Apocalypse + Rebirth + Other Dimension Stockpiling + Base Building + No System + No Superpowers + No Zombies
On July 5, 2025, a beam of high-energy particles pierced the sun, instantly draini...
"Hehe, Uncle Feng... actually, you don't need to be so hostile towards me. I was indeed fortunate enough to be selected as a 'National Outstanding Youth' last year. To be honest, at the beginning of this year, I almost got selected as one of the 'Touching China 2025 Person of the Year'." Chen Yu said with a smile, and even changed his form of address in order to get closer to Feng Zhengyang.
After all, he and Feng Xinran were old acquaintances, so it wasn't wrong for him to call Feng Xinran's father "uncle".
Judging from Feng Xinran's attitude, she wants to facilitate cooperation between herself and Feng Zhengyang. If that's the case, then there's no need to worry about Feng Xinran reporting him on his behalf.
So he struck while the iron was hot and began to use his past identity to gain Feng Zhengyang's trust.
"It's you?" Feng Zhengyang seemed to have remembered Chen Yu's identity at this moment, and he asked with a surprised look.
"Hehe, I think so," Chen Yu said with a smile.
“Chen Yu, the philanthropist with billions, huh, interesting, interesting! I should have thought of this sooner.” Feng Zhengyang laughed self-deprecatingly. Of course, he had heard of Chen Yu’s name, but when he heard Feng Xinran calling him “Chen Yu” repeatedly, he thought it was just a coincidence of names or pronunciation. He never expected that the “Chen Yu” in front of him was actually the famous “Chen Yu”.
"Uncle Feng, you flatter me. I'm just doing what I can to make a small contribution to my hometown," Chen Yu said modestly.
"Who the hell is your uncle?" Feng Zhengyang glared at Chen Yu, his tone unfriendly. "Also, I was just quoting what those ignorant media called you, 'a billionaire philanthropist'? What a joke! Can any of you private capitalists be a good person? You're just using charity as a pretext to achieve your ulterior personal goals."
"It seems Uncle Feng still has some prejudice against me. Oh well, we'll have plenty of time to get to know each other, and you'll gradually understand me." Chen Yu smiled, not angry at Feng Zhengyang's cold attitude.
Judging from Feng Zhengyang's tone, it's much better than before, which is a significant improvement.
I never imagined that the title I acquired before the natural disaster to facilitate the construction of my post-apocalyptic bunker would still be of some use now.