After Rebirth, My Fiancé Helps Me Avenge the Wicked Scum-Chapter 142: The Economic Base Determines the Superstructure

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Chapter 142: Chapter 142: The Economic Base Determines the Superstructure

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, "Brother, 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 thought—"

"I thought I’d be satisfied with one hundred yuan," Cheng Jiuhe said, looking at her happy expression. "What, don’t you feel like we sold the sword at a loss?"

Mengyu shook her head, "At a loss? We got it back from those treasure hunters; it barely cost us anything."

"Are you saying your Yuan Nourishing Pills aren’t worth money? If I remember correctly, you traded for the bronze sword with a Yuan Nourishing Pill, right?" Cheng Jiuhe chuckled.

"Yeah, if you count that way, our initial investment was ten thousand yuan, which has increased fiftyfold. That’s still a good deal," she said with bright eyes and enthusiasm. "Brother, we’re rich now, let’s find a place to divide the loot two and two make five."

Cheng Jiuhe almost laughed out loud. What ’divide the loot’? It wasn’t 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, "You can keep it; your brother doesn’t need it."

Mengyu immediately became unhappy, "Brother, I don’t want to be a fat cat."

Cheng Jiuhe was puzzled, "What fat cat? I don’t want your money, but what does that have to do with being a fat cat?"

"How can it not have anything to do with it?" Mengyu counted on her fingers: "Whether it was going to the He Family or the black market, you were with me. I’ve said before, if we make money, we’d divide it ’two and two make five’. If you don’t take your share, do you want me to break my word and grow fat on it?"

Cheng Jiuhe laughed and shook his head, "Alright then, I’ll take one-third!"

Mengyu was about to protest, but Cheng Jiuhe interrupted her, "Look, the capital was yours, and you did the work. Me taking one-third is already a lot."

Mengyu was still unhappy, "Brother, you’re not being fair. If it weren’t for you at the He Family, I might have lost my life. As siblings, you can’t be so detached. Otherwise, in the future, I won’t acknowledge you as my brother."

When Cheng Jiuhe heard Mengyu saying she wouldn’t acknowledge him, he became anxious immediately, "Alright, alright, we’ll split it half and half, okay?"

Mengyu sighed, "Brother, even if you take half, I’m still taking the bigger advantage. Have you forgotten? I also got so many antiques."

Cheng Jiuhe knew that if he didn’t take the money, Mengyu wouldn’t be happy, so he had no choice but to agree. Besides, apart from his own allowance, he indeed didn’t 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 Jiuhe’s sleeve, "Brother, let’s not withdraw that much, just withdrawing fifty thousand will do."

Cheng Jiuhe didn’t 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, "Brother, there’s something I need to discuss with you."

Cheng Jiuhe had figured out that she had another plan when she only withdrew fifty thousand yuan.

"Go ahead and tell me, sister, what clever idea do you have this time!"