amaotonovel Chapter 717 This brother-in-law is not bad.
Chapter 717 This brother-in-law is not bad.
Late at night, inside the Zhang residence.
"My dear young master Zhang, how come you still have the leisure to sit here and drink tea? Meng Qingge is about to run off with someone else." Meng Qingchao said hurriedly as he entered the room.
The other party was a handsome young man with a fair complexion, whose teacup remained unmoved by Meng Qingchao's arrival.
"Women are like tea. You taste it, you savor it, isn't it fragrant?" Zhang Mingfang said calmly, giving off an air of superiority.
"The teacup is in my hand, so the tea won't run away unless I throw it away voluntarily."
Zhang Mingfang's confidence was based on the fact that he was certain Meng Qingge would need his help.
"What if someone else tries to take it?" Meng Qingchao snatched the teacup from the other person's hand and said anxiously, "Today, Meng Qingge and Lin Wuqing made a scene at the Meng family's old house, saying they wouldn't buy your grain but wanted to buy grapes to make wine. The two of them were exchanging glances and acting in unison. I think Meng Qingge has probably already fallen for that poor boy."
"Wine wine from grapes? Hah, what a ridiculous idea she came up with. That's right, it's a sure-fire way to lose money." Zhang Mingfang said dismissively.
In his view, Lin Ping was just a poor boy from the countryside and was not qualified to be his competitor.
Even though Meng Qingge treated him well, it was mostly out of pity.
As for making wine from grapes, he was not optimistic. He hoped that Meng Qingge would lose everything and have no choice but to ask him for help.
At that time, no matter what request he makes, Meng Qingge will have to obediently agree.
"I think Meng Qingge is quite confident. She even said that in recent years there has been a poor harvest, and the imperial court may issue a decree prohibiting the brewing of grain wine. At that time, wine will definitely sell well, and she wants to hoard it." Meng Qingchao told her everything without reservation, having already forgotten his own surname.
"She is a woman with foresight, but unfortunately, the laws of the court are not up to you, and grapes are not something you can just buy whenever you want." Zhang Mingfang smiled coldly, his attitude towards Meng Qingchao neither warm nor cold.
"Meng Qingchao, you are truly a fine descendant of the Meng family. If it weren't for you, the Meng family would have long been a second-rate family," Zhang Mingfang said disdainfully.
Instead of being angry at this assessment, Meng Qingchao was delighted. "As long as I can get rid of Meng Qingge, what does it matter if I lose some business opportunities? Once I'm in power, I will definitely make the Meng family great again."
Seeing his confident demeanor, Zhang Mingfang felt utterly disdainful.
Although he wasn't a good person, he wouldn't harm his own people, much less share such useful information with his opponents.
"I've received the message and appreciated the sentiment. Now take the money and get lost." Zhang Mingfang threw the hundred-tael silver note on the ground, and Meng Qingchao picked it up like a lapdog, clearly ready to splurge at the gambling den.
That morning, Lin Ping was woken up by the cold again and kept sneezing.
"Who's been talking about me behind my back twice?" Lin Ping said shamelessly, not believing that anyone was badmouthing him behind his back.
Before long, Meng Qingfan rushed over, his face beaming with smiles.
"Brother-in-law, brother-in-law, I heard you made them kneel down yesterday? And even called them grandpa?" Meng Qingfan was full of admiration, looking quite like he wanted to become an apprentice.
"Just a spur-of-the-moment thing," Lin Ping said, waving his hand dismissively.
When he was a teenager, Meng Qingfan enjoyed watching him act like a thug and would even imitate him.
"You think you can make them kneel down on a whim? If it were just a whim, what would happen?" Meng Qingfan smiled obsequiously. "Brother-in-law, teach me, please?"
“Teach you? Teach you what? My imposing aura is innate; how could you possibly learn it?” Lin Ping enjoyed chatting with Meng Qingfan, as if he had found a kindred spirit.
“I’ve been pampered since I was a child, unlike my brother-in-law who’s so rustic. I want to learn martial arts from you, and I’ll beat them to their knees. Let’s see who dares to bully my elder sister then,” Meng Qingfan said obsequiously, unaware that Lin Ping didn’t like the word “rustic” this time.
“You’re too innate, kid. You can’t learn this. If you really want to find something to do, take me to the old house,” Lin Ping said as he put on his shoes.
His martial arts skills were for show; he couldn't reveal them to avoid arousing suspicion about his identity.
"Go to the old house? Is this a new trend?" Meng Qingfan's eyes gleamed with a sly light.
"The way you use the word 'excitement' sounds a bit awkward; it sounds more like a physiological reaction," Lin Ping said, shaking his head. He was indeed in a state of excitement.
The junior high school biology textbook taught us that if you don't eat meat for three days, you'll start blowing bubbles.
Lin Ping went to the old house not to beat everyone up, but because he was thinking about the old man's illness, which required frequent acupuncture.
In addition, Lin Ping has extracted a small amount of insulin from the pig's pancreas.
Scientific evidence shows that porcine insulin is most similar to human insulin and can be used as injectable insulin.
To inject insulin, Lin Ping crafted an exquisite muscle injector out of metal.
"Take me to the old master's room." After entering the mansion, Lin Ping made the request again.
"Go find Grandpa?" Meng Qingfan looked at Lin Ping in surprise, and had to say the unpleasant thing upfront: "Grandpa is in poor health and likes peace and quiet. Even I am not qualified to see him. If I barge in, I will probably be beaten out by the butler."
Lin Ping beckoned to him, and Meng Qingfan leaned in to listen.
"The old master likes the tea I brew, and he asked me to come in private, but I can't get into the old house, so I asked you for help. Please don't let this matter slip out," Lin Ping said mysteriously.
Meng Qingfan liked to speak in this tone, which was obviously a secret.
"My brother-in-law has a very good relationship with Grandpa. No wonder he could make them kneel down and apologize." Meng Qingfan gave a thumbs up in admiration. Luckily, Lin Ping wasn't wearing leather shoes, or it would have been quite a sight.
Even so, Meng Qingfan still tiptoed around, and when he arrived at the old man's door, he was clearly having second thoughts.
"Is that Xiaolin? Why aren't you coming in?" came the old man's voice from inside the house.
Meng Qingfan was overjoyed, realizing that Lin Ping hadn't lied to him.
Meng Qingfan spoke before Lin Ping could, her sweet words like honey: "Grandpa, I've lost weight from missing you so much these past few days, but Father said my studies are the priority, so I really haven't had time to come see you. Hmm? You look much better than before, you're sure to live to be a hundred."
This clumsy acting was just like his own performance when he first traveled through time, but Lin Ping didn't expose him.
However, he was right about one thing: the old man's complexion had indeed improved a lot.
"What a studious child! Recite the Analects for Grandpa," the old man said kindly.
Meng Qingfan's face immediately turned pale. He shouldn't have made such a boast. He was smart enough to quickly say, "Brother-in-law said you like the tea he brews. I'll go get it right away."
"You seem to know your grandson quite well." Lin Ping smiled faintly and casually pulled out a syringe.
"This kid has a lot of clever ideas, but he's not cut out for studying. However, that 'brother-in-law' he called him was brilliant; that's destined him to be the heir of the Meng family," the old man said with a chuckle.