing slap on his uncle’s left cheek.

Thwack!

Hua Dexing stood in a state of shock before he suddenly slumped to the floor, fainting from the blow.

Hua Xiaorong was on the floor next to his father, sweating in terror, as he stared at Xiao Luo’s fierce bearing.