Brother, just how powerful is our family?

On the second day of the Lunar New Year, Chen Changsheng's family did not arrange for relatives to visit.

They decided to go on a trip.

The way citizens of the Yanhuang civilization travel is quite different from that of ordinary people.

For ordinary people, tourism is about "seeing the world," while for Chinese citizens, tourism is about "experiencing the world."

Because with their spending power, they can go anywhere in the world and enjoy any service.

Our first stop was Bali.

The aircraft landed on a dedicated helipad next to the Eiffel Tower, a requirement of the Yanhuang civilization, which mandates that all countries provide exclusive parking spaces for Yanhuang citizens.

Bali did as instructed, and not only did they do it, they also built a luxurious "Yanhuang Waiting Hall" with Chinese-language services, Yanhuang currency exchange, and free refreshments.

As soon as Chen Changsheng and his family stepped out of the aircraft, they were surrounded by a group of reporters.

Media outlets from all over the world staked out this location to film "Citizens of Yanhuang".

"Sir, are you from the Yanhuang Continent?"

"Madam, could you tell me your impressions of Bali?"

"Little friend, can we take a picture together?"

Chen Changsheng politely waved his hand, declining the interview. Li Jing protected the child and quickly passed through the terminal.

Stepping out of the terminal, the streets of Bali remained bustling. But Chen Changsheng noticed that the way passersby looked at them had changed.

In the past, when people from China came to Bali for tourism, they would be looked at more often, but those were the eyes of "foreign tourists".

Now, when citizens of Yanhuang come to Bali, what kind of look do passersby give them? Awe? Envy? Or jealousy?

He couldn't explain it.

But one thing is clear: the way they spend money has shocked the French.

In a luxury store on the Champs-Élysées, Li Jing spotted a bag that was priced at 30,000 euros.

She pulled out her Yanhuang coin card, and the shop assistant's eyes lit up. Yanhuang coins are worth much more than euros, and they definitely retain their value.

At a Michelin three-star restaurant, Chen Changsheng ordered a bottle of 1982 Lafite, priced at 50,000 euros.

When he paid the bill, he used Yanhuang coins. The waiter bowed and saw him to the door, his attitude even more respectful than when receiving a president.

On a Seine River cruise, Zixuan wanted to buy a souvenir. The vendor quoted twenty euros, which he paid immediately.

With a monthly income of three to five thousand Yanhuang coins, you can't spend it all on the Yanhuang Continent, let alone outside. That's because everyone outside is scrambling for Yanhuang coins.

I spent some time in Paris, then went to Lund, then Rome, and then Cairo…

Everywhere I went, it was the same scene:

The airport has a dedicated lane.

The hotel has its own dedicated floor.

There are dedicated guided tours available at the attractions.

Passersby cast mixed glances at him.

In Lundun, an elderly man with British attire struck up a conversation with Chen Changsheng: "Sir, are you a citizen of Yanhuang?"

"Yes."

The old man gave a thumbs up: "You guys are amazing! Your fleet is incredible! Ours... sigh, it's long since faded away."

In Rome, a young Italian asked enviously, "I heard you have genetic optimization techniques that allow you to live for 30,000 years? Is that true?"

"real."

The young man's eyes lit up: "Then how can I immigrate?"

Chen Changsheng shook his head: "I don't know about that, you'll have to check the official website."

In Cairo, an Egyptian tour guide said in broken Chinese, "Welcome, guests of Chinese descent! The pyramids are an ancient miracle, you are a present miracle!"

These reactions made Chen Changsheng feel both proud and somewhat uneasy.

He is proud that, as a citizen of the Yanhuang clan, he truly stands at the pinnacle of human civilization.

What's unsettling is that this "sense of being at the top" creates an invisible wall between him and ordinary people.

He didn't mean to look down on others, but others did look up to him.

On the fifth day of the first lunar month, Chen Changsheng and his family returned to the Dragon Kingdom to continue visiting relatives.

This time, we went to Chen Changsheng's uncle's house, in another city in Hubei Province.

My uncle's house is in the old town area, in an old building without an elevator, on the sixth floor.

Chen Changsheng and his family climbed the stairs without breaking a sweat.

My uncle was panting when he opened the door.

"Chang Sheng, you...you guys have amazing stamina," the uncle said, panting.

Chen Changsheng smiled.

My uncle's house isn't big, just two bedrooms and a living room, but it houses five people: my uncle and aunt, my cousins, and my cousin's child. During the Chinese New Year, with so many people, it feels even more crowded.

"Sit down, sit down, make yourself at home," the uncle said, then called to his cousin, "Xiaowei, go downstairs to the supermarket and buy some drinks, the good stuff!"

My cousin answered and went out.

Chen Changsheng said, "Uncle, don't be so polite, we'll just sit for a while and then leave."

"No way!" Uncle waved his hand. "You've come all this way, you have to eat!"

During the meal, the conversation naturally turned to the Yanhuang civilization.

"Changsheng, I heard that houses are distributed for free in your area?" Auntie asked.

"Yes, three villas."

"Three buildings..." Auntie gasped. "Then you won't have to worry about housing when your children get married."

"Zixuan is only seven years old, it's still early."

"What do you mean 'early'? He's grown up in the blink of an eye," Auntie sighed. "Our Xiaowei emptied the savings of six families to buy a house and is still drowning in debt. He spends most of his monthly salary on the mortgage, and life is a struggle."

My cousin Li Wei, who shares the same name as the previous Li Wei but is a different person, smiled wryly: "Mom, it's the New Year, don't mention this."

Chen Changsheng didn't know what to say. He couldn't say "Immigrant over here" because the conditions didn't allow it; nor could he say "Things will get better slowly" because that would be a perfunctory response.

He could only remain silent.

After dinner, my cousin's child, eight-year-old Hao Hao, pulled Zi Xuan to play.

Zixuan took out an e-book and showed it to Haohao: "Look, this is our school's textbook."

Hao Hao stared blankly at the screen, "What is this? Physics? I'm only in second grade, I've never studied physics."

"We learned it in first grade," Zixuan said. "But it's very simple, just basic concepts."

Hao Hao looked at the formulas and charts, but couldn't understand them at all.

"What you're learning is so difficult," he said.

"It's alright," Zixuan said. "What are you studying?"

Hao Hao took out his Chinese textbook and read aloud a text. After listening, Zi Xuan said, "We learned this in kindergarten."

Hao Hao fell silent.

When the two children stand together, the difference is obvious: Zixuan has bright eyes, an upright posture, and quick thinking; Haohao has somewhat cloudy eyes, a slightly hunched back, and speaks slowly.

This isn't because Hao Hao isn't trying hard enough; it's the difference between two different worlds.

A world with genetic optimization, free education, and endless possibilities.

A world consisting only of involution, anxiety, and mortgages.

The seventh day of the first lunar month is the last day of the Spring Festival holiday.

Chen Changsheng and his family returned to the Yanhuang Continent. It was already evening when the aircraft landed in their own yard.

As the sun sets, the three villas look especially warm and inviting in the golden afterglow.

Chen Zixuan ran to find his grandparents, while Chen Changsheng and Li Jing sat on the stone bench in the courtyard, looking at the distant sky.

"How have you been feeling these past few days?" Chen Changsheng asked his wife.

Li Jing was silent for a moment, then said, "I'm proud, but also a little sad."

"What's there to be proud of?"

"We are proud to be citizens of Yanhuang. We can go wherever we want, buy whatever we want, without worrying about money or the future," Li Jing said. "The way foreigners look at us is like they're looking at gods. It's a very strange feeling."

"It's heartbreaking..." Li Jing sighed. "Seeing my relatives still struggling to make a living, worrying about their children's future, and anxious about mortgages and car loans... we can't help them."

Chen Changsheng grasped her hand: "We will help. The policy will definitely change. Then they will have a chance too."

"I hope so," Li Jing leaned on his shoulder. "But will my great-aunt still be around then? Will my uncle and aunt still be around?"

Chen Changsheng did not answer.

There is no answer to this question.

Genetic optimization has given the people of Yan and Huang a lifespan of 30,000 years. But their relatives mostly only live for a few decades.

Decades later, they will say goodbye to their parents, their brothers and sisters, and all the relatives and friends they know.

That kind of loneliness, I can't even imagine it now.