Reborn at 90, taking space to counterattack and become rich

"Candy!"

Aunt Zhao's loving voice came from the phone.

However, Xia Chutang suddenly felt that her grandma's tone and words were more energetic than before.

"Are you here to punish me as soon as you wake up?" Aunt Zhao asked teasingly.

Hearing the joy in Aunt Zhao's voice, Xia Chutang sniffed and felt aggrieved: "Grandma, why didn't you tell me that you and Old Man Pu were getting married?"

She was obviously the person closest to Lao'er in the world, but she was the last one to know about her marriage.

Xia Chutang felt a sense of sourness in her heart.

"You girl, are you still jealous of your Grandpa Pu?"

Aunt Zhao was amused by her granddaughter's aggrieved tone and said, "I wanted to tell you immediately yesterday, but your phone was turned off. I wanted to keep the speakerphone on so that you could participate in our wedding ceremony."

Thinking of how many calls she made to Xu Cang yesterday about Xu Yan's matter, and her phone's battery ran out of time, Xia Chutang became extremely depressed.

"Grandma, I had something to do yesterday and ran out of battery on my phone. I'm sorry..."

"It doesn't matter! You kid..."

Aunt Zhao heard Xia Chutang's depression and said with a smile: "Marriage is just a formality. I plan to go abroad with Pu Xian. It is more convenient to be husband and wife. After all, his status and fame are there, and it will be easier for me to apply for a visa." "

"Huh? Grandma, what do you mean... is your marriage to Old Man Pu a fake one?"

"This... how can there be any fake marriage..."

"..."

After all, is Laoer still married to Pu Xian?

woo woo woo...

The emotion of having her daughter kidnapped resurfaced, making Xia Chutang feel even more sour.

There was silence on the other side of the phone for a moment, and then Aunt Zhao's earnest voice came: "Tangtang, I have been thinking about this decision for a long time.

I used to think about raising your mother and Li Jun, but then your mother didn't marry well, so I just wanted to help your mother raise you. In the past few decades, I haven't thought about what I want...

Now your mother has a family and is very happy. You are also capable, so you don’t have to worry about food and clothing in the future. I also want to live for myself...Tangtang, don’t blame me. "

Listening to the old lady's careful words on the phone, the tip of Xia Chutang's nose felt sore and she almost cried.

"Grandma, how can I blame you? All my life I just want you to live happily, and I hope you live for yourself..."

Xia Chutang's voice choked up as she said, "It's just... you've been out alone for so long, I don't trust you."

"Hey, silly girl. Don't worry, I still have a long time to live, I won't die!"

Aunt Zhao changed the subject and said in a cheerful tone: "Let me tell you, I formed a senior citizen band with some of your Grandpa Pu's friends, and I even learned to play the piano, which I think is called bass."

"This piano is cool to carry, but the strings are a bit thick. Fortunately, I had the strength in my pickled hands before, otherwise I really wouldn't be able to play."

"When I first started playing, it was like playing cotton. But I learned quickly and got the hang of it within a few days. I didn't know the musical notation, so your Grandpa Pu changed all the musical notations for me..."

The old lady on the other end of the phone started to share what she was doing recently——

It turned out that several of Pu Xian's old friends in Hong Kong City organized a band and performed in a bar. Pu Xian and Aunt Zhao went to Hong Kong City to watch the performance. Aunt Zhao was particularly interested in the "band".

First, in the old lady’s impression, the band is all young people. This band is all white-haired old men, which is very special.

Second, Aunt Zhao has always had a wish in her life, and she also wants to perform on stage once.

Aunt Zhao has loved listening to operas since she was a child. However, her father was a landlord when she was a child and was a bit conservative and stubborn. He believed that playing, playing, playing, and singing were low-class professions, so the young Aunt Zhao was not allowed to touch these.

So, looking at the masters of playing, playing and singing, as well as the singers with bright makeup on the stage, became Aunt Zhao's inner yearning.

I thought I would never have the chance to realize my wish in this life, but I didn't expect that this time when I traveled to Hong Kong City with Pu Xian, my wish came true easily.

When Pu Xian's friend heard that Aunt Zhao also wanted to go on stage, he warmly invited her to choose an instrument and promised to teach her.

After trying out a circle of instruments, Aunt Zhao finally chose a bass.

After practicing hard for a week, Aunt Zhao can now collaborate with the band on several songs.

"I'm going to perform on stage this week! When the show is over, your Grandpa Pu and I are going to travel abroad. Tangtang, don't miss me too much."

"..."

Xia Chutang wanted to say, "Grandma, come back." I want to eat the pickled chili you made, the soybean paste you made, and the sweet rice you steamed...'

But in the end, he took a breath and said with a grimace: "Grandma, you didn't even come to Song Xu and I to propose! Are you going to wait for me to get married?"

"How could that happen?"

Aunt Zhao immediately smiled and said: "Tangtang, I will definitely come when you get married! But...are you sure you don't consider Lu Chengyuan anymore? I think he's not bad. By the way, I'm going to see your Grandma Lu during the New Year, do you know?"

"Oh, I see."

Xia Chutang thought for a while and didn't mention that Lu Chengyuan was still in the ICU of the hospital. She said, "Grandma, please call me more often. Don't go without contacting me for a long time."

"Go, go, go!"

Someone on the other side of the phone called Aunt Zhao to come on stage. She said hurriedly: "Tangtang, I went to rehearse. You and your Grandpa Pu should have a word."

Before Xia Chutang could respond, the person on the phone had already changed.

"Tangtang, how are you doing recently? How was the effect of the facial mask I gave you last time?" Pu Xian answered the phone and asked with a smile.

Xia Chutang immediately had a bad attitude and said angrily: "Old Man Pu, please change the subject. My grandma was deceived by you. Humph!"

Hearing that the little girl was angry, Pu Xian smiled and said: "I am sincere to your grandma, don't slander me. Now I have given all the assets in my name to your grandma, and you and your mother are tied for the first place." An heir."

Pu Xian had done his homework. He heard from Aunt Zhao that Xia Chutang was a little money addict and his favorite thing was money.

So I gave him what he wanted and said, "I have two medicine mountains in Bensheng, as well as 7 million M in gold in the bank of Rs., as well as some properties in various places. I will give them to you after my death."

"Bah, bah, bah! Stop using this to change the subject!"

Xia Chutang sighed several times and became even more angry: "Can you exchange for my grandma with your dirty money? I also have money, who cares about you?"

Pu Xian was very patient and responded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, our Tangtang is a big boss who knows how to do business. Why would he care about my little money? I am just showing my sincerity."

"Also, I will give you some secret Chinese medicine recipes that I have studied over the past few decades. If you can use them, you can use them. I keep this secret recipe in the safe of the bank. The password is..."

Listening to Pu Xian's ramble, Xia Chutang knew that the old man was showing the greatest sincerity.

Let’s not talk about the property, just talk about the “secret recipe” in his mouth. That is Pu Xian’s lifetime achievement.

Without taking any money, I just gave Xia Chu candy.

Xia Chutang is embarrassed to say that this is not sincere.

"Old Man Pu, you have given away all your family assets, are you planning to let my grandma drink the northwest wind?" Xia Chutang asked with curled lips.

After a burst of hearty laughter, Pu Xian said: "Little girl, I still have enough money to support my wife. You don't have to worry."

"Pu Xian?"

"Little girl, tell me!"

"Be nice to my grandma, and... you live longer and don't die so soon."

"...Don't worry! I'm in good health!"