The villagers were abuzz with discussion, shaking their heads in dismay. Some felt sorry for him, some were gloating, and some were waiting to see him make a fool of himself—there were all sorts of reactions.
Chen Feng, who was in the fields every day, had no idea what they were thinking; all that was happening was a map gradually taking shape in his mind.
"Dujin's mine has the largest share and is the deepest, so we can mine his mine first and leave the others for later."
"It's estimated that even if we only have Du Jin's mine, it won't be finished in at least five years. Li Laoqi, you guys don't have to worry. Let me show off for a few more days. You'll be begging me on your knees soon."
Chen Feng clapped his hands; a general plan had been fully formed.
When Du Jin buys a car and a house and becomes a millionaire, those guys will probably be too embarrassed to even cry.
Chen Feng drove home and is now waiting for Boss Xia to send him a message.
A few days later, Chen Feng didn't even leave the house. He stayed home and wrote down various plans, including how to hire workers and whether to buy another van.
In the eyes of the villagers, Chen Feng's behavior was one of utter despair and profound defeat.
"Oh no, Fengzi hasn't left the house for days. He must be devastated."
"Hey, what a fine young man, how did he end up like this? It's just that he didn't manage to secure a gold mine, is it really that big of a deal?"
"Go to hell, you make it sound so easy. If this gold mine that's already in your mouth flies away, you'll hang yourself in your field."
"Damn, you're right. You don't know the pain until you cut yourself."
The village chief has been incredibly happy these past few days, enjoying fine wine and food every day. Listening to the news of Chen Feng's misfortune is simply the best accompaniment to his drinks.
"That kid hasn't left the house for three days, not even to the convenience store. His usual arrogance is completely gone; he's really wilted now," the village chief's wife said chuckled.
"Hahaha, this kid's no good either, he's already back down. I haven't even used my full strength yet, he's completely vulnerable," the village chief said smugly.
"I thought you were something special, but this is all?"
The village chief's wife chuckled and shook her head, "Hey, do you really think he's like you, someone who's seen the world? This kid just got lucky. When it comes down to it, he'll show his true colors. He's nothing special."
"Sigh~"
The village chief shook his head, holding a teacup, clearly not taking Chen Feng seriously at all, and sneered.
On the other side, Lin Nian, Zheng Ping, and the others couldn't sit still any longer and came over to check on Chen Feng.
"Fengzi, Fengzi, Lin Nian and I just caught some fish over there, we're bringing you two over."
Zheng Ping said, carrying a plastic bag.
Chen Feng was looking at his phone on the sofa, studying the systems of other gold mines, when he heard this and couldn't help but look up.
"You can still catch fish now?" Chen Feng was quite surprised.
"Yes, but not much. Lin Nian and I went to the big one, and Da Fei drove us there," Zheng Ping and the others said as they sat down.
Seeing Chen Feng's seemingly normal state, the group couldn't help but exchange glances.
It seems that Fengzi isn't as颓废 (颓废 is a difficult word to translate directly, but it implies a state of being depressed or dejected) as rumored.
I thought I'd see Chen Feng, with a scruffy beard and messy hair, coming down from the second floor.
"Oh, let's eat here tonight then. Let's stew some eggplant, or how about a fish hot pot with some cabbage and glass noodles? We happen to have a big pot at home." Chen Feng got more and more excited as he spoke, looking at Xia Yingying beside him.
"I've never had fish hot pot before, is it delicious?" Xia Yingying asked curiously.
"How could it not taste good? It's delicious! Just do it this way. This stuff only tastes good when cooked over a wood fire. It just doesn't taste right when cooked in an electric oven."
As Chen Feng spoke, he headed to the old house to retrieve the large pot, leaving everyone stunned.
Dude, you're about to lose your gold mine, and you still have the mind to eat fish hot pot?
Lin Nian and the others suddenly realized that their worries were completely unnecessary.
If this happened to an ordinary person, and the gold mine that was within their grasp vanished, it would be quite normal for them to be devastated and even suicidal.
But if it were Chen Feng, it wouldn't seem like a problem at all.
It's just a few billion yuan, so what if it's gone? Just find another one, it's not a big deal.
"Fengzi, aren't you worried? We all know now that the village chief is behind this. Why don't you think of a solution?"
"If necessary, we should send him some gifts and beg him. Getting the mine up and running is the most important thing," Zheng Ping couldn't help but suggest.
“Yeah, brother, if you really can’t bring yourself to do it, I’ll go and beg him. As long as the village chief doesn’t cause any trouble, then Li Laoqi will calm down, right?” Lin Nian said anxiously from the side.
"Beg him? I'm too lazy to do that. I'll make him beg me. Who does he think he is, making me beg him?"
Chen Feng rolled his eyes. This was truly going against the natural order.
“Fengzi, stop being stubborn. If this continues, we'll only suffer. He's the village chief. Do you think we can fight him? I heard he has connections in the county. Otherwise, how could he have been the village chief for twenty years?”
Yin Xing also offered his advice.
"Don't panic, just wait and see. We're having fish hot pot tonight. Mom, bring out the glass noodles. I love the vegetables in the fish hot pot."
Chen Feng turned to his mother and said.
Seeing this, everyone exchanged glances and couldn't help but sigh.
In their eyes, Chen Feng's state was clearly an act of escapism, no different from giving up on himself.
If it were up to Chen Feng's usual personality, if he really had a way to deal with the village chief, he would have found a way to do so long ago. Why would he stay at home silently for a week and still linger in the fields looking on with reluctance?
As Chen Feng went to the old house to retrieve the large pot, Huang Fei couldn't help but shake his head and whisper, "I never thought that even Fengzi would have a day when he was at a loss."
“That’s the village chief, who can beat him? Fengzi had no choice. The key is that money alone is useless; connections are the most important thing.” Zheng Ping lit a cigarette, feeling a deep sense of powerlessness.
"Fengzi is still too young. If he were given a few more years, even with the village chief's thirty years of experience, he might not be able to defeat him," Yin Xing said regretfully, taking a deep drag on his cigarette.
Chen Feng's abilities are evident to all. His loss to the village chief this time was entirely due to the large age gap and his young age, not because of a lack of ability.
"Well, that's true, but you have to think of something. This can't go on like this. You'll have to talk to Fengzi later. He can't stay cooped up at home like this anymore," Zheng Ping said, worried for Chen Feng.
A few minutes later, Chen Feng carried a large pot and set it up in the backyard. Liu Ping's mother cleaned the fish, preparing to stew it.
Everyone went over and watched Chen Feng wipe the pot with a rag.
“Fengzi, this can’t go on like this. You should think of something. You’ve been staying home for a week already. If you stay here any longer, you’ll be finished,” Zheng Ping advised.
Chen Feng picked up the rag and vigorously patted off the dust.
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