"Second sister-in-law, what are you saying? Who lives in an apartment building? His family lives in a villa," Jiang Xiaohong said casually.
What is a villa?
“It’s a small Western-style building, a two-story Western-style building!” Jiang Fulu said.
"My goodness, the lives of the rich are just so different! We could never have imagined it. Maybe we'll be able to enjoy the good life with them in the future!"
Lu Feng stood there, secretly pondering, "In Baiyuan City, who else could drive a Mercedes and live in a villa?"
Wasn't Master Jin arrested?
Besides, how old is Kim Sam-jong?
He thought about it for a long time but still couldn't figure it out. It was better if he didn't know him, so he wouldn't have to reveal his dirty secrets in Baiyuan City.
"Lu Feng, stop standing there like an idiot. Go to the next room and get some oranges, apples, or something. Wash them. You have no sense at all," Song Xuemei instructed. "The key is on the cabinet behind you."
With so many people in the room, and he was being bossed around, he looked at Jiang Xiaoyan, could only nod, and left.
After Lu Feng left, the eldest sister-in-law said to Jiang Xiaoyan, "Look at Xiaohong, and look at you. You're still young. Just get a divorce and let Xiaohong's husband help you find a rich man."
“That’s right, what’s the point of having such a useless coward? He just stands there looking stupid,” the second sister-in-law chimed in.
Everyone knows in their hearts that Jiang Xiaoyan is the most beautiful woman in the family. If Xiaohong can marry so well, then she is even more so.
Jiang Xiaoyan shook her head. Although she didn't know exactly how much money Lu Feng had, she had heard Gao Zhiwei say that the factory made over a million yuan a month as easily as playing around.
Seeing her like this, Jiang Ergou sighed and whispered, "Your brother-in-law is coming tomorrow. Tell him tonight not to be so dull and aloof. Be a little more flattering when you meet him. It's not that being poor is bad, but if you're poor and still obsessed with saving face, then there's a problem."
"Okay, I'll talk to him about it."
Seeing her daughter like this, Song Xuemei felt somewhat helpless.
Lu Feng walked in carrying two basins, washed the apples and placed them on the table, and then his pager on his waist went off.
What was that sound?
"My pager!"
"You even have a pager?" Jiang Fuqiao rolled his eyes, speechless, while the others sneered.
"Did someone send you a message, or did you just set an alarm?"
Hahahaha!
Everyone burst into laughter. There are too many people like this nowadays. They buy a pager that has been used countless times, and when no one contacts them, they secretly set an alarm for themselves.
The idea that an alarm clock rings with the promise of a big deal has become a joke.
Lu Feng chuckled twice, took out his phone and glanced at it. It read: "This is Secretary Li. It's important. Please call back immediately."
"I'm going to return a call," Lu Feng said, picking up his car keys from the table and leaving.
The laughter in the room grew louder; this whole routine was practically a standard set.
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