Pretty and charming, dressed in the 90s, she's good at everything from making money to causing

Feng Hui was aware of Uncle Zhang's greed and tacitly approved of it.

For Feng Hui, how much money he spent on this matter was not important at all; what mattered was "making friends".

Make friends with someone like Uncle Zhang.

His budget for acquiring the textile factory was five million, so he didn't care who ended up with that five million, as long as the deal was done.

He was even willing to give Uncle Zhang more—the stronger their "friendship" was, the more tightly their interests were bound together.

Uncle Zhang lived up to expectations; the very next day, he seized the time to get things done at the textile factory.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the capital, a very sensible person carefully told another person about Young Master Feng's recent troubles.

After listening, he was stunned for a while, and then asked, grasping the key point, "Is that girl a celestial being? Is she worth these two young masters fighting over?"

The secretary, naturally knowing best what kind of person her boss was, handed her a photo with a coquettish tone.

"Tsk... I would have hit him too."

The shopkeeper held the photo and commented, then took a puff of his cigar: "Young Master Feng is unhappy, so let's help him vent his anger."

……

Four trucks were traveling on the national highway from north to south, fully loaded with goods.

"Brother Tiger, why do you always follow the car?" The young man driving asked, a cigarette dangling from his lips, trying to make conversation because he was feeling sleepy.

Zhang Erhu glanced at him with disdain: "It's all because you guys are useless and just living off your past achievements. If I let you be polite for another two years, all my bad reputation will be gone!"

The underling, slightly indignant after being mocked, retorted, "Brother Tiger, you look down on me! I have four underlings now!"

Zhang Erhu chuckled and ruffled his hair: "Then I misjudged you. Now I have to call you Brother Ming."

"Hehehe... I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare..." The underling blushed slightly and awkwardly changed the subject, "Brother Tiger, I heard from Xiao Qian that Boss Lin is in Beijing recently? Why didn't we go and say hello when we passed by yesterday?"

"Hey, you're pretty well-informed," Zhang Erhu glanced at him and said casually, "The boss always has important business when he goes out, so don't gossip about where he goes."

"Isn't that what they said..."

"They're just saying what they want to say, don't spread rumors. If something really happens, it'll cause trouble for Sister Yun."

Zhang Erhu taught him carefully.

The younger brother nodded as if he understood, but didn't argue.

After a moment, he rubbed the steering wheel and asked again, "Brother Tiger, when we pass by Laoxia Village for lunch later, can I ask for leave?"

Zhang Erhu casually asked, "Where are you going?"

The younger brother rubbed his bald head, quite pleased with himself: "The village chief's daughter and I get along really well, I'm thinking..."

Zhang Erhu was utterly astonished: "Damn, kid, you're amazing! You got it working after just a few trips!"

Zhang Erhu simply couldn't understand it.

In just a few meals, how did this kid manage to strike up a conversation with the village chief's daughter?

"Hey hey hey..."

The younger brother didn't say anything explicitly, but just turned his head and looked at Zhang Erhu expectantly.

Zhang Erhu clicked his tongue and waved his hand: "Alright, go ahead, just don't cause any deaths."

"No way! Xiaohua is a respectable girl! Brother, don't talk nonsense!"

Zhang Erhu hit the nail on the head: "What good is it if you're a proper girl, and not proper at all?"

"Brother! I'm serious! I really like her!"

His lips curled up involuntarily, and he said with a hint of pride, "Brother Tiger, I've made up my mind. I'll work for another two years, earn enough money, then go to her house to propose marriage, and then open a repair shop... Then when you pass by again, I can still drink with my brothers."

He spoke with utmost seriousness, his eyes bright and sparkling with hope for the future.

Zhang Erhu looked at him, paused for a moment, and then smiled: "Okay, you do a good job. If you don't have enough money to open the shop, I'll give you some."

"Really?"

"real."

"Thank you bro!"

Zhang Erhu patted his head again: "Drive carefully, go see your girlfriend."

"okay!"

After driving for more than half an hour, we finally arrived at Laoxia Village, which the young man had been longing to visit.

It wasn't lunchtime yet, and there was a girl under the big tree at the entrance of the village.

She wasn't particularly pretty, and she was wearing a floral cotton-padded jacket, craning her neck to look north.

Upon seeing the truck, she took two steps forward, then pulled her feet back, craning her neck even further as she squinted to try and see the license plate.

The young man honked the horn twice.

The melodious sound of the flute echoed the girl's waiting.

The little girl in the floral-patterned jacket smiled and ran over, not caring how much dust the truck would kick up.

The truck was parked on the side of the road when Zhang Erhu called out to the young man.

He turned around, took a small box from the back seat, and handed it to him: "It's a new necklace from Boss Lin's company. It was originally for Sister Yun. Pick one to please your boyfriend."

The young man froze instantly, staring at the beautiful necklace, at a loss for words: "Brother Tiger, how could I dare take something meant for Sister Yun..."

Zhang Erhu sneered, pressed his shoulder to prevent him from getting out of the car, and made a phone call to Yang Meiyun.

Yang Meiyun was patient. After listening to Zhang Erhu finish speaking, she even laughed: "Why are you two old men so stingy? I heard that the things over there are all in sets. Pick a whole set for your sister-in-law... Tell Mingzi that he shouldn't be idle now that he's getting married. When he comes back, go to the warehouse and arrange a job for him. I'll give him a red envelope when he gets married."

Mingzi pressed his ear against the mobile phone and heard Yang Meiyun's words clearly without Zhang Erhu relaying them.

He was stunned for a long time. By the time he finally came to his senses and tremblingly said, "Thank you, Sister Yun," Zhang Erhu had already hung up the phone.

"Hurry up, don't keep the girl waiting."

Zhang Erhu gave him a push.

Mingzi seemed to have just come back to her senses. She caught sight of Xiaohua's red cotton-padded jacket, picked out a set of red necklace, bracelet, and earrings, and jumped out of the car.

Zhang Erhu didn't rush to get out of the car. He watched with a smile as the two of them strolled off to the side, all lovey-dovey, before finally pushing open the car door and jumping out.

"Hey, come down, have some food and rest for a while."

He greeted them.

Laoxia Village is not far from the national highway. Besides farming, the villagers also do business with passing trucks, and there is a designated parking area. The meals are farm-style dishes, and the alcohol is homemade sorghum liquor. If you want to stay overnight, you can, but there are only large communal sleeping areas.

I don't know if it's because Mingzi has some influence here, but their rice had more meat than the table next to them.

After three hours of eating and resting, Zhang Erhu finally called out to his sweetheart, whom he had been whispering to, "Mingzi, why don't you stay here? I'll drive back."

"Hey, Tiger, you're just making fun of me," Mingzi said with a grin. "I'm coming right now!"

As he spoke, he quietly squeezed Xiaohua's hand, "Then I'm leaving."

Xiaohua's face turned bright red. She kicked him in the butt and said gently, "Get lost, and don't swagger around on the street."

"Hey!"

Mingzi happily agreed, not even bothering to pat the shoe print on her bottom.

Just before he got into the car, Xiaohua chased after him, stuffed a cloth bag into his arms, and then ran away without saying a word.

Two long, black, shiny braids swung behind her, seemingly bewitching.

Mingzi lifted the cloth bag; inside was a bag of boiled eggs.

Before they even left the village, they heard the sounds of chickens and dogs running wild at the village chief's house.

"You little brat, you've given away all the eggs you saved up?"

"..."

Zhang Erhu patted Mingzi on the shoulder: "Hurry up and drive."

Mingzi was quite surprised: "Brother Hu, are you scared?"

"Then I'll go beat up your father-in-law?"

"..."

Mingzi decisively started the car and accelerated wildly.

He touched the eggs in his arms, thinking to himself that he was now his father-in-law's savior, and that proposing marriage would probably go very smoothly in the future...

Before he could finish his thought, the car suddenly jolted.

He didn't pay attention, assuming he had just run over a stone.

This kind of bumpy ride is so common that it's nothing to worry about.

However, the next second, an abnormal, violent jolt was accompanied by a sound that could almost rupture eardrums.