When I went home for Chinese New Year, I spent a million times more money on my foreign wife.

In the early morning in Kaoshantun, before the fog had completely dissipated, a row of black walls had already formed in front of the Chen Family Courtyard.

Ten burly men, dressed in black tactical coats and wearing sunglasses, stood with their hands behind their backs in the snow. They were all uniformly tall, each standing at 1.9 meters, and their exposed necks were as thick as tree stumps, exuding a menacing aura that kept strangers at bay.

The old yellow dog that was passing by was about to bark twice when one of the men in black glanced at it through his sunglasses. It tucked its tail between its legs, whimpered, and scurried into the woodpile, never daring to show its face again.

The S-level security team, awarded by the system, is incredibly efficient.

"Boss, the convoy is ready and can depart at any time."

The head of security, codenamed "Black Hawk," walked up to Chen Yang, snapped to attention, and gave a sharp salute with a powerful, swift motion that created a gust of wind.

Chen Yang tightened his mink coat and pulled down Katyusha's white woolen hat to cover her ears.

"Let's go into the mountains."

The group set off in a grand procession towards the forest farm behind the mountain.

Xiao Zhang, the surveyor sent by the county, followed behind carrying his equipment.

He glanced at the group of bodyguards in front of him who looked like Terminators, then at the desolate old forest around him, and couldn't help but move closer to Chen Yang.

"Mr. Chen, these...where did you hire these gentlemen? They don't look like ordinary security guards."

"Oh, I used to work as a mine inspector abroad," Chen Yang casually made up.

Xiao Zhang swallowed hard and didn't ask any more questions.

Mining? Those eyes are so sharp they look like they could poke a hole in someone; they're probably mercenaries.

The mountain road was difficult to travel, and the snow was above knee-deep.

The group walked for half an hour, stumbling along, when suddenly the bushes ahead began to sway.

"Hmph—"

A wild boar weighing over 300 pounds, covered in pine-soil armor, charged out of the snowdrift, its tusks swaying, and faced the group.

Xiao Zhang screamed in fright and plopped down on the snow, nearly dropping the total station in his hand.

"Boss, watch out!"

Before Chen Yang could speak, two bodyguards stepped forward and blocked his way.

Without any extra movements, he simply drew a baton from his waist, flicked his wrist, and the alloy baton made a crisp clanging sound.

That murderous aura, seemingly rolled out from a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, instantly enveloped the entire scene.

The wild boar, which had been charging aggressively, seemed to have run into an invisible wall. Its charge came to an abrupt halt, and its front hooves plowed two deep furrows in the snow.

It grunted twice, its beady green eyes looking at the group of men in black with fear, then turned and ran, crashing through two small trees as thick as bowls, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"This...this works?" Xiao Zhang got up from the ground, patted the snow off his bottom, and looked at the group of bodyguards as if they were gods.

Chen Yang ignored the interruption and continued climbing up with Katyusha in his hand.

Once we reached the halfway point up the mountain, the view suddenly opened up.

This is the core area of ​​the advanced ski slopes marked in the system's "World-Class Ski Resort Design Blueprints".

In front of us was a steep, cliff-like slope, with an estimated incline of nearly 70 degrees. Below were dense red pine forests and jagged ravines, with a drop of at least 500 meters.

The cold wind howled, swirling snowflakes that slapped against my face.

Xiao Zhang took out the blueprint and compared it with the drawing; his face turned green.

"Mr. Chen, this area must be sealed off. It's too dangerous. Forget skiing, just standing here makes you dizzy. It's a cliff; even professional athletes would be forced to kneel."

Chen Yang looked at the blueprints without saying a word.

Katyusha didn't want to think about that.

She stood on the edge of the cliff, her bright blue eyes shining, pointing to the almost vertical snow slope, and excitedly tugged at Chen Yang's sleeve.

"Comrade! This! I want to play with this!"

She pointed to the steep, deadly slope, her tone as if she had seen a new toy.

Xiao Zhang's legs went weak again: "Sister-in-law... Sister-in-law, you can't play like this! It's too dangerous!"

Katyusha couldn't understand the long string of words; she only sensed that the other party was refusing.

She pursed her lips, took the snowboard she had brought from the side of her backpack, and skillfully strapped it onto her feet.

She specifically asked the security guards to buy this.

"No, no, no, this is exciting!"

Katyusha adjusted her goggles and made a face at Chen Yang: "I'm going to fly!"

"Hey! Don't..." Xiao Zhang reached out to stop him.

late.

Katyusha pushed off with both legs, and like a white cannonball, she shot straight off the edge of the cliff.

"Ah—!" Xiao Zhang screamed, covering his eyes and unable to look.

Amidst the whistling wind, Katyusha's figure traced a perfect parabola in the air.

The moment it landed, the snowboard cut into the snow, kicking up a cloud of snow.

She swooped down a near-vertical slope at high speed, and instead of dodging protruding rocks, she used them as platforms to perform a difficult 720-degree spin and grab the board in mid-air.

Her long golden hair danced wildly behind her head, and with each turn she precisely cut on the edge of death.

That's not skiing, that's flying on a sword over a snow-capped mountain.

The fighting spirit of the Russian people has awakened; fear is simply not a word in her vocabulary.

The bodyguard behind him watched expressionlessly.

Chen Yang took out a cigarette, lit it, took a deep drag, looked at the little dot frolicking freely in the snowy forest, and exhaled a smoke ring.

A few minutes later.

The voice of the bodyguard from the foot of the mountain came through the walkie-talkie: "Boss, Madam has landed safely. She said... she wants to do it one more time."

Xiao Zhang slumped to the ground, panting heavily, watching Katyusha's trajectory as if he were looking at an alien relic.

"Mr. Chen... how is this ski slope rated?" Xiao Zhang asked, trembling.

Chen Yang flicked his cigarette ash, staring at the despairing trajectory.

"Circle this road and put up a red sign. Name it 'Katyusha Devil's Road'."

Chen Yang turned around and pointed to the surrounding hills.

"This area, this area, and that forest over there. Enclose the whole thing. If we're going to build something, let's build something world-class."

The survey work ended as Xiao Zhang's worldview crumbled.

Thousands of acres of forest were given the surname Chen with a single stroke of Chen Yang's finger.

As we descended the mountain, the sun was already setting in the west.

The convoy chugged through the snow back to the village entrance.

Just past the big willow tree, Chen Yang saw a person squatting by the roadside through the car window.

That's my childhood friend, Tie Niu.

This man, who was usually as strong as an ox and had the loudest voice of anyone, was now huddled on the stone mill by the roadside like a wilted eggplant.

The ground was covered in cigarette butts, and the collar of his faded old cotton-padded jacket was covered in snow, indicating that he had been squatting there for quite some time.

He was clutching an old cell phone in his hand, the screen cracked, his thumb hovering over it, wanting to press the button but not daring to.

That's a major hurdle that we've encountered that we can't overcome.

"parking."

Chen Yang pushed open the car door.

A gust of cold wind blew in, and Tie Niu raised his head when he heard the noise.

His once bright eyes were now bloodshot. When he saw Chen Yang get out of that imposing G-Class, he instinctively hid his broken phone behind his back and forced a smile that looked more like a grimace.

"Yo...Yoko, you're back."

Chen Yang didn't say anything, but walked straight over and threw the half-empty pack of Zhonghua cigarettes in his hand into his arms.

"What happened?"

Tie Niu took the cigarette, his hand trembling slightly. He opened his mouth, but his eyes suddenly reddened. The 1.8-meter-tall man made a "gurgling" sound in his throat, managing to swallow his words back.

Chen Yang frowned and kicked the stone roller under his buttocks.

"Speak up. Is it Er Gou's gang causing trouble again?"

Tie Niu lowered his head, gripping the cigarette pack tightly until his knuckles turned white.

"Yoko...it's nothing, I just came out for a smoke."