Reaching the age of thirty, my income randomly doubled

Leaving Longhu Mountain.

Next stop, the junction of three provinces, the Hubei-Henan-Anhui Revolutionary Base, Dabie Mountains.

They didn't stay long here, mainly because they had visited Zhangjiajie before.

The mountains there are the real miracles.

Reaching Dabie Mountains was like entering the gate of Hubei, with Wuhan up next.

After Wuhan, the next stop was Sha City, and his hometown was in a secluded village just below it.

Having traveled for more than a week, they were nearly home.

The family decided to enjoy Wuhan for two days, given its Yellow Crane Tower where in the past, one could only see the departing yellow crane.

A thousand years passed, and the Yellow Crane Tower still stands on the banks of the Yangtze River, watching the tides rise and fall amidst the white clouds and blue skies.

The number one tower under heaven.

There was also the East Lake Scenic Area, the largest urban lake scenic area in the country, which they naturally wanted to visit.

While his family was still in Wuhan and as the year drew to a close, more and more people who worked outside started their journey home to their remote village.

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Southern Province, Sha City, Wangcai Village.

The village's name had a nice ring to it, Wangcai, hoping that all the young people in the village could become accomplished.

Wangcai Village was only about forty kilometers from downtown Sha City. They'd been talking about planning and demolition since the year before last.

Many young people in the village had been eagerly waiting for the demolition day, the day Panamera arrived.

The village entrance was getting busier as the Small New Year approached.

The young people working outside who returned, especially those who bought nice cars, had to buy three strings of firecrackers at the village store to make some noise.

The main attraction was the lively crowd.

A black Mercedes slowly drove up and stopped in front of the store, a middle-aged man with a slicked-back hair alighted.

The middle-aged man was slightly overweight and probably had half a bottle of gel in his hair, enough to suffocate any mosquito that flew into it.

This middle-aged man named Chang Fu was already in his early thirties and still unmarried, always bringing a different girlfriend home each year.

"Boss, give me five strings."

Chang Fu was quite influential in the village, always competing with Chen Pingsheng for the top spot.

He couldn't beat him in fights, and they'd been fighting from primary through middle school, making others think they didn't get along.

Those who came to stir trouble didn't know that they could hit each other.

If outsiders came, absolutely not, whoever it was had to face Chang Fu upfront while the other sneakily pulled down the outsider's pants.

"Oh, Chang Fu is back, did you switch cars again this year?"

"Switch cars? That's nothing."

Chang Fu said, "It's just a small S-class Mercedes, nothing remarkable or expensive, just over a million."

"Impressive, impressive."

The clever shop owner gave a thumbs-up. Happy, Chang Fu grabbed a few fifty-pack betel nuts and Peace and Prosperity.

Not handed out one by one but in packs for each person.

"They say old Chen made a fortune outside, but I, Chang Fu, don't believe it. Did that kid come back this year or not?"

A few people were playing Mahjong there, several of them classmates.

"Heard he's reached Wuhan, should be here in a couple of days."

Chang Fu greasily stroked his side-parted hair, "Just reached Wuhan, huh? Don't mention to him that I'm driving an S-class Mercedes when he gets back. I want to shock him blind with my titanium alloy dog eyes."

He really made money this year, mainly by seizing a good opportunity.

The girls he'd brought along entered into livestreaming, which was really lucrative these days.

Wealthy patrons, eager for the attention of his livestreaming ladies, were really willing to spend big.

Last year, Chang Fu was disappointed not to see Chen Pingsheng.

This year, he must show off in front of him.

Let him know his place and call him "big brother" humbly from now on.

"Chang Fu, looks like you're going to be hosting the alumni gathering this year."

"Of course, I have to."

Chang Fu proudly declared, "No one needs to spend a dime this year at the alumni gathering; I, Chang Fu, have got it covered. Everyone just needs to show up."

"Chang Fu is mighty."

"Haha."

It's tough outside; if you can't show off when you come home, then the year's work was all for nothing.

Just as Chang Fu was about to leave, another big black car slowly approached.

"Who's that coming back, driving that big van?"

"A van?"

Chang Fu, with his hands in his pockets and full of swagger, commented, "I told you all to study more, but you insisted on feeding pigs. How is that a van? It's a B-headed Brabus, the top-class Mercedes business van in the country."

"Anyone who can drive this car back to the village must be worth tens of millions outside."

"This couldn't be old Chen, could it?"

"That guy? With a wife and kids to support? If he could drive this car, I, Chang Fu, would write my name backwards."

No sooner had Chang Fu finished his words than the driver's side window rolled down, and Chen Qi grinned, "Chang Fu bro, Happy New Year."

Damn it.

This pretty much removed all doubt, it had to be old Chen returning to the village.

Chang Fu was embarrassed, but nobody else seemed to notice.

Just because he was always bragging and often ended up being contradicted.

When the car doors opened, the middle two rows were automatic.

"Wow, truly the top-class Mercedes business van in the country!"

Chen Pingsheng smiled, "You knew that?"

"I didn't at first, but Chang Fu just explained it to me."

How fast you forget the favours you owe others, huh?

Chang Fu, with his neck outstretched and half-turned, flashed the S300 label from behind himself.

It was all about recognition.

"Old Chen, where'd you rent that from?"

"Uncle Chang Fu." Little An'an ran down, beaming as he called out.

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