Reborn in 2006, it's incredibly awesome!

In the afternoon, Beijing Railway Station was bustling with people coming and going like a tidal wave. The noise of the crowd was deafening.

The Rolls-Royce and the Audi A6 turned into the ground-level parking lot next to the station, one after the other. Lin Feng got out of the car, and Wang Hu also got out of the Audi. The two walked side by side towards the arrival gate.

Just as they reached the corner of the square, a taxi stopped diagonally behind them, and Ye Baozhu and Wang Cuihua, carrying crumpled woven bags, emerged, their backs hunched over.

The two men, heads down and faces full of gloom, walked past Lin Feng and his companion from the side, only two or three steps away.

Wang Cuihua's face was streaked with tears, her voice trembling: "Oh my God, what kind of mess is this... This trip to Beijing cost several hundred yuan just for the round-trip train tickets and taxi fare, and I got nothing in return, not to mention I've been in jail for over ten days. Now my son has been beaten into a cripple, is there no justice left?"

Ye Baozhu looked around, then lowered his voice and shouted angrily, "Stop fucking crying! This station is full of people. You may be shameless, but I still have my pride! Let's go back and check on our son. We'll get our revenge sooner or later. This matter can't just be left like this."

The two walked forward, grumbling and cursing. Their voices weren't loud, but Lin Feng's hearing was far superior to that of ordinary people.

Even amidst the noise of the surroundings, he could hear everything clearly and immediately recognized the couple's voices.

He glanced at them sideways. The elderly couple were carrying woven bags, their backs were slightly hunched, and their clothes were rustic and wrinkled, making them look rather downcast and pitiful.

But he knew in his heart that there was always a reason why someone was pitiful. When they threw a tantrum, demanded millions, and sold Ye Qing to Zhou Tao, they were anything but pitiful.

He gently shook his head, not wanting to make things difficult for them.

They've already been detained, and their son has been taught a lesson. As long as they stop causing trouble in Beijing, there's no need to push them to the brink. After all, they are Ye Qing's biological parents.

"Brother Feng, what are you looking at?" Wang Hu followed his gaze and saw only two elderly people from the countryside. He scratched his head and said, "I thought there were beautiful women there."

Lin Feng looked away: "What beautiful women? How's the renovation going at the nightclub?"

Wang Hu grinned and said, "Hey, stop pretending, let's start demolishing! The old stadium is over 6,000 square meters. The original stands, partitions, and old wiring all have to be demolished. We've been demolishing for four days now, and it's still not all cleared. Today, I had Lei Zi bring ten brothers to keep an eye on things on site."

Lin Feng nodded: "That's normal. A venue that big would take at least half a month to demolish. By the way, how are the people Zhao Hu and Baldy found for you? Are they reliable?"

Wang Hu said with a satisfied look, "Quite reliable! They're all over 1.8 meters tall, and on average 26 or 27 years old. There are a few veterans, two provincial team members who are Sanda and wrestlers, and a few tough guys like me who have been around since they were kids. They're all sharp and skilled, and they're quite to my liking."

As Lin Feng walked, he instructed, "That's fine. Before the business opens, let them stay in the dorms whenever they have free time. I've already had someone buy sandbags, barbells, and other fitness equipment so they can train every day to keep in shape. They should stay home as much as possible and avoid causing trouble. They'll receive a thousand yuan a month as pocket money first, and their formal salaries will be calculated after the business opens. It's okay to take them out for drinks every night, but after drinking, they must return to the dorms properly and are not allowed to cause any trouble while drunk."

Wang Hu waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, Brother Feng. We're both in our late twenties, almost thirty. We know what we're doing and are much more stable than me. We just drink some beer and chat every night."

As the two were talking, a familiar, loud voice suddenly rang out from not far away, its penetrating power drowning out all other sounds: "Eldest son! Over here!"

Lin Feng looked up and saw seven people standing by the exit, representing three generations: old, middle-aged, and young, carrying large and small bags.

It was his parents, his maternal grandmother, his third aunt, and his aunt Wang Qian, with a mother and daughter standing next to them.

He quickly went to greet them and took the heaviest suitcase from Guo Yan's hands: "Mom, Dad, Grandma, Aunt, you must be tired from your journey."

Grandma said with a kind face, "Xiaofeng, did we disturb your work? We can just take a taxi there ourselves. You're so busy, why did you make a special trip?"

Third Aunt nodded in agreement: "Yes, yes, you're a big boss now, with so much to do every day. We're perfectly capable, we don't need to take on that responsibility."

Lin Feng laughed heartily and said, "Oh, that won't do. No matter how busy I am, I have to make time to pick you up."

His aunt, Wang Qian, came up from behind and smacked him with a stick.

She's only four years older than Raymond Lam, and just graduated from university a year ago. They grew up together and were used to each other's company. "Wow, you're doing pretty well these days! You're a big boss in Beijing now? And you've gotten even more handsome, I almost didn't recognize you."

Lin Feng grinned and said, "Even if I were the King of Heaven, I'd still have to call you 'Auntie.' Let's go to the parking lot."

Guo Yan then pulled over the mother and daughter beside her and introduced them to Lin Feng: "Son, this is my old classmate, your Aunt Cao, Cao Guilian. This is her daughter, Tian Jing, who is four years older than you and graduated a year ago. Your Aunt Cao is amazing; she gave birth to Tian Jing when she was only nineteen, and she still looks so young."

Lin Feng nodded. "Hello, Aunt Cao."

Cao Guilian smiled kindly: "Oh, Xiaofeng, I used to hold you when you were little! You've grown so much now."

Wang Qian leaned over and raised an eyebrow at Lin Feng: "Isn't it a coincidence? Tian Jing was my classmate in college, and we're really good friends."

Lin Feng glanced at Tian Jing, his gaze pausing for a moment.

Tian Jing's outfit was refreshing and eye-catching.

She wore a light pink strapless tank top, with her breasts looking like they were about to burst open; she wore tight shorts with black stockings that barely reached her knees, revealing a glimpse of her slender, white thighs, making her look youthful and sexy.

He was so engrossed in watching that he forgot to speak.

Tian Jing looked at Lin Feng with a hint of surprise in her eyes. She hadn't expected Lin Feng to be so young and handsome.

She smiled and extended her hand generously: "Hello, Lin Feng, I've heard Wang Qian mention you quite often."

"Ah... Hello, Sister Jing." Lin Feng immediately snapped out of his daze and reached out to shake her hand. Her hand was soft and smooth, her fingertips slightly cool, which made Lin Feng's heart flutter slightly. "Welcome to Beijing, stay a few more days before you leave."

Wang Hu, standing nearby, stared wide-eyed and quickly moved forward, extending his large, fan-like hand, drool practically dripping from his mouth: "Hello, Sister Jing! My name is Wang Hu, I'm Brother Feng's brother..."

Before he could finish speaking, Lin Haiyang walked over with a smile and grabbed Wang Hu's hand: "Hey, isn't this Hu Zi! When did you come to Beijing? Did you come to stay with my son?"

With his hand gripped, Wang Hu could only awkwardly avert his gaze and chuckle, "Hello, Uncle Lin. I've been here for several days now, just came to help Brother Feng out."

Guo Yan raised her loud voice, interrupting their conversation: "Alright, alright, stop standing there like idiots. Eldest son, where are we going first? Is everything arranged?"

Lin Feng picked up his luggage: "It's all arranged. Let's go to the hotel first. It's our own hotel, so feel free to stay there as if you're at home."

Guo Yan and Lin Haiyang exchanged a glance, both seeing surprise in each other's eyes—when did their son start owning a hotel in Beijing?

The people around didn't think much of it and assumed it was a small inn owned by Raymond Lam, which he called a hotel to make it look more impressive.

The group chatted and laughed as they followed Lin Feng toward the parking lot.

Tian Jing walked behind, secretly raised her eyes, and glanced at Lin Feng's back, who was walking in front. She gently rubbed her fingertips together, and a faint smile appeared on her lips.