Upon hearing Old man Qian's words, Qian Sangui was so angry that he began to tremble, even the tuft of white whisker on his chin shook. He said angrily, "What a joke, our house has plenty of money, does Jinwa still need eighty percent of Old Wang's family's property?"
Old man Qian became displeased upon hearing this, his eyes bulging as he roared, with considerably more energy than his son, "Your money is Old Qian Family's money! It's Jinwa and Ming Wa's money! Could you take all the Qian family's fortune with you as Jinwa's dowry? Even if you give Jinwa a substantial dowry, Duo Duo, a thousand... no, two thousand, two thousand taels of silver, that's the most, isn't it?" He said, his heart bleeding at the mention of such a large sum, and he snorted coldly again, "This money, can it compare to eighty percent of the Wong family's property? I heard that the Wong family's foundation is very thick, with several tens of thousands of taels of silver."
