Brother, just how powerful is our family?

The convoy drove on the highway for more than an hour before exiting at the "Huai County" exit.

At the exit, more police cars and local officials were already waiting.

Upon entering the urban area of ​​Huai County, the scenery becomes even more spectacular.

Along both sides of the main roads, there is a traffic police officer on duty at regular intervals.

Officers wearing hats were stationed at intersections to maintain order and ensure the convoy could pass smoothly.

Meanwhile, large crowds of onlookers had gathered on both sides of the road.

"Look! The convoy is here!"

"My goodness, so many luxury cars!"

"That's a Bentley, isn't it? I've seen it online!"

"A Maybach! One of them costs millions!"

"Police cars leading the way, who's the important person here?"

"I heard Qin Feng is back, the one from our county who made a fortune in Heilongjiang!"

"Qin Feng? That kid from the Qin family? He's that powerful?"

People took out their phones to take photos and videos, and discussions arose one after another.

Some young people recognized the models in the convoy and excitedly explained the value of these cars to those around them.

The convoy passed through the main road of the county town and turned into a relatively narrow but clean street.

This is the old town, with all sorts of small shops lining the streets—convenience stores, barbershops, snack shops, hardware stores...

In the middle of the street, a small shop with a sign that read "Convenience Store" was already surrounded by a crowd.

The cordon had been set up and several police officers were maintaining order, but they couldn't stop people's curiosity.

"Here it comes!"

"That's the shop owned by Qin Feng's parents!"

"The Qin family is really going to make a fortune this time!"

"Look at that car! My God..."

The convoy slowly came to a stop in front of the store.

The first to get out of the vehicle were the security guards, who quickly formed a cordon around the vehicle.

Then, the Bentley's door opened.

Qin Yao got out of the passenger seat, which immediately drew gasps from the onlookers.

"It's Yao Yao! Old Qin's daughter!"

"You've become even more beautiful!"

"That car is hers? A Bentley!"

Then, the door of the first Maybach opened.

Qin Feng got out of the car, dressed in a simple white shirt and black pants, looking low-key and composed.

That wasn't the demeanor of an ordinary wealthy person; it was the aura of... a person in control.

"Xiao Feng!" A trembling voice came from inside the shop.

Qin Feng turned his head and saw his parents coming out of the store.

Two years have passed, and my father has more gray hair at his temples, and my mother has deeper wrinkles around her eyes, but the smile on her face is so warm.

"Dad, Mom." Qin Feng walked over quickly and hugged his parents tightly.

The mother hugged her son, tears streaming down her face: "It's good that you're back...it's good that you're back..."

The father patted his son's back forcefully, his voice choked with emotion: "Good boy...good boy..."

Qin Yang got out of another car: "Dad, Mom, I'm back too!"

"You rascal..." the father chuckled, ruffling his youngest son's hair. "Learn from your brother, be more steady!"

Qin Feng turned to the villagers who had gathered around and waved with a smile: "Hello everyone, uncles, aunts, brothers and sisters. I'm Qin Feng, and I'm back."

"Hello, Xiaofeng!"

Welcome home!

"You've really made something of yourself!"

"They've brought honor to our county!"

People responded enthusiastically; many people here knew him or his parents.

Seeing him return in such a triumphant manner, everyone is genuinely happy for him.

"Thank you all for coming to see me," Qin Feng continued. "I just got back today, so I'm spending some time with my family first. I'll have a proper chat with everyone another time when I have more free time."

After a brief exchange with the villagers, Qin Feng thanked the police officers who were maintaining order: "Thank you all for your hard work. I've prepared some small gifts for you; I'll have someone bring them over in a bit."

"Mr. Qin, you're too kind. It's our duty," the officer in charge quickly said.

Qin Feng nodded and walked into the convenience store with his family.

The store is still the same as I remember it—not very big, about sixty square meters, with shelves full of various daily necessities and food.

There was a small cash register against the wall, with an old computer on it.

But today, the store had clearly been thoroughly cleaned, and the goods on the shelves were neatly arranged.

In the open space in the middle, there was a round table, which was already full of dishes—braised pork, steamed fish, stir-fried vegetables, stewed chicken soup... all home-style dishes.

"Mom, you made so many dishes?" Qin Yao exclaimed in surprise.

"Your brother hasn't been back for two years, of course we should do something nice for him." The mother smiled through her tears, "Please sit down, please sit down."

The family sat down around the table.

Looking at the table full of dishes, Qin Feng felt a long-lost warmth welling up in his heart.

This is the taste of home—simple, unpretentious, but the most authentic.

"Come on, Xiaofeng, try this braised pork, it's your favorite." His mother put a large piece of pork into Qin Feng's bowl.

"Mom, I can do it myself," Qin Feng said quickly.

The father laughed and said, "You don't know, your mother has been talking about you all the time these past two years, saying that you weren't eating or sleeping well in Africa... Now that you're finally back, let her take good care of you."

Qin Feng felt a lump in his throat and lowered his head to take a bite of the braised pork. The taste was just as he remembered—rich but not greasy, sweet and delicious.

"It's delicious," he said sincerely.

"Eat more if you like it!" His mother put more food on his plate.

Qin Yao laughed from the side, "Mom, you're being unfair! I want some too!"

"Everything is available!" Mother happily served food to everyone.

Qin Yang couldn't wait to ask, "Brother, are all those cars outside... really given to us?"

"Okay." Qin Feng nodded. "The Bentley is for Yao Yao, one Maybach is for me, and the other is for Mom and Dad. The Audi S8 is for you. Those G-Wagons are for the security team, you don't need to worry about them."

"The guard..." The father hesitated for a moment, "Xiao Feng, you came back this time... with so many people, and guns too... is it...?"

"Dad, don't worry," Qin Feng explained. "Those are all legitimate security personnel, and their weapons have been specially approved. We brought them back to protect the safety of our family."

The mother's expression changed. "Xiaofeng, have you offended someone outside?"

"Mom, don't worry," Qin Feng comforted her. "It's nothing serious. With these guards here, no one will dare to cause trouble."

He paused, then added, "Moreover, the government also sent people to protect us this time. There are people from the Ministry of State Security in those cars outside."

"The government has sent people here?" the father asked in surprise.

"Yes." Qin Feng nodded. "Some of the things I did in Black Continent were helpful to the country. That's why the country values ​​our safety."

This was half true and half false, but it was enough to put the parents at ease.

"That's good, that's good..." The mother breathed a sigh of relief. "Xiaofeng, I don't ask you to be successful, I just hope you'll be safe and sound."

"I will, Mom," Qin Feng said earnestly.

The family ate and chatted in a warm atmosphere. Qin Feng recounted some of his experiences in Heilongjiang—of course, an embellished version, mentioning things like "starting a company," "doing some business," and "making some friends"...

The parents listened with great interest, occasionally expressing their amazement.

Qin Yang's eyes lit up, filled with envy for his brother's experience.

"Brother, can I... go to Africa with you?" Qin Yang asked tentatively.

"You want to go?" Qin Feng looked at him.

"Yes!" Qin Yang nodded vigorously. "I want to see the...kingdom you built."

Qin Feng thought for a moment and said, "Okay. I'll take you to see it in a while."

After finishing his meal, Qin Feng had the guards unload the gifts from the car.

Besides the red wine, there were clothes for my parents, electronic products for my younger brother, and some local specialties brought back from abroad.

"Why did you buy so much stuff..." the mother asked, looking at the mountain of gifts. "How much money did it cost..."

"Mom, your son has money now, so you can use it without worry," Qin Feng said with a smile. "Don't work so hard anymore. You can open the convenience store whenever you want, or close it if you don't want to. I'll support you."

"That won't do!" The father shook his head. "We're still young, we can still do it. Besides, we've run this shop our whole lives, we don't know what we'll do if we close it down."

"It's up to you then," Qin Feng said, not forcing the issue. "But don't overwork yourself. Hire a shop assistant to help out, and you can just manage the accounts."

"We'll see," Mother said with a smile. "Here, try this tea. It was a gift from your Aunt Zhang. She said it's some really good tea..."

The family chatted for a long time, until late at night.