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Qingshui County, suburbs.

Inside a dilapidated auto repair shop that reeks of engine oil and rust.

"Clang! Clang!"

Jiang Haoran was wearing a worn-out work uniform covered in oil stains, holding a heavy wrench, and struggling to tighten the lug nuts on an old bread truck.

Sweat dripped down his dandruff-colored hair, mixing with the oil on his face to create black streaks.

In the small, dark break room of the repair shop, there was a second-hand, bulky CRT television that had been salvaged from some junkyard.

The TV screen was filled with static, but it was still clear that it was broadcasting the grand ceremony for incorporating members into the family genealogy in Jiangjia Village.

"...Oh my god! Ladies, look, haven't these wrinkles around my eyes been ironed out?!"

Hu Lahua's sharp and excited voice came from the television.

The camera then focused on the villagers, who looked radiant and full of energy after wearing the wooden plaques.

Jiang Haoran stopped what he was doing.

He stared intently at the screen, where those country bumpkins he had once looked down upon were now beaming with joy, as if they had been reborn.

Especially when he saw that big, silly Jiang Shitou was the first to go on stage and have a red ribbon tied around his neck by the old man himself.

An uncontrollable surge of jealousy and anger welled up from the depths of Jiang Haoran's heart.

The wrench in his hand was being squeezed so hard it made a "crunching" sound, and his knuckles turned pale from the force.

"Why should I?!"

"Why should I?!"

Jiang Haoran gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words.

"I am the direct grandson of the Jiang family! My father is Jiang Jianwen! My grandfather is Jiang Wanhai!"

"This kind of glory and achievement should have been mine!"

"Who does that Jiang Shitou think he is! A mentally unstable idiot! Why is he ranked first!"

"And that spicy flower! A widow from another family! She doesn't even deserve it!"

He grew angrier the more he thought about it, his chest heaving violently, and his eyes turning red with anger.

Just then.

A greasy, bald man approached; he was the owner of the repair shop.

The boss, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, slapped Jiang Haoran hard on the back of the head.

"What are you staring at?! What are you doing, spacing out like that?!"

"Change the oil in that BMW right away! The customer will be back from the restroom and needs it!"

This slap became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

Jiang Haoran was already seething with anger, and this blow completely ignited it.

He turned around abruptly, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the boss, the wrench in his hand pointing at the broken television in the lounge.

"Who the hell do you think you are, daring to hit me?!"

Jiang Haoran roared hysterically.

"Do you even know who I am? My grandfather is Jiang Wanhai! You know Jiangjia Village, right? The one who drops money from helicopters! When I get back to Jiangjia Village and inherit the family fortune, the first thing I'll do is bury you in money, you fatso!"

The repair shop owner was startled by his crazy appearance, but then he crossed his arms and sneered.

That look in his eyes was like he was looking at an idiot.

"Oh, still dreaming?"

"Everyone in the county knows about your family's messy affairs. Jiang Chen kicked you out the door long ago; you're not even as good as a dog!"

"Inherit the family fortune? You're not worthy!"

The boss spat a mouthful of phlegm on the ground, his face full of disdain.

"Stop bragging to me! Get to work! If you dawdle any longer, I'll dock half a month's pay!"

"you!"

Jiang Haoran's last shred of pitiful self-esteem was pierced by those words.

"ah--!"

He roared like a madman, raising the large, half-meter-long iron wrench in his hand.

He didn't smash it at the boss.

Instead, he turned around and, with all his might, smashed the television set that was playing celebratory images!

"Clang!"

A loud bang!

The old television screen shattered instantly, the picture tube emitted a piercing electrical sound, and a plume of black smoke billowed out.

The whole world fell silent.

But Jiang Haoran was still not satisfied.

With bloodshot eyes and a wrench in hand, he rushed out of the lounge.

In the courtyard, a brand-new BMW 5 Series is mounted on a lift, waiting for maintenance.

Jiang Haoran didn't even look, raised the wrench, and wrenched it against the smooth windshield again!

"Bang!"

The windshield, worth tens of thousands of dollars, shattered instantly, like a spider web.

"My car!"

An angry roar came from the side.

The owner of the BMW, a burly man wearing a floral shirt and a thick gold chain around his neck, was coming out of the restroom.

When he saw his beloved car smashed, his eyes immediately turned red.

"You son of a bitch! How dare you smash my car! I'll kill you today, or I'm not a Wang!"

The car owner roared and grabbed a steel pipe used for changing tires from the corner of the wall, then charged fiercely at Jiang Haoran.

When Jiang Haoran saw the murderous look in the other person's eyes and the gleaming steel pipe in his hand, his earlier madness vanished instantly.

He was so terrified that the wrench in his hand clattered to the ground.

He turned and ran!

"You stop right there!"

The driver chased after them relentlessly.

The repair shop owner also realized what was happening, grabbed a shovel, and chased after them.

"Don't run! You smashed my TV and you think you can just run away!"

Jiang Haoran fled frantically through the greasy alley like a stray dog.

In his panic, he lost his footing and stepped into thin air.

"Thump!"

He fell directly into a roadside sewage ditch belonging to a repair shop that had been accumulating for who knows how many years and was emitting a foul stench.

Black, foul-smelling engine oil mixed with sewage instantly submerged his chest.

He struggled to get up, but the car owner and the boss blocked him at the edge of the ditch, and steel pipes and shovels rained down on him.