Mr. Jiang's eyes flickered, but he said nothing.
His expectations were definitely more than two hundred taels of silver.
What he hoped for was Jiang Youzhi leading the whole family to prosperity.
Jiang Youzhi looked at the old man who hadn't spoken for a long time and sneered in his heart.
Over the years, he had seen through the old man.
When Mrs. Zhou or Jiang Rong and Mrs. Yang made a fuss, as long as it didn't harm his own interests, he stayed silent.
Only when their behavior was too outrageous or contradicted his plans would he intervene.
Sometimes, the things Mrs. Zhou fussed about were actually his ideas, and Mrs. Zhou was merely a tool in his hands.
At this moment, Jiang Rong started to shout again, "No way, at least five hundred taels!"
Mr. Jiang still said nothing.
Jiang Youzhi looked at the old man and said calmly, "Grandfather, do you want to see me utterly break with the Jiang Family today?"
The old man's body shivered slightly, "This—"
