Despite being incredibly wealthy, I want to be a prosecutor.

Zhou Hong pushed open the door to room 218. The room was filled with smoke, and two middle-aged men were arguing heatedly, their faces red and necks bulging.

One of them was my second aunt's husband.

There were about ten people in the room, mostly in their thirties or forties, with two young men in their twenties.

The main seat is already empty. My second aunt's husband and other truck drivers pooled their money to hire an employee of the traffic management bureau to help them keep their truck licenses valid, especially since they recently heard that there is a new document that will make the inspection of truck licenses more stringent.

Zhou Hong felt that this kind of thing might not actually be helpful, but that's just how Chinese culture is. When it comes to business or family matters, it seems like you don't feel confident unless you try to get close to someone.

But these people were a bit reckless; they drank the guests away, while their own people continued drinking, and the more they drank, the more lively it became.

"Second Uncle, my second aunt said you're not worthy of smoking those special-supply cigarettes. Here, we still have some of these at home. I just swiped a pack." Zhou Hong tossed the pack of soft Zhonghua cigarettes to his second uncle.

My aunt's husband was a little confused. There were cartons of Zhonghua cigarettes at home? How come I didn't know that?

And Xiao Hong even took a whole box?

But being concerned with saving face, he laughed and said, "Alright, alright, you're only in high school and you're already smoking?"

He couldn't bear to give away the whole pack of cigarettes; he opened one, spun it around, and threw it away, already feeling quite distressed.

"It still has to be Zhonghua?!" Old Zhang, who had once been called out by his second aunt's husband to look at Audis and had a good relationship with his second aunt's husband, exhaled a smoke ring with great satisfaction.

Old Li, still arguing with his second aunt's husband, refused to back down, saying, "Didn't you say there were special-supply Zhonghua cigarettes? This isn't one!"

Just as Zhou Hong was about to turn and leave, Old Zhang called out to him, "You must be Old Zhao's nephew from abroad, right? Your name is Zhou Hong, isn't it?"

Zhou Hong smiled and said, "Yes!"

"Oh my, your uncle just finished praising you. You're doing really well abroad, even buying an Audi A6 when you come back to your hometown? Were you driving just now?" Old Zhang said with a smile.

All eyes turned to him, and his second aunt's husband seemed to sober up a bit at this moment, looking somewhat embarrassed.

Zhou Hong chuckled inwardly, not expecting his second aunt's husband to boast about him like that in public. Of course, it was mainly for his own sake.

Good noodles, there's nothing I can do about it.

Old Li, who was arguing with his second aunt's husband, also looked at Zhou Hong: "Come on, nephew, sit down. Look at you, you drive your aunt's husband around in a car, but he won't even let you eat a bite of food. What kind of person are you?"

He certainly wouldn't be targeting a child, but he also used Zhou Hong to mock his uncle.

"Yes, yes, sit down!" Old Zhang pulled over a chair, chuckled, and pulled Zhou Hong to sit down next to him, even pouring Zhou Hong a glass of baijiu.

"The child is still in school..." The second aunt's husband had no words to express his predicament. No matter what, he couldn't let his nephew drink baijiu (Chinese liquor), especially since he was still a high school student.

"Aren't they all making money overseas?" Old Li asked.

Zhou Hong laughed and said, "I drove here, so I won't drink. I can't hold my liquor, and I don't want anything to happen." Since no one is aware of drunk driving yet, the first excuse that his second aunt's husband thought of was "the children."

"Just leave the car here when the time comes!" Old Zhang said enthusiastically.

Zhou Hong was helpless. That's just how drinking culture is. And this Uncle Zhang definitely didn't have bad intentions. He just thought it was for your own good. Letting your child drink at the table was a way of showing how much he valued you.

"I always drink wine and brandy in Elephant Country, I really can't get used to this kind of alcohol," Zhou Hong said, offering another excuse, though it was only half true.

I'm not a heavy drinker. I can manage a little bit of Wuliangye, but I can't even swallow Moutai. Drinking should be an enjoyment, not a torment, right?

My second aunt's husband quickly said, "Yes, yes, how about this, Xiao Hong, have a beer."

Zhou Hong thought it over and decided not to argue any further. He took a beer bottle, poured himself a glass, and said, "The uncles all drink baijiu, so I won't offer them any more drinks. I shouldn't have a say here either. You guys chat, I'll wait to drive my second aunt's husband and anyone going that way home."

Old Zhang laughed and said, "This kid is really something, he doesn't seem like someone his age."

Next, they drank and chatted for a while, and soon my second aunt's husband and Old Li started arguing again.

Zhou Hong was seated with the food aisle to his left and Lao Zhang to his right, so apart from Lao Zhang, who was sitting very close to him, he was basically an observer.

"Let me tell you, Chung Ti-er is in our county!" Old Li, who never got along with his second aunt's husband, proudly shared the exclusive news.

"Zhong Tier, who is that?" Second Uncle didn't care about these things.

"Look at you, you country bumpkin! You don't even know Zhong Ti'er? Ask the young people if they know her! Ask your nephew if he knows her!"

The two young men nodded repeatedly. One of them said, "Uncle, Chung Ti-er is a big star in Hong Kong. She's so beautiful!" His face was flushed and his eyes were full of longing as he spoke.

Zhou Hong sipped his beer in silence.

"Keep bragging. Dongning is a godforsaken place. Why would Hong Kong stars come here?" Second Uncle said with a look of disdain.

"Tch, you don't know anything! My daughter told me herself, it's upstairs, the top floor!" Old Li pointed to the ceiling. "The night they arrived, not only the sheets, but all the mattresses and blankets were changed to new ones! These things are called linens in hotels, and people bring their own! They seem to be high-end, but they're treated as disposable!"

"Oh, Xiao Cui is a waitress here. Maybe Lao Li wasn't making things up this time," someone said with a chuckle.

My aunt's husband still shook his head: "What's the point of having a problem person here?"

"Maybe the big-budget film we're co-producing will be shot in the countryside?" someone else said.

For a moment, Zhou Hong was forgotten, and everyone started talking about the angelic Hong Kong superstar.

While Zhou Hong was busy with his own things, he sent a text message to Fang Ting, the "Hope" representative.

A reply came quickly: "Mr. Hong: You're back in China now, right? If so, if you have time, could you come to Northwest Province? Several of my children would love to see you."

Zhou Hong thought for a moment and typed: "I'm too busy right now, so I won't be going to the Northwest this time. There's still more than a month until the college entrance exam, and more than two months until the final exams and summer vacation. Let the kids do their best on the exams. We'll select 100 students who have made the most progress, including those who have always been good students. I'll cover all the expenses. You can lead the team and take these kids to Donghai to have some fun. Consider it our mini summer camp."

A while later, a text message replied: "Okay, whatever you say."

A few minutes later, "Hope" couldn't help but reply with another text message: "This kind of differential treatment is unfair to these children who are already sensitive. I don't think we should use this method to motivate them to learn. What do you think?"

Zhou Hong smiled and typed, "Children from poor families mature early. I think they all have a competitive spirit at a very young age, much earlier than you and me. This is not a bad thing. In this way, the other children will also receive commemorative awards. I will prepare some souvenirs for them later, around a hundred yuan. I will transfer the money to you."

"Oh, that's not what I meant. You've gone to too much trouble."

"Have you forgotten that I've donated tens of millions of RMB to charity? You need to broaden your perspective."

This time, the other party replied slowly, more than ten minutes later, "Mr. Hong's image is about to collapse at this moment. He looks like a nouveau riche with a lot of money. I used to call you 'uncle,' but I was wrong..."

"They're just nouveau riche, haha."

We chatted casually about things like "hope" for work.

It was almost ten o'clock when the party ended.

Zhou Hong escorted several "uncles" home, earning himself a string of compliments.

When Zhou Hong's second aunt's husband was being dropped off at his doorstep, he patted Zhou Hong on the shoulder and said with great emotion, "Xiao Hong, you are the most successful one in your family. Jun'er can't compare to you!" Clearly, he had been greatly pleased with himself today, and his nephew was much more pleasing to the eye than before.