Lin Tiegang nodded silently upon hearing this; his son was right.
Besides, he was just asking tentatively; he didn't say he absolutely had to go with me.
After all, the principle of "guests don't bring guests" applies everywhere; he was just being presumptuous.
After a while, Zheng Ping and the others arrived carrying large and small bags of things.
"Oh, oh, you've gone to so much trouble for me. I'm so old, and you've still had to come all this way," his grandfather said apologetically to everyone.
"It's alright, as long as you're okay, we just came to check on you," Huang Fei said, putting down the fruit.
"Yes, we didn't know what you liked to eat, so we just bought some random things," Zheng Ping replied with a smile.
Meanwhile, Lin Nian took out his phone in a corner and sent a WeChat message to Chen Feng.
"Brother, my grandfather's surgery was a success, you don't need to rush."
"Okay, I understand. Spend more time with your grandfather during this period. I should be going back in a few days."
Chen Feng was eating noodles and looking at his phone at the dinner table when he said to Xia Yingying next to him, "Lin Nian's grandfather is alright now."
"Really? That's great, you're lucky." Xia Yingying nodded with relief, ran her left hand through her hair, picked up a piece of noodles with her right hand, blew on it, and said.
"Also, why did you come back during the day?" Xia Yingying turned to look at Chen Feng and asked.
"I missed you, that's all," Chen Feng said, still with that nonchalant attitude.
"If you don't speak properly, I'll kick you out." Xia Yingying glanced at him.
"Look, you won't even let me tell the truth. I finished cleaning up all the holes I dug yesterday this morning. It was lunchtime, and I didn't want to do it all by myself. Since it's nearby, I just came back."
Chen Feng shrugged.
He was really not used to Lin Nian's sudden absence; it was too boring to go out alone.
Anyway, I've been working hard lately. I've been working non-stop for a month, getting up at five in the morning and coming back at six in the evening. Anyone would be tired in that situation.
This is all thanks to Xia Yingying, who changes their meals every few days.
If Chen Feng had to eat canned food every day for a month, he would have been sick of it by now. He wouldn't have been able to stay home and eat canned food for a whole month.
"Then you'll have to do it yourself this afternoon," Xia Yingying said, taking a sip of noodle soup from her bowl.
"Do some light work this afternoon, then rest. Go sell all the goods tonight and see how much they're worth."
"Take a good rest for a day, change your clothes and take a shower. You can't go to the auction looking sloppy, or people will laugh at you," Chen Feng said, picking up a bite of the side dish from his plate.
"Hmm, the auction is over, so you're heading back?" Xia Yingying asked casually.
"Probably," Chen Feng replied vaguely.
"Okay, just leave the bowl here after you finish eating." Xia Yingying ate slowly; Chen Feng had almost finished his bowl when she still had half left.
"Okay." Chen Feng finished the noodle soup in one gulp, put down the bowl, and nodded.
Chen Feng returned after only a few hours of working in the fields that afternoon. The more he worked, the less interesting it became, and he didn't even know what he was thinking.
After the two finished dinner, they spoke less than usual. Xia Yingying went upstairs shortly after, and Chen Feng returned to his car.
He leaned against the small bed, quietly watching the moonlight outside the window.
He was somewhat confused, unsure of how to handle his relationship with Xia Yingying.
He seemed to sense Xia Yingying's feelings for him, but he couldn't be sure.
At the same time, he didn't know what he really felt for Xia Yingying.
Perhaps he had concerns, concerns about Xia Yingying's reputation, concerns about Xia Yingying's past.
Or perhaps, he simply didn't like Xia Yingying that much.
It's also possible that all of this is just wishful thinking on Chen Feng's part, and that Xia Yingying has never actually considered these things, only regarding him as a friend.
Speaking rashly would seem abrupt and ridiculous.
He didn't even know what he was thinking; he just felt incredibly confused, and for the first time, he couldn't see his own heart clearly.
"Forget it, I'll talk about it tomorrow." He became more and more annoyed, so he simply went to bed.
Wearing pajamas, Xia Yingying sat on the floor with her head resting against the window, quietly watching Chen Feng's Wuling van, her eyes filled with silence.
It wasn't until after 1 a.m. that Chen Feng started his car and drove out of the yard. Xia Yingying's eyes followed the car until it disappeared without a trace.
She looked away, staring blankly at the moon in the sky, lost in thought.
Chen Feng drove his car to Qiuling City, preparing to sell his goods door-to-door. He was going to visit all the major markets there.
Because this shipment was really large, at first he and Lin Nian would estimate the profits every day and then add them together to see how much money they had actually made.
Later, they became completely numb and couldn't be bothered to calculate the exact value of the gold and silver. They simply separated the gold and silver and casually tossed them into a box.
Let's just say we love as much as we want; there's no way to keep track of it all.
They only made a rough estimate, but it should be at least five hundred.
No single mine in Qiuling City could absorb this quantity of goods directly; he had to sell them in smaller quantities.
He drove to a large mining site, where there were still a few customers. Chen Feng carried several bottles of gold and silver directly to the counter.
"Do you have the authority to accept millions of dollars worth of goods? If not, call your boss over now," Chen Feng asked the clerk succinctly.
"Million-dollar goods? What do you mean? You mean you have that many goods?" The clerk put down her phone, looked Chen Feng up and down, and asked with some puzzlement.
The meaning is obvious: are you sure you have goods worth millions? Are you kidding me?
Chen Feng didn't bother arguing with him and simply slammed all the Gatorade bottles onto the counter.
Each time a bottle was sold, the clerk's mouth would open a little wider, and by the end, his eyes were practically bulging out of their sockets.
"Holy crap, you actually have this much stock?"
"What's going on? You've stumbled upon a gold mine! My God!" The teller looked at Chen Feng in disbelief, speechless with shock.
"Hurry up, I'm in a rush, call your boss over." Chen Feng ignored him and urged him again.
"Okay, okay, I'll call it right away." After being reminded, the clerk quickly took out her phone and called the boss.
The few remaining customers in the store also heard the clerk's shock and instinctively came over to see what had happened.
Upon seeing this, their jaws nearly dropped, and their eyes widened in shock!
"Wow, this is all gold?"
"Holy crap, what is this? How come there are so many?"
"My goodness, I've never seen so much gold in my life."
"I pan for gold by the gram, while he pans for gold by the bottle?"
"Are you kidding me? Is the difference between people really that big?"
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