Corpse Recovery Diver-Chapter 1315 - 240

Li Sanjiang's lips trembled, wanting to say something comforting, but not knowing what to say. He walked over to Mr. Shan, patted him hard on the shoulder, and then grabbed his clothes, trying to pull him up.

Mr. Shan refused to get up and shook his arm.

"Shan Pao, the kids are watching, what kind of behavior is this."

Mr. Shan took a deep breath, his eyes red, and said, "Marquis Runsheng was also my child, my child... is gone."

Li Sanjiang steeled his heart, decided not to hold back, and instead cursed:

"Bah, in our line of work, we believe in seeing people alive and seeing corpses if they're dead. Now without even any concrete news, you're sentencing Marquis Runsheng to death just because you won money?"

"Li Sanjiang..."

"I'm saying, Runsheng should be doing just fine now. If something unfortunate happened to him, it would be because you, as his grandfather, cursed him."

"You!"

"Little Yuanhou." Li Sanjiang turned to look at Li Zhiyuan.

"Grandmaster."

"Did you hear Runsheng's voice the last time you called?"

"I heard it."

"See what I mean." Li Sanjiang looked down at Mr. Shan. "Today isn't any festival to invite you here for a meal; it was because Marquis Runsheng said over the phone that he misses you."

Mr. Shan turned his head, still unwilling to stand, and said, "Marquis Sanjiang, but I won money!"

"Winning money is nothing." Li Sanjiang raised his voice, "It's likely that someone set you up. Haven't you always lost whenever you gamble and never borrowed money to gamble? Someone is trying to lure you in with a taste of sweetness!"

"What do I have to lose from being lured in? That old house is barely worth anything even if I mortgage it."

"Isn't Marquis Runsheng doing quite well now? The last time Little Yuanhou's teacher came to my house, even the local leaders accompanied him.

They must have heard something and realized that Marquis Runsheng from your family is making something of himself, capable of earning money now.

It's not like they can squeeze anything from you, but if you truly fall into a trap, end up owing money, won't Marquis Runsheng help you pay it back?"

Li Sanjiang pointed at the money Mr. Shan had just thrown on the ground:

"Do you think that's money you won? No, that money is only temporarily in your hands. After a while, you'll have to return it several times over, with interest!"

Mr. Shan's face lit up with surprise: "Really...?"

Li Sanjiang: "Shan Pao, we've known each other for so many years, I'd rather believe the sun will rise from the west tomorrow than believe you could win money gambling. Honestly, do you have that kind of luck?"

Mr. Shan immediately shook his head: "No!"

"Isn't that settled? You're just getting old and missing what's obvious."

"I..."

Li Zhiyuan spoke: "Mr. Shan, Brother Runsheng is quite busy on site. I'll call over there later when they return to the dormitory, and you can talk with Brother Runsheng yourself, okay?"

Li Sanjiang looked at Li Zhiyuan in some surprise, his expression clearly saying: Is it really true that Marquis Runsheng is fine?

Even though he was comforting Shan Pao, when Shan Pao mentioned winning money recently, Li Sanjiang had actually accepted the possibility that something might have happened to Runsheng.

Mr. Shan looked excitedly at the young man: "Really?"

"Really. Alright, after we eat, I'll call the construction site in advance to notify Brother Runsheng, so we can contact him tonight."

"Alright, let's do that, let's do that."

Mr. Shan wiped his eyes vigorously with the back of his hand, stood up swiftly without assistance, and quickly changed his tears to laughter.

Li Zhiyuan knew that Mr. Shan wasn't convinced by his words; rather, he had convinced himself.

At times like this, as long as there's a sliver of hope, no matter if it's just a dream, people will cling to it desperately.

Li Sanjiang: "Hurry up and pick up the money. Haven't you shown off enough, throwing money around like that."

Mr. Shan bent down to pick up the money while Li Sanjiang assisted.

Li Zhiyuan didn't go over to help, and Lin Shuyou instinctively wanted to join in, but then realized it wasn't appropriate and stopped.

Li Sanjiang, being in the same generation, can help pick it up without issue, but if the younger people help, how could the elders comfortably accept the money from them?

After gathering the money, Li Sanjiang handed a wad to Mr. Shan, who accepted it, wiped his finger on his lower lip, and began counting the bills.

"Little Yuanhou, this is yours."

"Well, You Hou, this is yours."

Glancing around the yard with the thickest wad left, Mr. Shan wondered aloud: "Where's that girl, Meng Hou?"

Li Sanjiang kicked Mr. Shan in the rear and laughed: "The sun really must be rising from the west today, with you handing out money to the kids. With how you're living, who would dare accept your money? If they take it today, they'll see you starving tomorrow!"

"You think you'd lend the kids money and earn interest here?"

"Li Sanjiang, you're full of nonsense!"

Li Zhiyuan: "Mr. Shan, if Brother Runsheng returns before you lose all the money, give it to him and let Brother Runsheng pick up the tab for us; it'll make us feel better."

Mr. Shan's face reddened with embarrassment, and he said to Li Zhiyuan, "Little Yuanhou, why are you just like your grandmaster, teasing your great-uncle?"

"Bah, you're the one feeling unjust? Let's go. I told Ting Hou last night to prepare a few dishes this morning, let's have a drink, take a nap, and call Runsheng in the evening!"

Li Sanjiang pulled Mr. Shan into the house, and Aunt Liu quickly brought out the food and drinks.