Lao Tie led Bei Nan and Mao Tou to stand on this vast land, looking at the castle that resembled the one described in a children's book, and the flowers whose names they couldn't name. Bei Nan and Mao Tou's mouths dropped open in astonishment.
Back then, manors were really expensive, but Brother Tie still suggested dividing the large manor into three smaller manors. The smaller manors could be independent or cooperate. Don't ask why we should do this; division inevitably leads to unity, and unity inevitably leads to division—an age-old truth.
Maotou didn't understand, so he kept asking Beinan. Beinan put his arm around Maotou's shoulder and said, "Maotou, do you remember your brother's confidant, the one who blocked the tunnel?"
Maotou understood. Tiege did the right thing; it was a precaution. Who knows what might happen in N years? But for some reason, he felt unusually upset.
The estate was divided very reasonably, with Mao Tou's estate in the middle and the two of them on either side. Bei Nan named his estate Nan Yuan, with Nan from Nan Nan and Nan from Bei Nan.
Tie Ge decided to go back to Hong Kong Island. They needed to know some news from the mainland. After contacting Lao Qin, Tie Ge was surprised to find that Lao Qin had transformed into the owner of a hotel.
"You're laundering your money much faster than they are," Old Qin told Tie Ge with a smile. "Mahjong parlors will be shut down sooner or later, so I used the money I earned to buy a piece of land and build a five-story hotel."
The hotel's first floor houses the lobby and restaurant, the second floor has private rooms and a small mahjong parlor, and the third to fifth floors are all guest rooms. Lao Qin's rooms are fully booked every night. Tie Ge didn't know this at first, but after staying one night himself, he realized that with this kind of business model, it would be strange if the hotel wasn't fully booked.
The two sat at the bar, their glasses filled with the most expensive Blue Label whisky in Hong Kong at the time. They swirled their glasses absentmindedly, the whisky shimmering under the light, but the aroma made Tie Ge frown.
Old Qin could tell at a glance: "Doesn't it have a smoky flavor? Foreigners like this flavor, so let's just make do with it."
Tie Ge put down his wine glass, no longer forcing his taste buds, and instead had a glass of lemon water to cleanse his mouth.
Old Qin knew Tie Ge and his gang's background. He preferred to drink cheap baijiu (Chinese liquor) for two cents a pound rather than expensive foreign liquor costing two hundred yuan an ounce. He couldn't help it; he had Chinese blood flowing through his veins, so of course he preferred Chinese-made rice wine.
Tie Ge started inquiring about the situation in the inland areas, and Lao Qin told Tie Ge what he knew without hiding anything.
"The situation in the country is getting better and better. I also have news about the brother you asked me to find. He was released last year, but I don't know where he is now. However, I have already sent people to look for him. I will let you know when I find him."
Tie Ge didn't know whether he should be happy or worried. Was he really released or was there something else going on? Should he go back and check? But if he went back, would he be able to get out again?
Old Qin saw through Tie Tou's thoughts and dropped another bombshell: "Just wait another year or two. China's reform and opening up will definitely attract investment. You just need to prepare the money."
This news is truly astonishing. It would be wonderful if he could invest in China as a businessman, earning money that would not only help him build his country but also allow him to return home with dignity. Bei Nan would be very happy to hear this.
Tie Ge solemnly entrusted this matter to Lao Qin, who waved his hand and said, "Count me in when you invest. I also want to make money. And I'll keep an eye on your friend too."
Bei Nan was ecstatic upon hearing the news. "Investment attraction! I'll be the first to invest in Mushroom Village, making it the most beautiful village in the world, making my sister the richest person in Mushroom Village, making my grandmother the oldest person in Mushroom Village, and making my parents live the best life."
Mao Tou was also happy. He invested in the county where his cousin used to live a life of arrogance and cowardice, allowing his cousin to become a boss, a legitimate big boss, so that he would no longer have to sneak around in the black market.
Tie Ge smiled as he looked at the two of them. When they talked about their relatives, the two of them were like children waiting for their parents to come and take them home. Their anxious hearts finally had a place to rest. As he looked at them, he realized that his heart was empty. They were going back to see their relatives. Where were his own relatives?
Bei Nan is always very perceptive. Seeing the dejection on Tie Ge's face, she knew that her and Mao Tou's emotions had affected him. She quickly ran over, put her arm around Tie Ge's shoulder, and said, "Tie Ge, you will always be my brother."
Mao Tou suddenly realized his mistake and scolded himself for getting carried away. He quickly rushed over and hugged Tie Ge. The three of them smiled at each other, feeling warm inside. Now that they had a goal, shouldn't they make more money? The three of them put their six hands together again.
At Beijing University, Yan Xiaonan, who was in class, suddenly drifted off into thought. Time was passing too quickly; the eighteen years in Mushroom Village seemed like just yesterday. Life was already quite good now, but why did she feel uneasy? What was wrong?
Yan Xiaonan was so beautiful that she attracted the attention of almost all the unmarried boys in the class. She had no idea how beautiful she looked when she was focused in class. In order to see her focused look, the boys were also extremely focused, afraid that their lack of focus would affect the beauty's focus.
But today, the usually serious beauty was lost in thought. Her absent-mindedness was even more captivating than her seriousness. Her eyes were somewhat hazy, her expression languid, and she stared aimlessly at the drifting clouds outside the window.
Every male student hoped to be that cloud, able to drift into Yan Xiaonan's eyes. The students' unusual behavior alarmed the teacher, a serious and old-fashioned man who was disliked by the students.
"Yan Xiaonan, stand up and tell me what I just said?" The old man tapped the table.
Yan Xiaonan immediately snapped back to reality. What bad luck! She had forgotten that it was the old-fashioned teacher giving the lesson. How could she be so distracted? What did the old-fashioned teacher say? She looked at the old-fashioned teacher, but then secretly glanced around.
Sure enough, all the boys were holding up their books, some with their hands and some with pens, pointing at the passage that the old man had just read aloud. Yan Xiaonan was grateful to these classmates, picked up her book, turned to that page, and began to read aloud.
The old man glared at the whole class with resentment, as if to say, "Don't think I don't know you're covering for each other in secret: Yan Xiaonan, it's not easy to get into Beijing University. Now that you have this opportunity, you should work even harder. If you're distracted again, you'll be sent outside to stand as punishment."
Yan Xiaonan felt ashamed and quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, I was wrong, I won't be distracted again, thank you for your guidance, teacher."
Seeing Yan Xiaonan's serious attitude, the old-fashioned man nodded, picked up his textbook, and began to explain. Yan Xiaonan's earnest demeanor returned, and the male students felt a pang of regret, wishing he could have been a little more distracted.
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