"What kind of an uncle are you?!" The shopkeeper roared indignantly. He picked up the broom in the corner and wanted to chase Master Zhen away. "That Hong Changgui isn't a good person at all!"
"He's a gambler. Isn't he just a nephew from your wife's family?!"
"They're not here to talk about marriage at all. They're here to snatch our master and lady's family business!"
The more the shopkeeper spoke, the angrier he became. His old face turned red.
Master Zhen, who had almost been hit by the broom, took two steps back in a sorry state. A vein popped out on his forehead as he said arrogantly in a matter-of-fact tone, "Who's snatching the family business?"
"I'm the eldest son in the family. If the old man hadn't been biased and given the family business to Xu Xian and his youngest son… these would have been mine."
Looking around at the gold, silver, and jewelry, a greedy light flashed in Master Zhen's eyes.
