Two Hundred and Twenty-Eight. Changgui: The Eldest Son

The next day, Yin Dingjie, Yin Shulan's third son, received a call from his mother.

"I'll go to your place at noon, and you call your eldest brother and second brother." Yin Shulan's voice came from the opposite side.

Yin Dingjie was stunned for a moment, because the attitude in Yin Shulan's words made him a little strange.

Yin Dingjie knew that although Yin Shulan appeared to be a bit fierce on the surface, in fact, he still liked the four siblings very much, and among them, Yin Changgui, the eldest, was especially favored.

The name Changgui was chosen by Yin Shulan herself, and the names of the other brothers were chosen by a teacher in the town.

Today, my mother's words are not fierce, but there is indifference in her words, and she is not as close as before.

"Did you hear that?" After a long time without Yin Dingjie's answer, Yin Shuyu's tone was a bit unfriendly.

"Oh oh oh, I heard it." Yin Dingjie hurriedly agreed.

Listening to the busy tone from the mobile phone, Yin Dingjie looked blank.

Mom actually hung up the phone without even asking "Have you eaten?"

Just make a phone call, just to inform you to gather at noon?

Yin Dingjie felt uneasy, he didn't understand what happened to his mother.

Because of his apprehension, he attached great importance to the meeting at noon, and immediately notified his two older brothers, and asked his wife to go shopping for vegetables early in the morning.

Near noon, Yin Dingjie pulled his son Yin Shanshun out of the room again.

"Your grandma is coming soon, be good!" Yin Dingjie warned his son.

"What, grandma, why are you so nervous here?" When Yin Dingjie entered, Yin Shanshun was secretly reading comics, and he was quite frightened.

"You bastard, that's your grandma!" Yin Dingjie took the opportunity to slap his son to ease the tension in his heart.

Yin Shanshun, who was often beaten, didn't realize that he was being used as a punching bag. He continued: "We are all a family, why are you so polite."

Yin Dingjie was amused by Yin Shanshun's logic, he patted Yin Shanshun on the head again, gave Yin Shanshun his phone, and asked him to sit in the living room and play games.

It's half past eleven,

There was a knock on the door.

Yin Dingjie immediately took the phone from Yin Shanshun's hand: "Go and pour tea for grandma."

"What kind of tea do I make at home!" While muttering, Yin Shanshun entered the kitchen to pour tea.

Yin Dingjie opened the door, and outside the door was Yin Shuyu.

Before Xia Yu entered the room, Yin Dingjie grabbed his hand and pressed him against the table.

Yin Shanshun, who walked out of the kitchen, walked up to Xia Yu carelessly.

Holding the teacup in one hand, Yin Shanshun said bluntly, "Here."

Yin Dingjie, who was thinking about how to tactfully ask his mother to go to the mental hospital for an examination, was so angry that he wanted to beat him on the spot.

Yin Shanshun wisely hid behind Xia Yu, avoiding Yin Dingjie.

"Sit down, what does it look like?" Xia Yu told Yin Dingjie to sit down, then looked at Yin Shanshun again.

Telepathy told him that although this grandson is a thorn in the surface, he is actually a little less close to Yin Shulan than Yin Dingjie, and taller than Yin Dingjie's two older brothers and Yin Shulan's other two sons.

However, the surface thorns are also thorns and need to be polished.

He put the handbag on the table and tapped his fingers on it.

"What is this?" Yin Shanshun was aroused by Xia Yu's curiosity.

"Notebook." Xia Yu replied.

"You pack so many notebooks in your hand..." Halfway through the speech, Yin Shanshun came to his senses. He lowered his voice, as if he saw something contraband, "Is this a computer?"

Xia Yu nodded.

"Grandma, it's inconvenient for you to hold the computer, so put it here with me first." Yin Shanshun coveted the notebook.

In their class, only three students have computers at home, two of them are antiques with big butts, and only one can barely play games. Just such a computer is enough to be envied. If you go to that classmate's house to play on weekends, you have to make an appointment. Usually, no one dares to offend him, and he is always courting.

Now, a more advanced notebook was placed in front of him.

Looking at Yin Shanshun's eager eyes, Xia Yu smiled: "Actually, I can give it to you."

Yin Shanshun's eyes widened, he couldn't believe it for a moment.

"Really?" he asked.

"Grandma, I'm a little thirsty," Xia Yu said.

Yin Shanshun immediately wanted to hand over the water glass in his hand, but he stopped after halfway. He put down the water and rushed to Yin Dingjie's room.

"Hey, what are you doing!" Yin Dingjie called him.

"Dad, where is the tea you hid? Hey, I found it!" Yin Shanshun slipped out of the room, made a cup of tea for Xia Yu, moved a stool next to him, sat behind Xia Yu, and gave Xia Yu a cup of tea. Beat your back.

Xia Yu enjoyed it comfortably, and Yin Dingjie who was next to him looked a little jealous.

A minute later, the door was knocked again, and it was Yin Shulan's eldest son and second son who came.

"Mom, what are you looking for from us?" The two entered the room.

Seeing that everyone was here, Xia Yu handed the handbag to Yin Shanshun: "Let's go to the room and play."

Yin Shanshun sweetly said thank you grandma, opened the package and took a look. After seeing the real notebook, he ran to pour Xia Yu a cup of tea.

"What's going on?" Yin Changgui took the notebook and looked at it, "This is the most expensive one, it's less than ten thousand!"

Yin Changgui's son made a fuss about wanting this notebook, so Yin Changgui remembered it clearly.

"Mom, such an expensive thing..." Yin Dingjie looked at Xia Yu.

"Where it's expensive, it's the most expensive in this broken place. There are 20, 340, 50,000 outside." Xia Yu took a sip of tea calmly.

With a wave of his hand, Xia Yu asked Yin Shanshun to take it away.

"Mom, you can't treat one more favorably than another, your eldest grandson really wants it too." Yin Changgui glanced at Yin Shanshun jealously, and said to Xia Yu.

"What notebook does he want for a jobless vagrant, let's go and talk about business." Xia Yu ignored Yin Changgui.

"Mom, you really can't do this. Your bowl of water can't be unfair." Yin Changgui was still nagging about it.

"If I'm in a family with you, it's my business if it's not balanced, but you've all gone out to start a family. Does it depend on my mood?" Xia Yu retorted.

"Grandma, although we have moved out, we are still a family."

Xia Yu didn't bother to talk to him: "I came here today to talk about my one million yuan business. If you don't want to hear it, you can go back."

Yin Changgui immediately calmed down.

After they sat down, Xia Yu said, "I've already asked a lawyer to make a will. After I die, my money will be 30% to 60% for the elder, 30% for the second, and 10% for the eldest. When Zhengzheng dies, you can Get the money."

"Who is Zhengzheng?" The three asked in surprise.

"Okay, it seems that you don't have any opinions on the distribution ratio, so that's the ratio. Now let's talk about clank. Since you don't agree, then delete the sentence clank." Xia Yu smiled.

"Wait, I have a problem with this ratio!" Yin Changgui knelt down in front of Xia Yu and took his hand, "Why am I only 10%? I'm your eldest son."

"Before, the third child lent me 50,000, the second loaned me 20,000, and you lent me 5,000. I set this ratio to take care of you." When Xia Yu went to make his will in the morning, Xia Yu originally Not going to give it, but Yin Shulan relented and kept 10%.

"Mom, you can't do that!" Yin Changgui snapped his fingers, "Let me tell you."