Chapter Eighty-Two: A Pig’s Nose Stuck with a Scallion!

As for Wang Weihua’s shamelessness, Shen Guodong had seen it firsthand; to be honest, this man had completely overturned his worldview. What more could he say? Shen Guodong was not someone to be trifled with. Narrowing his eyes, his tone was sharp and unfriendly, “One thousand yuan is already quite a sum. You should be content. I can give you this money, but only if you agree to the divorce. As for your other demands, frankly, I can’t comply.

“I’ll make myself clear: if you can’t accept this, then you won’t get a single cent.” His icy voice seemed almost magical, moving Zhou Meiniang beside him deeply. This was exactly why she had chosen this man. Compared to him, Wang Weihua was utterly insignificant, there was simply no comparison—it was inevitable.

Seeing how determined Shen Guodong was, Wang Weihua and his companions were left speechless.

“Shen Guodong, you’re getting cocky now. Don’t think we don’t know your situation. You’re barely able to feed yourself, and you claim you can cough up a thousand yuan? I’d like to see where you’ll get it from. Anyone can talk big. Do you really think we don’t know how you operate?”

“Haha, this guy can’t even compare to Brother Wang, and yet he talks like this. That confident act of his—doesn’t it make you laugh?”

“Tsk, my worldview is being shattered. I’ve never seen someone like him before. What else is there to say?”

As Shen Guodong spoke, bright smiles spread across their faces, and each of them gazed at him with amusement. No one took him seriously, as if it were all a joke. Shen Guodong’s cold laughter echoed; at that moment, words failed to describe his mood.

“It’s none of your concern, but since I say I have it, then I do!” Shen Guodong declared, unwavering. “Is a thousand yuan really so much? Perhaps for people like you, it’s unattainable, but for me, it’s child’s play. Wang Weihua, if you agree, you’ll have wealth beyond your imagination, something you’ve never seen. If you don’t believe me, you’ll end up with nothing.”

He was not joking.

For Wang Weihua, this was beyond question.

But Wang Weihua didn’t take him seriously at all.

Yet he caught the meaning in Shen Guodong’s words: if he believed, the wealth promised would far exceed his expectations; if he refused, he’d lose Zhou Meiniang and gain nothing at all. Was he serious? Wang Weihua’s expression soured as he heard this. What did he mean by that?

Was Shen Guodong threatening him? His displeasure was genuine.

He narrowed his eyes, staring at Shen Guodong, “Boy, what are you saying? Are you threatening me? Hahaha, threatening your grandpa? You’re still too green for that. You should weigh your worth before daring to threaten me!”

The others burst out laughing.

No one took Wang Weihua seriously either.

That was indisputable.

In that instant, Wang Weihua’s contempt was palpable.

“Boy, you really are arrogant. What gives you the right to say this to me?”

“Hahaha… You’re killing me with laughter!”

“This guy really thinks he’s something. Why don’t you claim to be better than the Jade Emperor himself? I’d believe it!”

“Shen Guodong… I used to think you were honest, but it turns out you’re a complete idiot!”

“Tsk tsk tsk, there really are all kinds of people. Does he think we’re joking?”

A chorus of voices mocked him, each looking at Shen Guodong with disdain.

But only Zhou Meiniang knew what this man was truly capable of.

She had already made up her mind to trust him.

At this moment, Wang Weihua’s lips curled into a sneer, and he said, “Heh, you two dogs want me to help you? Dream on! Zhou Meiniang, if you want to be with this mongrel, start tonight. By this time next week, you’ll be free to fly away with him. If not, you’ll never have a good life.”

Zhou Meiniang frowned.

Shen Guodong had already given Wang Weihua his chance, but the man didn’t appreciate it. He couldn’t blame himself for that. With a cold laugh, a brilliant smile appeared on his face.

“Wang Weihua, are you sure? If you accept my offer, you’ll get a thousand yuan, enough to live well. Otherwise, don’t complain when you end up with nothing!”

This was Shen Guodong’s final ultimatum.

He was ready for whatever came next.

Yet Wang Weihua still didn’t take him seriously, replying with disdain, “Boy, are you serious? Are you joking with me? Hahaha! You’re going to make me die from laughter.”

Shen Guodong felt no dissatisfaction at the man’s words; nothing he said could anger him. Victory was already in his hands, and no matter how one looked at the situation, Wang Weihua would have to pay for his actions. On this point, nothing would change.

None of them took Shen Guodong seriously. After all, they knew each other well; did they not know what kind of person Shen Guodong was?

“Shen Guodong, I have to say, if there’s anyone I respect, it’s you!”

“Watching you put on airs, you don’t seem like a local.”

“That’s right, Shen Guodong’s act now—he’s almost unrecognizable, haha!”

“What else is there to say? He’s so good at pretending, it almost seems real.”

They all chimed in with scorn, not believing a word Shen Guodong said. They had played together before—was he now pretending to be something he wasn’t?

Shen Guodong sneered. Since none of them believed him, what more could he say?