Trading system, I exchanged vegetables for golden pills.

Second Uncle took a deep breath: "Then you should have just told me the truth. Why did you lie from the beginning?"

"I'm sorry, Dad. I didn't want to disappoint you, so I told a white lie!" Chen Tingting's words were tinged with grievance and vulnerability.

"What does this have to do with your uncle? Tell me carefully!" the second uncle said, frowning.

"Didn't I lose hundreds of thousands in stocks before? When my mom found out, she came to find me with my uncle. They took away my phone. At that time, I still had more than 100 million in my account!"

"We had already recovered the money, but my uncle said he needed funds for some trading, and my mom agreed. However, the funds couldn't be withdrawn until the next day, so he traded directly in my account. As a result, the stock price plummeted, and he denied responsibility. Now that my uncle is paralyzed, my aunt is even less likely to take responsibility, and my mom doesn't plan to get the money back!"

"I only found out later. I was wrong, Dad. Please, please forgive me. I was really deceived!"

Tingting's voice trailed off as she spoke.

The old father couldn't bear to see his daughter cry, and the second uncle's heart softened instantly.

"That old woman really always sides with her baby-like brother. If this family doesn't separate, she'll ruin them sooner or later!" the second uncle muttered under his breath.

"You need to reflect on your actions. Don't get carried away just because you have a little money. Enjoying life isn't something you should be doing at your age. Taking out loans to speculate in stocks—do you really think you're a stock market genius?!"

Chen Tingting nodded repeatedly, "I understand, Dad!"

"Let's leave it at that for now. You're an adult now, and I don't want to say anything too harsh. I just hope you understand that everyone has their own path to walk, and your parents can't be with you forever!" The second uncle prepared to end the call.

"Then, Dad, when will you transfer the 200 million to me?" Chen Tingting asked.

"You need to reflect on your mistakes first and figure out where you went wrong before you talk!" After saying that, my second uncle hung up the phone.

My second uncle sighed deeply. Money really can change a person a lot.

Now Tingting talks about 200 million all the time; she'd probably abandon her parents for 200 million.

It's also his fault for not guiding his daughter properly and neglecting to discipline her.

If I had known he would have time to go pay off the mortgage with Tingting, this mess wouldn't have happened.

Once someone has experienced what it's like to be rich, it's quite difficult to go back to an ordinary life.

He let Tingting know that he had 500 million, and she must be thinking about that money all the time.

Anyone who knew they had 500 million in their family would feel a little giddy.

It's definitely impossible to transfer money now.

He could sense that Tingting was going astray. If he transferred another 200 million to her, wouldn't she really become a princess?

Ye Chen knew his second uncle was upset, so he took him to get a foot massage to help him relax. That was all the nephew could do.

Silent all night.

The next morning, the same middle-aged man in the Tang suit visited again.

This time, he didn't ask at the security room, but went directly to the outside of villa number 1301.

The middle-aged man in the Tang suit looked villa 1301 up and down and muttered to himself, "Hiss, the spiritual energy here is quite dense. Could there be some kind of formation? It seems that Ye Chen is undoubtedly a cultivator as well."

"I regret not coming in to check it out a while ago!"

"It seems he's the prime suspect!" The middle-aged man in the Tang suit narrowed his eyes.

"Hmph, I'd like to see who you are!" The middle-aged man in the Tang suit sneered, kicking the courtyard gate with a single blow.

Before his foot even touched the door, a yellow figure pounced on him.

The middle-aged man in the Tang suit was startled and quickly withdrew his foot, placing his hands in front of his chest to block.

"boom--"

A dull thud rang out, and the middle-aged man in the Tang suit felt as if he had been struck by a tremendous force, and his whole body flew backward uncontrollably.

In the instant he was thrown away, he seemed to see clearly who had attacked him—it was a stray dog...

Holy crap, this is outrageous!

The middle-aged man in the Tang suit was filled with confusion. No, no, why is this happening?

"boom--"

The middle-aged man in the Tang suit fell heavily to the ground, but fortunately he managed to block it head-on. Although he was a bit disheveled, he was not seriously injured.

Therefore, their ability to take action was not affected.

He scrambled to his feet instantly, staring warily at the stray dog ​​that had attacked.

His arms were already numb, which showed how powerful that kick was.

That's right, it was Big Yellow who made the move.

Big Yellow glared at the middle-aged man in the Tang suit, as if to say, "Who the hell are you? Stop babbling on and on, and you want to kick the door?"

Did you even ask me, Big Yellow,?

Kicking down the door is like taking away their livelihood; how can we tolerate that?

The middle-aged man in the Tang suit looked around and saw no one else, so he didn't lose face too much.

It's still acceptable on the surface.

If someone saw him get kicked by a dog, he would be laughed at for the rest of his life.

The middle-aged man in the Tang suit channeled his spiritual energy and kicked Big Yellow. He wanted to test the dog's strength; it really was this dog that had attacked just now.

There might be another hidden reason.

This beast dares to look at him like that; he'll skin it alive.

However, in the next instant, Big Yellow easily dodged his sweeping attack and launched a dog tail whip kick in mid-air.

"boom--"

The middle-aged man in the Tang suit took a solid kick to the side from Da Huang, falling to the ground and feeling terrible.

Kidneys that have been kicked like that are definitely not in good shape.

He was completely bewildered, not understanding why this was happening.

No, no, holy crap, this dog is that powerful?

The middle-aged man in the Tang suit was kicked away again, which confirmed one thing: he seemed to be no match for this dog.

How is this possible? He's a Qi Refining Level 7 cultivator, and he can't even beat a dog?

Even if this dog were to become a spirit, could it reach the seventh level of Qi Refining? Obviously not, right?

This time, the middle-aged man in the Tang suit didn't get up as nimbly.

If you want to cause trouble for someone but can't even beat the watchdog, how can you possibly cause trouble?

"You, you, very well, I underestimated you. It seems you've finally gained some intelligence!"

The middle-aged man in the Tang suit pulled a dark box from his pocket, which looked like a hidden weapon.

For a fleeting moment, Big Yellow's fur stood on end; it sensed a deadly danger.

So Dahuang stopped holding back, and in the next instant, something flashed at its collar.

The middle-aged man in the Tang suit, oblivious to this scene, sneered to himself: "These are Spirit-Breaking Needles, weapons specifically designed for cultivators. They contain 108 needles that can enter a cultivator's Qi Sea along with their spiritual power, destroying their cultivation foundation. To die from these needles is a blessing you've accumulated over eight lifetimes... Ugh—"

The middle-aged man in the Tang suit had only spoken halfway when he suddenly froze, then fell backward at an angle.

A bloody hole appeared in the back of his head, from which blood gushed out...

Big Yellow glanced at him disdainfully, retracted the shuttle, and telepathically transmitted a message to the middle-aged man in the Tang suit: "Don't you know that villains die from talking too much?"