"Cheng Yang, what are you making trouble?" Dalide scolded in a low voice.

Yes, Dai Lide has no wife and children, only one sister, and his sister is just such a son. And Dai Lide has always treated this nephew as his own son. He did say that when he left, he would leave the hospital to his nephew.

However, he couldn't know what kind of nephew he was.

He is thirty years old, and he has achieved nothing, except for eating, drinking, and having fun all day long, his favorite thing is gambling money, and he doesn't know how many times he has paid back loan sharks for this kid, but he just doesn't repent, and still goes his own way.

So Dalide changed his mind.

He could give his nephew money to let him go out and be free, but he would never leave the hospital in his hands.

Give him the money, at most spend the money, and when the money is spent, you can earn it again. But if you want to give him the hospital, it is estimated that it will not be long before such a large hospital will be empty.

"Uncle, the hospital can't be sold, you said you wanted to give it to me." Cheng Yang didn't listen to Dai Lide's words at all, walked around the desk in three or two steps, grabbed Dai Lide's arm, and said. "If my mother hadn't told me, I wouldn't have known you were going to sell the hospital, uncle, you would have spoken."

Seeing that Dai Lide didn't speak, Cheng Yang turned his gaze to Yan Murong and Duan Zixuan.

"Hey, are you two going to buy a hospital?" Cheng Yang crossed his waist with one hand, looked at Yan Murong and the two with a pair of small triangular eyes, and said. "Don't sell it, don't sell it, you guys go quickly, this hospital was left to me by my uncle."

Yan Murong was amused by Cheng Yang.

Why is this guy so naïve?

So, Yan Murong rolled his eyes, looked at Cheng Yang and said with a smile. "However, I have already given the money, and you said that this hospital was left to you, so you can return my money to me."

"How much? I give. Cheng Yang said without thinking about it.

"It's not much, 300 million Hong Kong dollars."

"Well, 300 million Hong Kong dollars - what, 300 million?" Cheng Yang just wanted to say that it was really not much, but suddenly the cramping brain came to his senses, and he looked at Yan Murong with a surprised expression.

"Yes, three hundred million." Yan Murong nodded.

"Okay, I'll give you 300 million." Cheng Yang answered, turned his head to look at Dai Lide, and said beggingly. "Uncle, can you return the money to them?"

"Don't embarrass Dean Dai." Yan Murong said with a smile. "Dean Dai has no money now, and as for the money from the sale of the hospital, Dean Dai has donated it to the victims of the disaster in Africa."

"Is this true?" After Cheng Yang listened, the two eyes that were not big were actually staring at the boss, looking at Dai Lide with disbelief.

Dai Lide looked at his nephew in front of him, feeling bitter and helpless.

As the old saying goes, the son is not the godfather's fault, Cheng Yang's father has not educated him much since he was a child, and although he is an uncle, he is also half a father of this kid - speaking of which, Cheng Yang's current virtue, he also has a certain responsibility.

After a moment of silence, Dai Lide felt that he should teach this kid a lesson. So, he nodded at Cheng Yang and said. "Yes, I've donated all the money - I'm an old man, just leave enough money for my life."

"Uncle, you—you." Cheng Yang's face turned red, stretched out his finger and pointed at Dai Lide, and shouted angrily. "Dalid, how can you do that? You ungrateful thing, when you went back to Hong Kong, if it weren't for my dad to help you, you would still be doing chores in the small clinic - now that you have money, you don't even give it to me, I- I'll go home and tell my mother. ”

"Pss

Yan Murong was amused by Cheng Yang again.

Go home and tell his mom? Damn, this is a deal of more than 100 million yuan, and it's not a dime or two, and you go home and tell your mother? Even if you tell the Chief Executive, he won't be able to control this.

Why is this kid so naïve?

"And the two of you."

Hearing Yan Murong and Duan Zixuan laughing, Cheng Yang turned around and pointed at Yan Murong and Duan Zixuan and said. "You bought this hospital, just wait for it to close."

After speaking, he felt incomprehensible and hateful, and after grabbing a ceramic sculpture of a horse stepping on the Feiyan on Dai Lide's desk and falling to the ground, he turned around and prepared to leave.

"Stop." Yan Murong shouted.

Cheng Yang was taken aback by Yan Murong, turned around, and looked at Yan Murong with a confused expression.

"Dean Dai, don't you mind if I teach you a lesson as a nephew, right?" Yan Murong looked at Dai Lide, whose face was pale with anger, and Dai Lide, who was trembling all over, asked.

"Don't mind." Dai Lide almost gritted his teeth before those three words popped out of his mouth.

Angry, angry, disappointed, or helpless?

Dalide couldn't tell what he was feeling right now. Anyway, it's more of a disappointment with Cheng Yang.

He treated this nephew like his own son, asking for money for money, and for cars and cars, but he didn't think that in the end, he would end up with such a fate - being scolded by his nephew, who he had always loved.

Yes, he was really depressed when he first returned to Hong Kong, and if it weren't for his sister's family to lend him money, he wouldn't have the funds to start at all.

At that time, his sister's family only lent him 60,000 Hong Kong dollars, and after he earned the money, even the principal with interest had been paid off. He clearly remembered that when he wanted to become bigger, he asked his sister's family if they wanted to take out the money to invest, but his sister's family was afraid of losing money, so they refused, and today, he was scolded by his nephew for being ungrateful.

Therefore, when Dai Lide was angry, he felt that it was time for this kid to teach a lesson.

After receiving Dai Lide's affirmative reply, Yan Murong looked at Cheng Yang, who was standing there stupidly, and said. "Do you know what kind of person I hate the most?"

"What?" Cheng Yang asked casually.

"There are three kinds of people I hate the most." Yan Murong stretched out three fingers and said. "First, someone more handsome than me; second, people who are richer than me; Third, people who are more handsome than me and richer than me - it's a pity that you don't have anything to do with these three people. ”

"But." Yan Murong changed his words. "These three kinds of people only make me hateful, and the other two people make me want to kick him to death."

"What two kinds of people?" Duan Zixuan asked very cooperatively.

"One is a person who has nothing to do all day long, and only knows how to eat, drink, and have fun and harm society." Yan Murong said. "The second type is a person who doesn't know what it means to respect his elders - the former I may let him go, and the latter, I will kick one when I see one."

"You're lucky—" Yan Murong pointed at Cheng Yang. "You're on the edge of both."