"Uncle, if Uncle Bai knew you'd awakened your wind powers, he'd probably come to your door in a huge sedan chair, begging you to join the Qilin Special Forces! In Qilin, strength is everything, and you don't have to underestimate your age. I'm sure you'll have a ton of fans after you join the team. Surviving a disaster is bound to bring good fortune, and look! Your good fortune has arrived!"

"Hahaha, I love to hear that! My niece-in-law is indeed a top student at the Capital University, and she speaks with such skill! But forget about the fanboys, the more fangirls the better! To be honest, I've been feeling nervous recently when I think about joining Qilin. I have no complaints about starting as a soldier in the team, but what if the superpower is a useless auxiliary one, or a miscellaneous one, wouldn't I be waiting to be laughed at? What if my identity as Wen Yuan's uncle is exposed again, where would Wen Yuan's face be? Where would Lao Luo's face be? Oh my - fortunately, God has been kind to me, pitying me for wasting thirteen years of my youth, and compensating me with an awesome wind-type superpower. Now I'm going to Qilin and see who dares to blow his wings in front of me. I'm going to let him fly like a kite!"

Following Luo Shaohui's bold words, the three of them sped away on a motorboat, leaving only a rolling white water line and jubilantly jumping dolphins on the sea.

The next day, Luo Wenyuan, Qingshan, Luo Shaohui and Luo Shaolan left the United States and finally arrived in China after more than ten hours of flight.

Originally, Tong Youwei and Tong Nina were going to come back together, but it happened that a large-scale opera in Hollywood started casting, and Tong Youwei, the person in charge, could not leave. Luo Shaolan was worried about her husband staying alone, so she asked Tong Nina to stay in the United States as well. She took the opportunity to rent a shop and handle business procedures, and wait for Tong Youwei to finish this work before coming back with him.

Luo Shaohui had been "dead" thirteen years earlier, his identity long since cancelled, and he had no bank accounts. The Chinese Embassy had issued him a temporary passport, allowing him to return to China. The compensation from the Ability Bureau was temporarily placed on Luo Wenyuan's card, while Luo Shaohui gave the house and car to Tong Nina as a dowry.

As soon as he got off the plane and stepped onto the land of China, Luo Shaohui's eyes became hot and he almost fainted again.

Although he had heard from Wenyuan and Qingshan about the changes in China over the past decade before returning, seeing is believing. On the way from the Capital Airport to the Luo Family Courtyard, Luo Shaohui felt his eyes were almost inadequate. My goodness, when did the capital have so many skyscrapers? And even the five-lane, two-way roads were jammed with traffic. Did everyone in the capital have a car?

The biggest change is in the mental outlook and dress of the Chinese people. They are no longer in the dull colors of black, gray, white and blue. Young people are dressing more and more brightly and beautifully, even more fashionable than Americans.

Seeing that his uncle was in high spirits, Luo Wenyuan asked the taxi driver to drive around the Second Ring Road without telling him the destination address.

Seeing Luo Shaohui glancing around, the driver, remembering the people he'd met at the international exit, suddenly determined they were returning overseas Chinese. He immediately deployed his signature capital-of-the-world flair, introducing the new look and feel of the capital to the entire group. Combining official and unofficial history with folklore, he recounted a slew of recent anecdotes. Even longtime local Luo Wenyuan was stunned, not to mention the other three.

With laughter and joy all the way, they soon arrived at the gate of the Luo family courtyard. The driver became very nervous as soon as he entered the alley. Everyone in the capital knew this courtyard. The people living in it were the founding fathers of China and the current pillars, the core of power. These people actually came here, so they must be rich or noble, and maybe even relatives of the "core". He had just chatted in the car, and he didn't know if he said anything taboo. If he offended others, he would be in big trouble!

So when Luo Wenyuan threw down a hundred yuan, he heard the driver shout, "Okay, see you later!", and drove away with a kick on the accelerator, leaving Luo Wenyuan holding the fifty yuan in his hand, confused:

Doesn't the meter say 150? I've heard of drivers rounding off the fare, but isn't rounding off a third a bit too much?