Chapter 142 Economic Base Determines the Superstructure
At this moment, Mengyu and Cheng Jiuhe were walking faster and faster. The person tracking them lost them after not too long.
Once they had restored their appearances, Mengyu took out the passbook and said, âBrother, we made fifty-five thousand yuan today, fifty-five thousand! I remember when I only had ten cents, I dreamed of having just one yuan. Once I saved up one yuan, I wished for ten yuan, and when I finally had ten yuan, I thoughtââ
âI thought Iâd be satisfied with one hundred yuan,â Cheng Jiuhe said, looking at her happy expression. âWhat, donât you feel like we sold the sword at a loss?â
Mengyu shook her head, âAt a loss? We got it back from those treasure hunters; it barely cost us anything.â
âAre you saying your Yuan Nourishing Pills arenât worth money? If I remember correctly, you traded for the bronze sword with a Yuan Nourishing Pill, right?â Cheng Jiuhe chuckled.
âYeah, if you count that way, our initial investment was ten thousand yuan, which has increased fiftyfold. Thatâs still a good deal,â she said with bright eyes and enthusiasm. âBrother, weâre rich now, letâs find a place to divide the loot two and two make five.â
Cheng Jiuhe almost laughed out loud. What âdivide the lootâ? It wasnât stolen, after all.
However, seeing that she wanted to share the money with him after earning it, Cheng Jiuhe suddenly felt a warm affection in his heart: This sister of mine was a good pick!
He said gently, âYou can keep it; your brother doesnât need it.â
Mengyu immediately became unhappy, âBrother, I donât want to be a fat cat.â
Cheng Jiuhe was puzzled, âWhat fat cat? I donât want your money, but what does that have to do with being a fat cat?â
âHow can it not have anything to do with it?â Mengyu counted on her fingers: âWhether it was going to the He Family or the black market, you were with me. Iâve said before, if we make money, weâd divide it âtwo and two make fiveâ. If you donât take your share, do you want me to break my word and grow fat on it?â
Cheng Jiuhe laughed and shook his head, âAlright then, Iâll take one-third!â
Mengyu was about to protest, but Cheng Jiuhe interrupted her, âLook, the capital was yours, and you did the work. Me taking one-third is already a lot.â
Mengyu was still unhappy, âBrother, youâre not being fair. If it werenât for you at the He Family, I might have lost my life. As siblings, you canât be so detached. Otherwise, in the future, I wonât acknowledge you as my brother.â
When Cheng Jiuhe heard Mengyu saying she wouldnât acknowledge him, he became anxious immediately, âAlright, alright, weâll split it half and half, okay?â
Mengyu sighed, âBrother, even if you take half, Iâm still taking the bigger advantage. Have you forgotten? I also got so many antiques.â
Cheng Jiuhe knew that if he didnât take the money, Mengyu wouldnât be happy, so he had no choice but to agree. Besides, apart from his own allowance, he indeed didnât have much money.
It was only when Cheng Jiuhe went to the bank, intending to withdraw the money to split it, Mengyu suddenly came up with an idea.
Her brother, being undervalued in the Cheng Family, even if he had Martial Power, would still be at the mercy of others if he lacked money.
Not just for her brother, but she also needed a lot of money to buy antiques. And antiques cost a fortune!
She suddenly grabbed Cheng Jiuheâs sleeve, âBrother, letâs not withdraw that much, just withdrawing fifty thousand will do.â
Cheng Jiuhe didnât know what she was planning, but he felt it was always right to listen to his sister.
Thus, the two of them only withdrew fifty thousand yuan and returned to the Houhai residence.
Mengyu pulled Cheng Jiuhe to sit down on a stone bench in the courtyard, âBrother, thereâs something I need to discuss with you.â
Cheng Jiuhe had figured out that she had another plan when she only withdrew fifty thousand yuan.
âGo ahead and tell me, sister, what clever idea do you have this time!â