My son is a reincarnated soul; I overheard his inner thoughts and became the richest man.

After the ancestral worship ceremony, the entire village, young and old, gathered in the open space in front of the ancestral hall for a continuous feast.

Chenjia Village is not wealthy, as can be seen from the dilapidated ancestral hall behind it.

Large sections of the adobe walls have peeled off, revealing the mud core underneath. The roof tiles are also sparse, as if a strong wind could blow these old houses over.

As a prominent figure in the village, Chen Feng was naturally seated at the main table, right next to the former village chief, Chen Chunhe.

After several rounds of drinks and five courses of food,

Chen Feng put down his chopsticks, glanced at the dilapidated ancestral hall behind him, and slowly said, "Sixth Uncle, I've been busy outside all these years and haven't had much time to take care of the family."

"When I came back this time, I saw that our ancestral hall was in a really bad state. If there is a wind and rain, the ancestral tablets will probably suffer."

"I was thinking, should we find some time to demolish this old ancestral hall and rebuild a more magnificent one?"

Before the old village chief could reply, Chen Feng pointed in the direction of the village entrance.

"And the road into the village is full of mud pits. On sunny days you're covered in dust, and on rainy days you're covered in mud. It's too much of a hardship for the villagers to go out, and cars can't even get in."

"Why not just build this road as well, paving it directly with asphalt and making the roadbed thicker? It'll last for decades."

"As for the money, don't worry about it, I'll take care of it all."

Upon hearing this, the lively drinking game on the table instantly stopped.

In fact, Chen Feng had considered building the road as early as last year.

But at that time, I was short of money and had to support two money-devouring companies, Legend and Fengtian Technology, so I really couldn't afford to do anything about it.

But things are different now.

Now, even a tiny bit of money that slips through Chen Feng's fingers is enough to renovate the entire village.

For him, millions are just a number.

But spending those millions in the village has a completely different meaning.

Building bridges and paving roads has always been considered a virtuous and benevolent act.

Not only can it earn a good reputation, but more importantly, it allows parents to continue living in the village.

Since they are away from home most of the year, the villagers will naturally take good care of the elderly couple because of this bond of kinship.

This is the simplest and most effective form of "investing in personal relationships".

The old village chief, Chen Chunhe, was so excited that he could barely hold his wine glass. His voice trembled as he said, "Ah Feng, you...you mean it? You really want to build roads and an ancestral hall for the village?"

The surrounding villagers held their breath, their eyes fixed intently on Chen Feng.

This is a great thing that the whole village has been waiting for for many years!

Chen Feng smiled calmly, his tone firm: "Of course it's true. Sixth Uncle, I don't know anything about engineering, so I'll have to trouble you and the elders in the village to figure out the specifics."

"Here's what I'll do: I'll transfer five million to the village's collective account first. If it's not enough, just tell my dad, and I'll make up the difference."

"Five...five million?!"

The old village chief gasped, waving his hands repeatedly, "Enough! That's more than enough! There's no need for so much!"

"Even if we built an ancestral hall of this size in our village like a palace, it would only cost two or three hundred thousand yuan at most. Although road construction is expensive, we can build it beautifully with our own labor, costing one or two million yuan."

"Five million? That's an astronomical figure!"

The villagers nearby were also shocked.

In their simple understanding, five million could buy the entire village.

Chen Feng smiled and poured a glass of wine for the old village chief.

"It's okay if there's too much; the rest of the money will stay in the village account and be used to establish a public welfare fund."

"From now on, when the village organizes collective activities, or when we give rice, flour, oil, or red envelopes to people over sixty years old during festivals, the money will all come from this fund. It can also help out anyone in a pinch."

"This is my way of giving back to the villagers as a junior."

These words moved the entire audience.

This isn't road construction; it's practically giving the entire village a long-term meal ticket!

The old village chief's eyes reddened slightly, and he slapped his thigh suddenly: "Good! Since Ah Feng has such great benevolence and righteousness, we must not let you down."

"This money must be used for its designated purpose! I propose that we form a supervisory team. The accountant, your father, and I will jointly manage the accounts."

"Every penny spent requires the signatures of three people. If anyone dares to try and embezzle this money, I, Chen Chunhe, will be the first to object and send them straight to jail!"

"Alright, I'll follow Uncle Liu's arrangements."

Chen Feng nodded in agreement.

Having the father involved in managing the accounts not only gives the elderly couple more face in the village, but also avoids some unnecessary troubles—a win-win situation.

After the dinner, Chen Feng went home first because he still had some official business to attend to.

Chen's father, however, was left at the scene.

The old village chief immediately convened a village-wide meeting and announced this important news through a loudspeaker.

When the words "five million" were broadcast throughout the village, the entire Chenjia Village was in an uproar.

In an era when the average monthly income is only a few hundred yuan, the impact of five million is no different from that of a nuclear bomb.

The way the villagers looked at Chen's father completely changed.

Envy, awe, gratitude... a mix of emotions.

Raising such an outstanding son is truly a blessing for the Chen family!

"Brother Jianguo, your son Afeng's spending is simply exquisite!"

"That's right, Uncle Jianguo. Afeng is a very busy man now and doesn't have time to come back often. In the future, if you two need any help at home, even if it's just changing a light bulb or carrying a bag of rice, just let us know, and the whole village will take care of it without hesitation!"

"That's right! We people from Chenjia Village are the most conscientious. Ah Feng has taken such good care of the village, we can't be ungrateful!"

......

Listening to the heartfelt flattery from the villagers around him, Chen Jianguo, who had initially felt a pang of regret for the five million yuan, completely let go of his worries.

Instead, there was an unprecedented sense of satisfaction.

This life has been worthwhile!

His son's success not only brought honor to the family but also made him, as the father, stand tall in the village.

From now on, in this area, everyone who sees him must respectfully call him "Uncle Jianguo".

This feeling of comfort from head to toe is something I wouldn't trade for any amount of money.

......

I spent a cozy weekend at home with my parents.

On Sunday afternoon, Chen Feng took Chen Xiaotian to say goodbye to his parents, picked up Chu Yuan from school on the way, and embarked on their journey back to Shanghai.

Before leaving, the promised five million had already been deposited into the village's collective account.

With that, this matter was finally put to rest.

......

Time flew by and it was already April 13th.

Inside an elegant private room at a hotel in Shanghai.

Chen Feng arrived ten minutes early to show his respect for the "Battery King".

"Mr. Wang, it's a pleasure to meet you!"

Seeing Wang Chuanfu push open the door and enter, Chen Feng smiled and stood up to greet him.

Although Wang Chuanfu was a few years older than Chen Feng, he dared not be presumptuous in front of this rising star, the second richest man in the country. He quickly stepped forward to shake hands and said, "Mr. Chen, you are too kind. I have long admired your name and am finally able to meet you in person today."

"Please have a seat, Mr. Wang. Let's eat and chat."

The meeting was private, and neither of them brought assistants.

With the food and drinks served, the atmosphere gradually warmed up as people toasted and exchanged drinks.

After a few rounds of drinks, Wang Chuanfu put down his chopsticks and cut to the chase: "President Chen, you specifically invited me here not just to catch up, right?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Feng also stopped his casual conversation.

"Mr. Wang is a straightforward person, so I'll get straight to the point."

Chen Feng looked at the other person and said sincerely, "Fengchi Electric Vehicles and BYD have always been close partners. But I think this business relationship can be further elevated."

"Oh?" Wang Chuanfu raised an eyebrow. "What does President Chen mean?"

"I want to invest in BYD."

Chen Feng presented his pre-prepared proposal: "Would Mr. Wang be interested in introducing a strategic shareholder to BYD?"

This was not a spur-of-the-moment decision.

Even back in Chen Xiaotian's mind, Chen Feng knew that BYD would grow into a new energy vehicle giant with a market value of hundreds of billions.

Investing now can solve the future battery supply problem for Fengchi electric vehicles, preventing us from being held hostage, and also allow us to ride the wave of the future new energy vehicle industry. It's an incredibly profitable deal.

Upon hearing Chen Feng's intention, Wang Chuanfu was stunned, and then fell into deep thought.

Although BYD is doing well now, it does face enormous financial pressure during its expansion.

Bringing in a powerful investor doesn't seem like a bad thing.

Seeing that Wang Chuanfu was weighing the pros and cons, Chen Feng decided to add fuel to the fire.

"Mr. Wang, if I may ask, do you have any plans to enter the automotive industry recently?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Chuanfu's pupils constricted sharply, and he stared at Chen Feng in astonishment: "President Chen...where did you hear this rumor from?"

This is incredible!

The plan to acquire Qin Chuan Automobile is currently just a concept in his mind. Even among the company's senior management, few people know about it. How did this richest man, Chen, find out?

Seeing Wang Chuanfu's reaction, Chen Feng chuckled inwardly, but maintained a mysterious smile on his face.

"I haven't heard any rumors; it's purely based on my judgment of the industry's logic."

Chen Feng calmly replied, "But I suspect that what Mr. Wang wants to make isn't just traditional gasoline-powered cars, right?"

"To be honest, I also want to build cars. But I'm not interested in gasoline-powered cars; that's the domain of Europe, America, Japan, and South Korea, and it's difficult for us to get involved. What I'm optimistic about is electric vehicles."

"Overtaking on the curve is our only chance."

"Electric cars?!"

At this point, Wang Chuanfu could no longer sit still.

Because this is his wildest and most secret dream deep in his heart!

Although current battery technology is far from meeting the requirements for driving cars, he firmly believes that electricity is the future of automobiles.

Unexpectedly, this young tycoon who made his fortune in the gaming industry had the exact same strategic vision as himself!

A sense of excitement, that "I am not alone in this path," welled up within me.

But as exciting as it may seem, reality is often harsh.

Wang Chuanfu gave a wry smile: "Mr. Chen truly has keen insight. Indeed, I have the idea of ​​building cars and have dreamed of electric vehicles. But there are too many difficulties ahead—funding, technology, and most importantly, car licenses..."

"Getting into the car business is a bottomless pit of money. BYD's current assets probably can't withstand such a gamble."