Chapter 230 Not Grateful

Murong Zhe was about to go to the backyard when he heard a voice from the main room and walked out again, helplessly said: "Dad, you don't need to say, our family really doesn't have two thousand taels of silver, even if we sell the house and land. , that's not enough. Just based on what A-Niang said just now, even if there is, I won't come out."

   Dare to attack A Ran's idea, even if it is his own mother, he will not forgive him.

Murong Liang knew that Liu's words just hurt his heart, so he looked at the innocent Murong Lingran apologetically, and after thinking for a while, he had to say, "Azhe, it doesn't matter if you don't have money, you used to those colleagues..."

   "It's useless." Murong Zhe shook his head, "When A Ran was sick, didn't you go to many homes with me? Back then, I was reluctant to borrow 150 taels of silver, let alone 2,000 taels of silver."

   Mu Rongliang thought about it and thought he was right.

   Murong Lingran suddenly asked: "Grandpa, in which casino did Uncle lose his money?"

   "Your uncle seems to be talking about Xiangjia Casino."

   Murong raised her eyebrows, shouldn't it be the Xiang Jia she knew?

   "Aran, why are you asking this?" Murongliang said excitedly, "Aran, do you have a solution?"

   Murong shook his head, "No, I just think the timing of Uncle's debt this time is a bit strange."

Method? Of course she has, and there are more.

   But just because Liu Shi was going to sell her just now, she was out of her mind and rushed to help my uncle to solve it.

   She could guarantee that even if she rescued Uncle and Murong Xue, they would never be grateful to her.

   When she was in a coma, her uncle could drive her and her father out of the house. If her father insisted on healing her, she might have died long ago.

   They can do the first year of the first year, and she can naturally do the fifteenth.

   Now that they are in trouble, she has considered her kindness for not taunting them in person.

   She was just curious and asked casually.

  Murong Zhe carefully recalled what Murong Qi said just now, and asked doubtfully, "Aran, do you think your uncle owes something else?"

Murong nodded, "Think about it, he has been in the city for several months. He doesn't gamble in the early days, and he doesn't gamble in the evening, but when our vegetable business is stable and we already have some spare money, he will bet. It's a big bet."

   Murongliang thought that his younger son had just said that he was called by someone who ran with him, and said in shock, "Aran, you mean he might have been designed by someone?"

   "It's just a possibility."

   But there is another possibility, that possibility is bigger and scarier, she dare not say it for the time being.

  The eyes of everyone also showed shock.

   Murong Liang didn't believe that his youngest son was such a stupid person. It would be too embarrassing to spread it out.

"Aran, you may be thinking too complicated. Your uncle may think that you have made some money recently, maybe... Maybe you are still the same as before, that you will definitely come out to deal with the aftermath, so you dare to bet so much. ."

   "Maybe." Murong Lingran said again: "But now these are just our guesses."

   Murongliang hesitated: "Aran, no matter whether he was designed or not, even if we go to the door, it is useless, the mistake has already been made, and the debt is indeed owed, you...you really have nothing to do?"

   Murong sighed, "Grandpa, our family really doesn't have so much money."