Returning wealthy individuals develop their hometowns and become rich in the 1980s

Huang Zhili's face darkened at his aunt Huang Lanzhi's words. He placed his hand on the table, unsure whether to pick up a cup or chopsticks.

Huang Lanzhi was actually saying these things to Huang Zhili because she genuinely wanted the best for her nephew. She also realized that anyone outside of the Chen family's third branch who wanted to get benefits from Chen Dong was just daydreaming.

But Huang Zhili, to put it bluntly, is just like Chen Zaixing before him—lazy and cunning. His aunt Huang Lanzhi's words, though unintentional, were taken to heart by Huang Zhili, who felt that his aunt had become successful and looked down on her own nephew.

In Huang Zhili's view, what it means to be honest and hardworking, learn a trade in a factory for a few years, earn enough money, and then have a matchmaker introduce you to a village girl so you can live a peaceful life? It's just that his aunt Huang Lanzhi looks down on people.

Back then, Chen Zaixing was a notorious troublemaker in Lianzhai. Now he runs a supermarket, gets involved in real estate, and has even become a member of the CPPCC (Chinese People's Political Consultative Conference). He drives luxury cars and officials fawn over him.

Why can Chen Zaixing do it, but I, Huang Zhili, can't?

Although Huang Zhili was indignant, he didn't dare to say it in front of so many people. He just stammered that he was full and would go home first, and then left the Chen family's old house.

Seeing her nephew like this, Huang Lanzhi followed him all the way to the door. She watched as Huang Zhili walked away without looking back. Huang Lanzhi originally wanted to call out to him and say a few more words, but then she decided against it.

Huang Zhili muttered curses under his breath as he walked, "Damn it, you snobbish people! Just you wait, one day I'll be rich, and I'll buy a car even better than yours and park it in front of your houses!"

Huang Zhili walked past the former village brigade headquarters, now renamed the street office, grumbling as he passed by. There he saw a man squatting under a banyan tree, smoking, with a lot of cigarette butts lying around his feet.

Huang Zhili looked at the man curiously, not recognizing him in the village, and walked over to ask, "You're not from our village, are you? Who are you looking for?"

Liu Fu looked up at Huang Zhili, his face full of fat forcing a smile that looked more like a grimace. "I'm here to find Huang Bingkun from your village. I don't know where he lives, so I'd like to ask around. Young man, could you tell me where he lives?"

"Why are you looking for Huang Bingkun?"

"I live in the shantytown on Huanghe North Road in the county town. They're demolishing houses there right now. I heard that if you pay the difference of 2,000 yuan, you can get an 80-square-meter apartment. So I came here to try and find Director Huang to lower the price. Hehe," Liu Fu made up a lie, hoping to fool the young man in front of him and get Huang Bingkun's address.

The sack he was sitting on contained the sharp knife he used to use to drain pigs' blood at the slaughterhouse. He had come today to cause trouble for that bastard Huang Bingkun.

That son of a bitch Huang Bingkun actually dared to send people to ambush his son on the way to the slaughterhouse, and beat his son so badly that he broke two ribs and one leg bone. His wife secretly sent someone to tell him that the district people's hospital had issued a notice that even if his son's leg was set, he would be lame for the rest of his life.

After stabbing someone, Liu Fu originally planned to flee to a relative's house in another city to lay low for a while. His wife had originally raised money for him to run away, but now all of it had been used up for their son's hospitalization, so they had no money left to run away.

Liu Fu is now ruthless. "You, Huang Bingkun, are heartless, so don't blame me, Liu Fu, for being unjust. If you dare touch my son, I'll kill your whole family." He has been scouting around Lianzhai for the past few days, and today he came to confirm the exact location of Huang Bingkun's house. He plans to make his move tonight, kill him, rob him, and then run away.

Hearing what the man opposite him said, Huang Zhili took a closer look at him. The man was wearing a dusty old military uniform with frayed cuffs, his liberation shoes were covered in mud, he had a scar on his face, and his eyes occasionally revealed a ruthless glint.

Huang Zhili immediately sensed that the person in front of him was not a good person, so he deliberately asked him, "What's your name?"

"My name is Liu Yitian. Brother, please help me and take me to Director Huang's house. I will definitely thank you later," Liu Fu said, taking out a crumpled pack of Hongmei cigarettes from his pocket, pulling one out and handing it to Huang Zhili, while lighting one for himself.

Huang Zhili took the bent Hongmei cigarette, curled his lip in disgust. He had just been smoking Huazi Mudan at his aunt's house, and seeing this five-mao-a-pack Hongmei, he couldn't help but think that such a cheap cigarette was the kind of thing you'd use to fool someone when you needed a favor.

Despite his reluctance, Huang Zhili still craned his neck to let Liu Fu light the cigarette he was holding with a match. Exhaling a smoke ring, Huang Zhili deliberately drawled, "Huang Bingkun hasn't been home lately. Something happened at the demolition site. Don't you know where you live?"

Liu Fu's heart tightened, but he feigned ignorance on his face. "What happened?"

"His man was stabbed by a resident who was being relocated, and he's still in the hospital. He's spending all his time there, so he doesn't have time to worry about your house purchase," Huang Zhili said, taking another drag of his cigarette. "If you really want to find him, you'll have to go to the county hospital."

"I see," Liu Fu said, feigning regret. "Young man, then tell me where Director Huang lives. I'll bring some gifts and visit him tomorrow so I can go to the hospital to talk to Director Huang about the house."

Huang Zhili paused in his smoking, then turned around and casually pointed to Liu Fu, saying, "Huang Bingkun's house is in the third row at the east end of the village, the one with a pomegranate tree in front of the door. It's easy to find. There's also a hand-cranked well in front of his house. You can see it as soon as you walk over."

Liu Fu was secretly delighted, but kept a straight face. "Okay, thank you, sir."

Huang Zhili waved his hand and said it was nothing. He smoked a cigarette and hummed a little tune as he walked back towards the Chen family's old house. Liu Fu squatted under the banyan tree, watching Huang Zhili's figure disappear into the alley. He slowly stood up, threw the sack on his shoulder, and walked towards the east end of the village.

Lianzhai Village is now paved with cement roads. Liu Fu had no interest in observing the surrounding buildings. He kept his head down and tried his best not to let anyone see his face. He came to the direction Huang Zhili pointed and walked into the alley. Sure enough, he saw a pomegranate tree and a hand-cranked well next to it.

Beside the hand-cranked well, a woman was washing vegetables, and a child was teasing ants on the ground with a twig. When the woman saw Liu Fu walk by, she turned her head and looked over. Liu Fu immediately pretended to be just passing by and continued walking deeper into the alley without stopping.

It's broad daylight now, so we can't make a move. If we do, the neighbors will come, and even if we succeed, we won't be able to escape the village.

I'll wait until night, when it's quiet and everyone's asleep, then I'll break in. You son of a bitch, Huang Bingkun, bullying people like that, I'll kill your whole family and make you know the pain your family has suffered!