"That's for sure. If you go out now, everyone will call you 'General Manager Hu.' Those hundreds of thousands in assets are no joke. With your Audi and your big brother-in-law, you're definitely at the level of a CEO," Liu Jiang boasted.
"What do you mean by a million or two hundred thousand? Stop bringing up a million or two hundred thousand all the time, okay?" the impatient voice on the other end of the phone said.
"I'm not just flattering you, but Mr. Hu, I've known you since you were in first grade. In short, you're low-key!"
"Be low-key my ass! I clearly have two million in assets, damn it!" Mr. Hu said unhappily, "Let's set it for the first day of the Lunar New Year. If you have other things to do on the second day, don't tell them I asked you. If they hear that you need something from them, they definitely won't come."
"Oh, don't worry about that."
After exchanging a few words, the two hung up the phone.
Tomorrow is Lunar New Year's Eve, and fireworks have already started tonight. As dinnertime approaches, Lu Feng's father, Jiang Fuqiao, Jiang Fulu, Jiang Xiaoyan's father, and a group of others wake up.
Sitting at the dinner table, Jiang Fuqiao spoke first, saying, "Lu Feng, no matter how much money you make, it's not as good as being an official. I've been thinking about something for the past year. Our family has finally escaped poverty, but we don't have any prestige when we go out. Think about it, no matter how much money you have, people won't make money off you, and they won't give you any face either."
Several elders nodded in agreement. They held a very strong belief in becoming an official, believing that even the world's richest man was not as good as a county magistrate.
When Lu Feng heard this, although it sounded like a discussion, he was actually giving you pointers.
"Um... Xiaohong," Lu Feng said to Jiang Xiaohong, "bring two more bottles of Fenjiu, the 52-proof kind."
"No more drinking, no more drinking!" everyone waved their hands in protest.
"Have a drink, but just a little." Lu Feng took the wine and poured a glass for each of them.
As fireworks burst outside the window, people at the dinner table clinked glasses and drank, and the elders who got drunk were the good elders.
After dinner, everyone cleared away the dishes. Some local TV stations had already started broadcasting their Spring Festival Galas. Song Xuemei watched for a while and then called Jiang Xiaoyan to the next room.
"Mom, what's wrong?" Jiang Xiaoyan asked, closing the door behind her.
"Xiaoyan, I recently heard that there's an old traditional Chinese medicine doctor in Haojiazhuang who specializes in treating infertility. He's been treating this his whole life and he's very skilled. Let's go back on the first day of the Lunar New Year and he can take a look at you." Song Xuemei said earnestly, "Didn't you see your mother-in-law? She was implying that things can't go on like this."
“I understand. Lu Feng is very good to me. He’s different from others. He said it’s okay if we don’t have children in the future. When we get old, he’ll put our money into a foundation…”
“Don’t listen to that nonsense. It’s all just to fool women. They have money and can change partners whenever they want. What will you do? Sit on the street and wail all by yourself?” Song Xuemei sighed as she looked at her daughter and said, “If only you had half the intelligence of Xiaohong.”
“Xiaohong is good too. Every family is like this.” Jiang Xiaoyan retorted, “Just be sincere with each other. Why bother with so many tricks? Isn’t that tiring?”
“Look at you, Xiaohong has all of Xie Heng’s money in her hands now. Do you think Xie Heng is someone to be trifled with? He wouldn’t dare, otherwise he would have been left with nothing.” Song Xuemei lectured, “You need to slowly take control of all his money, understand?”
“He has no money, he’s full of debt!” Jiang Xiaoyan said, somewhat displeased. “I know my own situation.”
Seeing that she was angry but couldn't say anything too harsh, Song Xuemei sighed and said, "You decide for yourself. Don't come crying to me when you've suffered a loss. The old Chinese medicine doctor has already made the arrangements."
After whispering to each other for a while, the two opened the door and went out. Lu Feng's mother came over and greeted them politely, and they sat down together to watch TV.
Lu Feng wasn't paying attention. He sat by the window and saw heavy snow falling outside, gradually turning the whole world into a white expanse. This was the first heavy snowfall he had seen this year.
"A timely snow promises a good harvest; I hope this year will be a good one."
Lu Feng muttered to himself, but what he was thinking about was whether Jiang Wanmeng had made a decision. He hoped that he could change some of the course of history and trigger a butterfly effect, so that his path would be a little smoother.
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