"I donāt know how much bride price we can get. Didnāt our son say heās marrying a soldier? Iām afraid there wonāt be much money," Father Chip smacked his lips, "But I heard that the bride price for girls from the southland isnāt low, even if heās a soldier. Wanting someone like Jillian Carter, a star, youād have to spend tens of thousands on the bride price, right? These tens of thousands, no matter what, weāve got to get them.
"Did you find out where Jillian Carter lives?" Mother Chip was concerned about this.
"Yes, sheās not in the Capital Province; sheās in the southland," Father Chip said, "Traveling by train would take more than ten hours. How can we old folks with old waist and arms endure that?"
"Why take the train? Dad, Mom, weāre so rich now, why take the train? Letās fly, and letās take that first class cabin so everyone gives way to us!" the chubby boy said, "Dad, letās fly to go see her."
"Our son is right~" Mother Chip praised repeatedly, her face full of pride, "As expected of my son, he understands everything, he doesnāt know any less than those who went to a good university."
After speaking, Mother Chip asked again, "Did you find out where Jillian Carterās foster parents live? When we arrive, should we first ask Jillian Carter for money, or go to the Carter Family to ask for Jillianās bride price?"
"Thatās something I donāt know." Father Chip shook his head, "But I did find out where Jillian Carter lives."
"Then letās go directly to Jillian Carter, and have her discuss the bride price with her foster parents." The chubby boy took out his mobile phone and started searching for airline tickets.
As soon as he opened it, he directly checked for first class tickets. Upon searching, first class tickets cost over five thousand per person, and the chubby boy immediately said, "Dad, Mom, quickly transfer money to my bank card. Iām buying tomorrowās flight tickets. Over five thousand per person, letās say six thousand, six times three is eighteen, transfer me eighteen thousand quickly. There arenāt many tickets left; if weāre late, we wonāt get them."
Mr. and Mrs. Chip were taken aback, "What?"
The couple was immediately shocked.
"This is robbery! Taking a flight, three people, costs over ten thousand!" Mother Chip yelled angrily, "Are you scamming your illiterate parents?"
Mother Chip didnāt attend a single day of school, and Father Chip only attended elementary school till second grade.
"Whoās scamming you? Look for yourselves! First class cabin, isnāt it five thousand eight per person, and thereās fuel surcharge and all sorts of other costs too!" the chubby boy exclaimed dismissively, "Am I someone who settles for something as petty? Do you think I care about tens of thousands?"
The chubby boy had never worked a day outside, never earned a cent, and his bank card had never held more than a 500-bucks balance. But at this moment, thinking about soon having 100 million in cash, the chubby boy couldnāt care less about these ten thousand or so.
Father Chip looked troubled, "Where am I and your mom going to get that kind of money?"
The couple was generally lazy, living a "three days of fishing, two days of nets drying" kind of life. If thereās a thousand left after paying rent, thatās considered fortunate.
Moreover, heās fond of wine; even if he has five bucks left, heāll head to the crossroads small grocery store to buy a bottle of beer.
Father Chip turned to his wife and asked, "How much money do you have, give it to our son."
Mother Chip promptly sat down on the ground and started crying bitterly, "You two are killing me! I manage the rent, feed and clothe both of you; where would I have money?"
Mother Chip had a few hundred left, but she wouldnāt easily give up the cash she had in her pocket.