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Chapter 115 The Feeling of Showing Off in Front of the Whole Village
After passing the road sign, Lin Qingsong lightly tapped the steering wheel with his fingertips, looking at the locust trees by the roadside and the flat cement road.

He knew he would be in the village in five minutes at most.

It's only because the road conditions are good now that his car can't get in.

Not right either.

It seems that their village had paved cement roads about ten years ago.

Furthermore, this matter was not initiated by the government, but rather by the wealthy households in the village themselves.

My family also contributed some money at the time.

Of course.

The majority of the money still comes from those big spenders.

The names of these wealthy individuals are engraved next to the road sign.

This kind of behavior—giving back to one's hometown after making money, repairing bridges and roads—was something that Lin Qingsong greatly admired when he was a child.

Even after the cement road was successfully poured, he said in his childish voice that he wanted to make a lot of money in the future and then give back to the village.

Unfortunately, this idea slowly disappeared when he first started making money.

Damn, making money is so hard.

To give back to one's hometown, how much money would one need to earn?

at the same time.

In front of the village.

Inside the small pavilion built by the village committee for people to cool off.

A group of intelligence station members, having finished their meal, were fanning themselves with palm-leaf fans while chattering incessantly about the others.

"Zhang's second daughter is divorced! I heard her husband is out there doing construction projects and keeping a mistress. Tsk tsk, what good are all those gold and silver ornaments!"

"Speaking of this, my neighbor Old Li is also pitiful. He was sent to the emergency room again last night. He's the son of a security guard in Suzhou, and he probably spent all the money he had saved up on that!"

"Being a security guard is fine, but Sun the Cripple's granddaughter works as a coffee server in Shanghai? She insists on calling herself a white-collar worker, but I think she's just a maid to those foreign devils!"

"Right? I also feel that Sun the Cripple's granddaughter is unreliable. A while ago, she gave Sun the Cripple a talking metal box! It's called something like 'Little Ai' classmate. Yesterday at two o'clock in the morning, it suddenly shouted 'I'm here!' It was really scary. If you ask me, Sun the Cripple and his granddaughter both like to cause trouble!"

"That's right! When that metal box started beeping in the middle of the night, I was getting up to use the bathroom and almost peed in my pants!"

"And that Xu family's daughter too, she never goes out to work, she just stays at home every night, saying she's doing some kind of online live streaming, but I think she's just like those hairdressers from back in the day!"

"I've seen that the Lin family's grandson has really made something of himself. I heard from Old Lin that he's famous now and works with all sorts of big stars!"

“I heard about it too. I even checked my grandson’s phone. It’s really impressive. His phone is full of photos of celebrities.”

"This kid has been promising since he was a child. I still remember Xiao Lin, when he was a child, standing on the cement road, saying that he would give back to the village when he made money in the future!"

In every village, there are always elderly men and women who have nothing to do after a full meal.

The small pavilion in Touduo Village was where they exchanged information and chatted idly.

Lin Qingsong's grandmother is also a key member of the team here under normal circumstances.

But now she was completely oblivious to what her old friends were saying, her mind solely focused on the village entrance ahead.

joke.

Today is the day my eldest grandson comes home.

I don't have time to chat idly with these old bones.

Even when cooking, she only fried one egg, which Lin Qingsong specifically requested, and then left everything else to Lin's mother.

She couldn't wait to meet her eldest grandson.

However, she was still very happy to hear someone praising Lin Qingsong.

And without any humility, they simply agreed, saying that the person was right.

"Of course! My son Qingsong has been promising since he was a child!"

While a group of people were chatting and joking, a sharp-eyed old man suddenly noticed a car driving towards them.

"Grandma Qingsong, did Qingsong drive home today, or did he take a taxi? Could that be him over there?"

Upon hearing his words, the attention of the entire group focused on the only road leading into the village.

"It seems like he was driving." Grandma Lin scratched her gray hair in confusion and said uncertainly, "Qingsong seemed to have mentioned it to me."

She was so excited that she didn't hear clearly for a moment.

"Wow, that Qingsong is doing pretty well!" The sharp-eyed old man glanced at the car in front, then took out his phone, opened Douyin (TikTok), and scrolled through his favorites, saying, "That car is called a Mercedes-Benz, and it's very expensive! Just like BMW and Audi, it's a high-end car!"

"A Mercedes? Really? I remember Zhang's second daughter's ex-husband, who's already divorced, drives a Mercedes!"

"Grandma Qingsong, this is incredible! It seems the Lin family is about to rise again!"

"Tsk tsk, no wonder you've been living in a big city like Shanghai for so long, and you're already driving a Mercedes. Grandma Qingsong, you're going to have a good life from now on!" Amidst the compliments, Grandma Lin didn't say anything, but instead looked expectantly at the car in front of her.

She didn't care what kind of car it was, only whether the person inside was her eldest grandson.

At this moment, Lin Qingsong also saw the village's famous intelligence center, as well as his grandmother, who was nicknamed the intelligence director.

He couldn't help but laugh.

After parking his car in front of the small pavilion, he took out a few packs of cigarettes and a bag of candy from the glove box next to him before going out.

Lin Qingsong knew, of course, that these old men and women were truly difficult to deal with, given that Lin Qingsong had a grandmother who was an intelligence chief.

In just a few minutes, bad things about you can spread throughout the entire village, and in half a day, they can spread throughout the entire township.

But they are also easy to deal with. A few cigarettes, a few candies, and a few auspicious words can make them happy for half a day.

"Son, you're back!" Lin Qingsong saw his grandmother walk up to him as soon as he got out of the car, and said happily.

"Grandma, I'm back!" Lin Qingsong said, giving the old woman with slightly red eyes a tight hug.

"It's good to be back. You must be hungry." Grandma Lin patted Lin Qingsong on the back. "Come on, let's go back and eat!"

"No rush." ​​Lin Qingsong smiled and let go of her hand, then opened a pack of cigarettes and kept handing them out to the many elderly people who were smoking.

He kept saying auspicious things, such as how well his uncle looked and how his grandmother's hair seemed even darker.

In short, the village's intelligence specialists were all beaming with joy.

"Alright, Qingsong, stop wasting your energy on this old man. Go back and eat, or you'll starve yourself!"

"Right away, right away." After finishing his cigarette, Lin Qingsong took out some White Rabbit milk candy from his pocket and said, "These are candies I brought from Shanghai. Take some back and give them to the kids to sweeten their mouths."

"Qingsong, you're such a wonderful child! You're not only handsome, but you're also very generous. How about I introduce you to some pretty girls? I know a lot of beautiful young ladies!"

"Hey, what kind of girl do you know? Qingsong is going to stay in Shanghai and marry a woman from a big city, maybe even a foreigner. Why would he be interested in a country girl like you?"

"What you said makes a lot of sense!" The old lady who called herself Third Auntie initially wanted to refute, but after thinking about it, she realized that it did make a lot of sense. Lin Qingsong knew all the big stars, and he might really marry a foreigner in the future.

Thinking of this, she forgot about smoking and hurriedly asked Lin Qingsong curiously, "Qingsong, you're not really going to marry a foreigner in the future, are you? I heard that you're surrounded by foreigners in Shanghai!"

"Ugh, you old folks are really annoying! Cigarettes and candy can't shut you up, is that it?!"

Grandma Lin waved to them and said, "Go, go, go! Don't block Qingsong from going back to eat. You're all so old, yet you still have no sense of propriety!"

The group wasn't annoyed; instead, they waited until Grandma Lin got into Lin Qingsong's car before continuing their discussion.

"I think it's very likely that Qingsong will actually marry a foreigner."

"Impossible! Didn't Qingsong say before that he thinks the people here are more beautiful than people from anywhere else? I reckon he might even marry someone from here!"

"That's so outdated! Qingsong was only in junior high when he said that. What did he know back then!"

"Oh, I really envy Grandma Qingsong. She has such a good grandson. He's not only good-looking, but also very filial. I bet he's making a lot of money now!"

"Yes, unlike my naughty son, all he does now is play, play, play, play!"

"My family is the same way, all they do is play all day long, it drives me crazy!"

As Lin Qingsong and Grandma Lin walked away, the conversation at the intelligence center gradually shifted away from Lin Qingsong.

In the car.

"Qingsong, tell Grandma, is life in Shanghai particularly tiring?"

Grandma Lin had been holding these words in for a long time.

When others saw Lin Qingsong driving back in a Mercedes, they all thought he had made a lot of money and become successful.

Ke Lin knows that making money is not easy these days.

Lin Qingsong works hard all by himself in Shanghai; it must have been incredibly tough for him to be able to afford this car.

As she spoke, she touched Lin Qingsong's chin, "His face looks much darker."

Grandma Lin originally wanted to say that her face had become thinner, but after looking at it, she realized that it hadn't, so she changed her words and said that it had become much darker.

"Grandma, I'm not actually tired."

Lin Qingsong reflected on his recent experiences and realized that his shoulders were probably the most tired part.

There's a popular saying these days, isn't there?

The heaviest thing that this young master has ever carried is his long, white legs clad in Valentino; the heaviest thing he has ever pulled is his loosened twin ponytails; and the highest hurdle he has ever crossed is the threshold of the Cullinan.

He is about the same.

One of the heaviest things I've carried lately is Valentino's designer, Vivian. The heaviest thing I've pulled is a bunch of people's pigtails. The highest hurdle I've overcome, while not the Cullinan, is that Rolls-Royce with a three-minute trial card.

As for dark face
That has little to do with hardship; it was entirely due to him and Dilraba and the others going beachcombing in Sanya.

(End of this chapter)