"Should we still call him that?" Zheng Ping hesitated.

He knew Chen Feng had arrived late at night and hadn't slept for more than a few hours, but if he didn't call him, Fengzi would have wasted his whole morning.

The group was undecided, but Huang Fei slapped his thigh and decided, "It's okay, I'll go ask. It's not a big deal."

Huang Fei came to the back of Chen Feng's car, pulled hard on the trunk lid, and found that it was locked, so he reached out and patted the trunk lid.

After patting the glass several times, Huang Fei pressed his face against it and saw that Chen Feng moved slightly inside, but still didn't seem to be getting up.

So he patted it hard again, and Chen Feng finally sat up slightly from the bed, looking at the back of the car with his eyes still half-closed.

Chen Feng looked around and saw what appeared to be a distorted face on the rear window. He muttered something, sat up, and opened the lid.

"Holy crap, what the hell is that stuck on my car...?"

As Huang Fei opened the cargo bed, he was unexpectedly bumped in the nose. He cried out in pain and then lifted the cargo bed cover.

Chen Feng climbed to the side of the carriage and looked at the crowd approaching.

"What, you're all up?"

"Look at the time, it's time to get to work," Yin Xing said with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Chen Feng subconsciously picked up his phone and glanced at it, only then realizing what time it was.

"You still can't shop today?" Zheng Ping asked.

"I'm not going to shop anymore. I didn't arrive until after 2 a.m. last night, and I think I didn't go to sleep until 3 a.m. I didn't get more than two hours of sleep in total."

"I'll take a day off today and we'll talk about it tomorrow." Chen Feng waved his hand repeatedly; he was truly exhausted.

I hadn't gotten enough rest during this time in the abandoned mine in the small village, and I was getting up early and coming back late every day.

Plus, he didn't go to bed until almost 3 a.m. yesterday, so he really couldn't hold on any longer.

"Okay, we just came to see if you were asleep. If you are, that's fine. Go back to sleep." Huang Fei said, rubbing his nose.

Upon hearing this, Chen Feng couldn't help but roll his eyes at Huang Fei.

However, he also knew that they were afraid he wouldn't be able to get up and would delay the gold panning time.

"Brother, you should get some sleep. We'll come find you again tonight," Lin Nian said with a chuckle as he peeked out from the back of the crowd.

"Okay, you guys go ahead, I'm going back to sleep." Chen Feng yawned, waved his hand, took a few steps back, and plopped down on his small bed.

Everyone, armed with detectors, began their gold-panning adventure.

Chen Feng slept until after 3 p.m., but he was actually woken up by the heat in the train carriage.

He sat up, checked the time, yawned, opened the trunk lid, and casually took out a cigarette and lit it.

He took a drag, got out of the car, walked a few steps, and went to the restroom with a cigarette in his mouth.

He only returned after shivering and pulling up his pants.

He was actually a little hungry, but when he looked at the time, it was almost time for dinner. After thinking about it for a moment, he didn't cook anything and just ate some bread to tide him over.

You know what, watching them pan for gold in the middle of the afternoon while I leaned against my little bed was actually pretty cool.

No wonder Huang Fei always comes back around noon, then lies down on his little bed. That kid knows how to enjoy life.

Chen Feng's original plan was to go to Qiuling City today to sell the goods, and then pick out a cinnamon dog for Duoduo.

I didn't expect to sleep until this late today. What's the point of going now? By the time I get back, it will be dark.

I might as well go by myself tomorrow; one more day won't make a difference.

With a sausage dangling from his mouth, Chen Feng got into the van. Sure enough, Huang Fei was lying in the driver's seat, reading a novel and leisurely resting with his eyes closed.

Upon seeing his expression, Chen Feng immediately lowered his voice and listened carefully. He discovered that the man was listening to a horror novel, and at the most crucial moment, even the voice actor's voice became tense.

Chen Feng grinned, slowed his pace, and quietly walked up. When he heard, "He opened the door, and suddenly a pale face appeared in the doorway,"...

Chen Feng seized the opportunity and grabbed Huang Fei's groin.

"Holy crap!"

Huang Fei was terrified by this, clutching his crotch and nearly jumping up. He looked around in horror, his forehead instantly covered in cold sweat.

Hahahaha…

When Chen Feng saw Huang Fei like this, he almost laughed himself to death while squatting in the car.

"Holy shit, I almost thought a female ghost crawled out of the radio just now, you son of a bitch..."

Huang Fei, still shaken, wiped his forehead and cursed irritably.

"I was just trying to cool you down on this hot day. Look at all the cold sweat on your forehead. Are you feeling better now?" Chen Feng stood up and laughed.

"This is damn cool, I almost caught a chill," Huang Fei said, lying back in the driver's seat and taking a deep breath.

"You coward, you're even listening to horror novels now? You're hopeless." Chen Feng mocked mercilessly.

"Isn't this boring? This thing sounds pretty exciting. I didn't even notice when you came up here. Did you wake up?" Huang Fei asked, turning his head.

"What time is it? You're still not awake. I'm starving." Chen Feng sat down next to him and handed him a cigarette.

"Wait a little longer, they'll be back in a bit. How was the place you went to this time?" Huang Fei asked curiously, taking the cigarette.

"The goods here are bigger than here, and they're actually quite good, but they're generally buried deep. If you go there, you'll probably need to change your equipment," Chen Feng said, lighting the way for him.

"Hiss, phew... How much would it cost to replace the equipment?" Huang Fei asked, taking a drag of his cigarette.

“They bought that machine ten years ago for over six thousand yuan. I reckon it would cost us about the same now,” Chen Feng replied.

"Damn, that's not cheap. I just earned this much, and now I'm going to lose it all?" Huang Fei felt a pang of heartache.

"Let's see, see if you want to go. It's okay to shop here." We'll have to wait until they get back to discuss this further; Chen Feng can't make the decision for them.

The two chatted for a while, and soon it was past five o'clock. Seeing that someone was coming back, they got up to build a campfire.

When the two of them finished building the campfire, everyone else returned. Yin Xing, carrying the machine, couldn't help but chuckle when he saw Chen Feng working.

"Look, it has to be my brother Feng, he gets to work as soon as he gets back."

Chen Feng smiled and waved his hand at him, telling him to stop with his useless nonsense.

Zheng Ping lit the campfire, and Lin Nian naturally sat down next to Chen Feng. Chen Feng patted his head hard, and Lin Nian lowered his head and smiled shyly.

"Fengzi, you know what? Yin Xing landed a huge hit this time, he's really awesome. It's a pity you didn't get to eat the celebratory noodles."

Zheng Ping turned around and eagerly spoke to Chen Feng.

“I know, Dafei told me everything.”

With Dafei's big mouth, Chen Feng knew everything in two hours.

Zheng Ping rolled his eyes at Huang Fei upon hearing this, clearly resentful that he hadn't been asked to say such a thing.

"Did he tell you how much it's worth?" Yin Xing asked with a smug smile.