"Harry, how could you talk to us like that?! We're doing all this for your own good! How can you be so ungrateful? Really!" Yana glared at Harry, her voice sharp with anger.
"Oh? For my own good? Alright, I must have misunderstood. In that case, Aunt, how much do you earn per month as a packer? If it's more than what I make from writing books, I'd be happy to work for you."Harry looked at Yana with a calm, neither humble nor arrogant smile.
"The average salary in our factory is around four thousand dollars. During the apprenticeship period, we'll pay you two thousand, and once you become a regular employee, you'll get four thousand," Yana said confidently, though she conveniently left out how long the apprenticeship might last.
Considering Harry's notoriously stingy attitude toward Yana, it was likely the apprenticeship would stretch on indefinitely—perhaps half a year or more.
"Ah? So low... Well... That won't work. Even though I don't make much from writing books, I still earn over 25,000 a month in royalties. I thought my aunt was going to offer me a monthly salary of 30,000." Harry shook his head regretfully, feigning disappointment.
"Twenty Five Thousand? Pfft! ... Brother-in-law! You were useless before, but now you've lost all shame. Are you seriously bragging like this? Do we not know your character? Twenty Five Thousand! Are you dreaming?"
Ben sneered, looking at Harry with disbelief. He simply couldn't fathom that Harry would dare lie about something so easily verifiable. To him, Harry had clearly gone mad from poverty, living in a fantasy world fueled by his failed attempts at writing.
"Harry, it's fine if you lack ability. I used to think you were honest, but lying like this isn't right. We're family. If you lie to outsiders, some people might believe you. But don't we know your worth? Now, even your character seems questionable,"
Yana chimed in, speaking down to Harry in a condescending tone.
"Originally, we wanted to help you by letting you come to our factory to learn skills so you could have a bright future. But now it seems you're truly hopeless." Jace snorted disdainfully, glaring at Harry as he scolded him.
Harry watched the trio of relatives putting on their act, waiting patiently until they finished. Then, without a word, he pulled out his phone, opened the Online Wallet app, and said, "I also play with some stocks. I didn't make much this year—only about a million."
With that, he slammed his phone onto the table.
Ben glanced suspiciously at the screen and saw a string of numbers in Harry's account. His eyes widened in shock.
"Nine... Nine hundred thousand... NINE HUNDRED THOUSAND!!!"
"What?!!" Jace and Yana exclaimed in unison, leaning forward in disbelief as they stared at Harry's phone.
"It's really over 900,000! Our entire factory only makes 200,000 to 400,000 in profit after working ourselves to the bone all year..."
"How can it be so much? Is it really possible to earn this kind of money just by writing online articles and Stocks?!"
Seeing the balance in Harry's account, their attitudes shifted instantly—180 degrees.
"You didn't steal this screenshot from someone else, did you?" Ben grabbed the phone, exited the app, and reopened it multiple times to confirm. After verifying repeatedly, he slumped back onto the sofa, stunned into silence.
"Pfft!" Clara, who had been standing nearby, couldn't hold back her laughter any longer. She had anticipated this exact scenario and found immense satisfaction in watching her aunt's family being humiliated together.
It wasn't often the Mackerel family got to feel superior to the Jace family, so she discreetly gave Harry a thumbs-up and winked in admiration.
Wanda, still skeptical, walked over, picked up Harry's phone, and examined the balance herself. Her eyes widened in surprise as she stared at Harry, full of questions.
"Uncle and Aunt, I often read online articles. These days, lots of people enjoy reading books online. I tried writing a few chapters myself when I was in school, but my skills weren't great—I only earned a few hundreds in royalties. I never expected my brother-in-law to earn so much! With the income of 25,000, he must be one of the high ranking writers in the online literature world!"
Anya, standing nearby, gazed at Harry with admiration.
"Brother-in-law, can you teach me? My dream has always been to become a writer!"
"Harry, what kind of book did you write? Why didn't you tell us earlier? We thought you couldn't make any money and wanted to help you… Hehe… Why don't you teach our Ben some trade stock alongside you or teach him to write?"
Yana, blinded by the sight of money, immediately switched gears and began flattering Harry with an awkward smile.
"Writing requires talent. Not everyone can do it, no matter how hard they try. Ben only graduated from a technical secondary school. I doubt he's qualified to write a book with his education level..."
Hazel interjected sarcastically, emerging from the kitchen with a tray of dishes. His face radiated pride as he added, "I always said our child, Harry, has potential and will definitely succeed. Look at him now—he's a writer and trader! Soon enough, he'll become a famous author and celebrity. What does this little bit of money mean to him?"
Hazel felt triumphant today, basking in the glow of Harry's success. The sweetness in her heart surpassed even the taste of honey.
When Hazel saw her sister's family's new car earlier, she had felt a pang of envy. But when she heard them mocking and belittling her son-in-law, Harry, she felt even more disappointed in him, thinking he had brought shame to the family.
Unexpectedly, at the critical moment, Harry made a stunning move and turned the tables, slapping her sister's family in the face with his success.
This gave Hazel, who had always felt overshadowed by her sister's family, a rare moment of relief and pride!
The look in her eyes when she glanced at Harry was now filled with pride and joy!
The more she looked at her son-in-law, the more she liked him, and the more satisfied she became!