The Understated Dragon Lord

Chapter 277 An Ungrateful Woman Despite Oliver's chiding, Emily wasn't done yet. "Brittany, it's Grandpa's 80th birthday, and my husband brought an antique worth a million dollars. And your boyfriend only brought two bottles of booze that I doubt are even worth ten dollars. Even if they're not poisoned, it's just too shabby, isn't it?" Emily's remarks brought Daniel to a stop right in the middle of his meal. He decided it was tto shut this ungrateful woman up for good. "My gift is aged liquor. It's fifty-year-old vodka, and each bottle is worth over a million dollars." His blunt honesty sparked howls of laughter from everyone around. "Ha ha ha ha..." After the laughter subsided, the whispers began. "What? Two dirty bottles of vodka from fifty years ago, each worth a million dollars?" "A million-dollar bottle of alcohol wrapped in a dirty plastic bag?" "Fifty-year-old vodka? Does he really think we're that gullible?" "This kind of 'aged' liquor is all over the internet. A well-done vintage replica sells for two or three hundred. But if it looks like this, we can tell it's fake at a glance. I bet it doesn't cost more than a few tens of dollars!" The relatives scoffed at Daniel, but Oliver had had enough. "Enough! Shut your mouths!" He bellowed, silencing the crowd. "Daniel, you gavetwo bottles of liquor. Whether they're valuable or cheap, I appreciate your thoughtfulness. But you can't lie, son." Oliver wasn't the type to scorn the poor and fawn over the rich. He was an honest farmer who enjoyed lively company. It didn't matter who cto celebrate his birthday; he was happy just to be remembered. He didn't care about the value of the gifts.

"Old sir, I did not lie to you. The bottles I brought are indeed fifty-year-old vodkas, each really worth one million dollars." Daniel's words seemed to spark srealization in Emily. "Don't pretend I don't know what you're planning, country boy!" she accused.

"And what plan is that?" Daniel asked.

"You bring two worthless bottles of liquor and claim they're worth a million dollars each, totaling two million dollars. With a gift so expensive, what could my family possibly give you in return? The only explanation is that you want something special-you want my family to marry Brittany off to you! But I'm telling you, you haven't got a chance of marrying Brittany! You're not worthy! You're a poor country boy who can only afford a broken pickup truck and tells nothing but lies. Brittany is meant to marry someone rich! Although she's not as beautiful as me, she won't marry someone as successful as my husband, who manages major city projects. But with Brittany's looks, marrying a small business owner or a white-collar worker shouldn't be a problem." Emily managed to achieve three things with her tirade: she affirmed the notion of Daniel, the country boy, wanting to marry Brittany; she praised herself, painting her husband as an extraordinary catch; and she didn't forget to demean Brittany in the process.

Chapter 277 An Ungrateful Woman Despite Oliver's chiding, Emily wasn't done yet. "Brittany, it's Grandpa's 80th birthday, and my husband brought an antique worth a million dollars. And your boyfriend only brought two bottles of booze that I doubt are even worth ten dollars. Even if they're not poisoned, it's just too shabby, isn't it?" Emily's remarks brought Daniel to a stop right in the middle of his meal. He decided it was tto shut this ungrateful woman up for good. "My gift is aged liquor. It's fifty-year-old vodka, and each bottle is worth over a million dollars." His blunt honesty sparked howls of laughter from everyone around. "Ha ha ha ha..." After the laughter subsided, the whispers began. "What? Two dirty bottles of vodka from fifty years ago, each worth a million dollars?" "A million-dollar bottle of alcohol wrapped in a dirty plastic bag?" "Fifty-year-old vodka? Does he really think we're that gullible?" "This kind of 'aged' liquor is all over the internet. A well-done vintage replica sells for two or three hundred. But if it looks like this, we can tell it's fake at a glance. I bet it doesn't cost more than a few tens of dollars!" The relatives scoffed at Daniel, but Oliver had had enough. "Enough! Shut your mouths!" He bellowed, silencing the crowd. "Daniel, you gavetwo bottles of liquor. Whether they're valuable or cheap, I appreciate your thoughtfulness. But you can't lie, son."

Oliver wasn't the type to scorn the poor and fawn over the rich. He was an honest farmer who enjoyed lively company. It didn't matter who cto celebrate his birthday; he was happy just to be remembered. He didn't care about the value of the gifts. "Old sir, I did not lie to you. The bottles I brought are indeed fifty-year-old vodkas, each really worth one million dollars." Daniel's words seemed to spark srealization in Emily. "Don't pretend I don't know what you're planning, country boy!" she accused.

"And what plan is that?" Daniel asked.

"You bring two worthless bottles of liquor and claim they're worth a million dollars each, totaling two million dollars. With a gift so expensive, what could my family possibly give you in return? The only explanation is that you want something special-you want my family to marry Brittany off to you! But I'm telling you, you haven't got a chance of marrying Brittany! You're not worthy! You're a poor country boy who can only afford a broken pickup truck and tells nothing but lies. Brittany is meant to marry someone rich! Although she's not as beautiful as me, she won't marry someone as successful as my husband, who manages major city projects. But with Brittany's looks, marrying a small business owner or a white-collar worker shouldn't be a problem."

Emily managed to achieve three things with her tirade: she affirmed the notion of Daniel, the country boy, wanting to marry Brittany; she praised herself, painting her husband as an extraordinary catch; and she didn't forget to demean Brittany in the process. X