“I don’t mean to discourage you, but actually, your son is already driving a Porsche Cayenne,” Liu Ping said with a smile.

"Huh? They're driving a Porsche? I haven't seen them before. When did this happen?" Chen Jianguo said, his eyes wide with disbelief.

"He was already driving it when he got back. The car is in the garage. Didn't you see how much space there is next to our house?" Liu Ping pointed in a direction and said.

"I didn't see it, I only saw the van," Chen Jianguo said, puzzled.

“He usually parks his car right in the yard, but yesterday, during the job interview, he was afraid someone would break in and scratch it, so he drove it into the garage, which is why you didn’t see it,” Liu Ping said with a shrug.

"Oh, I see," Chen Jianguo said, somewhat dejected.

"It's alright, your son is very sensible. He didn't say that at the time. I can tell he was quite happy about the gift you gave him."

Liu Ping smiled and offered her advice.

"Yes, my son is indeed a good kid, promising, and better than me," Chen Jianguo nodded, quite emotional.

The night passed just like that, and the next day, a few guests came to Chen Feng's house, who could hardly be considered welcome.

With a complicated expression, Zhang the Cripple held two thousand yuan in his hand and limped to Chen Feng's house.

Chen Feng and Chen Jianguo were chatting when they saw him arrive, and all three of them fell silent.

Looking at his former enemy, Chen Jianguo felt a mix of emotions.

"Jianguo, I heard you're back. I'm sorry about what happened back then."

"I don't have much money, just these two thousand yuan, consider it compensation for you." Zhang the Cripple slowly placed the stack of money that had been sitting at home for a long time in front of Chen Jianguo.

"I'm sorry, please accept it."

Zhang the Cripple leaned on his crutch, head bowed, and sighed.

Looking at the stack of money, Chen Jianguo admitted that he had thought before that one day when he returned, he would make them all suffer a terrible death.

They are the ones who caused me to become homeless and unable to return home.

But when it really came to this, Chen Jianguo looked at Zhang the Cripple, who was over fifty years old, limping, and not doing well, and he felt somewhat relieved.

They were actually village chief Ma's henchmen, and had no real grudge against Chen Jianguo; they were simply acting under Ma's orders.

Actually, it wouldn't have mattered who it was back then; Chen Jianguo would have gotten the same result.

Only those with the surname Ma are his mortal enemies, people he will never let go of no matter what.

On the contrary, Zhang the Cripple was disabled for the rest of his life after that battle. After being abandoned by the man surnamed Ma, he could only make a living by farming and lived a poor life. It can be said that he suffered retribution.

"Forget it, I just want to live a good life now that I'm back. Let bygones be bygones. As long as you stop targeting me, I won't make things difficult for you." Chen Jianguo stood up and finally sighed as he spoke.

"Jianguo, I..."

Upon hearing this, Zhang the Cripple raised his head, his eyes slightly red, feeling deeply ashamed and regretful.

"Alright, go back now. Take the money back with you. I don't need it anymore." Chen Jianguo handed the money back to him.

"I...I'm so sorry."

Looking at the wad of money in his hand, Zhang the Cripple choked up and was about to kneel down.

"Alright, alright, you're so old already, why are you still kneeling? Let bygones be bygones," Chen Jianguo said, helping him up.

"Jianguo, you're a good man. If you ever need my help, just let me know, and I'll do anything to help you, even if it means bowing my head to the ground." Zhang the Cripple held Chen Jianguo's hand, tears streaming down his face.

"Okay, I understand. Go back now," Chen Jianguo said, patting him on the shoulder.

"Why."

Zhang the Cripple held the money in his hand, nodded, and slowly turned to leave, just as Chen Feng spoke from behind him.

"Uncle Zhang, your brother?" Chen Feng didn't explain it clearly, but Zhang the Cripple immediately understood what he meant.

"Fengzi, don't worry, he won't talk nonsense," Zhang the Cripple assured him, turning around.

"That's good, take care, Uncle Zhang," Chen Feng said with a smile.

His relationship with these people is his father's own business; Chen Feng will not interfere or meddle in his father's choices.

However, if any of these people dare to rebel, then Chen Feng shouldn't blame him for being impolite.

After Zhang the Cripple left, the remaining people came over one after another to apologize to Chen Jianguo, and Chen Jianguo forgave them all.

"Dad, what did you say you were doing at the mine yesterday?" Chen Feng asked, handing him a cigarette.

“I did a lot of things in the mine. I had to take care of almost everything, from going down the mine to inspect the ore, to crushing and refining it. I could do almost everything.”

"This time when I left, the boss refused to let me go no matter what, and even said he would give me a raise. But I told him I was going home and it really had nothing to do with money, and only then did he reluctantly let me go."

"The boss was a really nice guy. I've been working for him for seven or eight years. Before I left, he gave me 100,000 yuan in one go, treated me to one last drink, and then saw me off."

Chen Jianguo took a drag of his cigarette, feeling quite emotional.

Actually, he was quite comfortable there and was happy to work with the boss. He was a very loyal and righteous person, and such a loyal and righteous boss is indeed rare.

But reality wouldn't allow him to continue. Compared to being free and unrestrained there, he definitely wanted to go home.

"Oh, that's perfect. You can lead the team to do the work. The machine will arrive in a couple of days." Chen Feng was quite pleasantly surprised to hear that.

He originally planned to do the research himself and lead others to do it, but he didn't expect his father to be an expert. This actually made things easier for Chen Feng, allowing him to avoid many detours.

"Didn't you find the right person? Is it inappropriate for me to step in like this?" Chen Jianguo asked.

This has happened before. In mines, it's very troublesome to suddenly change the leader, as the people below will become emotional.

"Hey, my mine isn't even open yet, why are you making such a fuss? I just hired people yesterday, you know that."

"Let's go take a look at the land. We'll find someone to start construction tomorrow, starting with something like a canteen."

As Chen Feng spoke, he grabbed the car keys, got into his father's car, and drove him to the fields.

Honestly, this car wasn't a complete waste of money. It's perfect for driving on rough roads like this. Although the Cayenne can also do it, its attributes are different. Every time it gets muddy on the road, Chen Feng feels bad and has to wash it when he gets back.

Once you start using this thing, you won't feel bad about damaging it; you can just do whatever you want with it.

The two quickly arrived at Du Jin's land. Chen Feng told him where the gold mine was and took out the survey map from the land bureau at that time.

Chen Jianguo was indeed a professional. He looked at the blueprints and combined them with the actual orientation, and quickly determined the location.

“We’ll build a canteen and rest and office areas right here. This place is perfect, and the prefabricated houses we’re building won’t take long at all.”