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Late at night.

Under the dazzling neon lights of Shanghai, Jiang Chen sat in his Audi, enjoying the thrill of controlling wealth and engaging in a frenzied online shopping spree.

Meanwhile, a thousand miles away, in that quiet little county town, the lights in the Jiang family's old house remained lit for a long time.

Jiang Jianjun and Wang Xiuying, the elderly couple, sat at the old eight-immortal table, neither of them speaking.

There was only one cell phone on the table.

On the phone screen, the remaining balance of several thousand yuan was displayed after Jiang Chen had transferred living expenses to them earlier.

Looking at that string of numbers, the elderly couple felt like they were dreaming.

Their son's words on the phone, "This little bit of money is nothing," still echoed in their ears.

"His dad..."

In the end, it was Wang Xiuying who spoke first. She raised her hand, wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and her voice trembled with uncertainty.

"Tell me... is our son really a big boss out there?"

"This move cost over 50,000, without even blinking an eye..."

"And that gold bracelet, that Audi... My heart is still pounding, I just don't feel at ease."

Jiang Jianjun did not answer immediately.

He took out a pipe and tobacco leaves from his pocket, slowly filled a bowl, lit it, and took a deep drag.

The pungent smoke swirled in his lungs before he slowly exhaled it.

In the swirling smoke, his weathered face appeared somewhat blurred, but his eyes were brighter and sharper than ever before.

"Whatever he does outside, as long as he's doing it ethically and earning clean money, that's fine!"

Jiang Jianjun tapped his pipe on the table leg; the sound wasn't loud, but every word he uttered was full of power.

"Our son has grown up and become capable."

"They can really support us old folks!"

When he said the words "backing someone up," his back straightened unconsciously.

Recalling Liu Cuifen's face, which was as black as the bottom of a pot, and her disheveled appearance as she fled in panic just a few hours earlier, Jiang Jian-jun finally couldn't help but grin, revealing an extremely cheerful smile on his usually serious face.

"You didn't see it!" he said to his wife, gesturing excitedly.

"When she took that five thousand yuan in interest, her hands were shaking like a leaf!"

"Normally, they're so arrogant in front of us, but today? They don't dare utter a single word!"

"That feels great! That's fucking great!"

Jiang Jianjun slapped his thigh, feeling more comfortable than ever before in his life!

Wang Xiuying was amused by her husband's childlike behavior, and her unease dissipated considerably.

"Alright, alright, look how happy you are."

She stood up, her face regaining its radiance.

"Tomorrow, let's go to town and buy five pounds of the best pork belly! And a chicken too!"

"Let's celebrate! From today onwards, our family is debt-free!"

"Okay!" Jiang Jianjun nodded vigorously.

at the same time.

At the other end of the village, in Uncle Jiang Jian's home, the atmosphere was completely different.

Liu Cuifen was sitting on the edge of the bed, complaining to her husband with a lot of grievances.

"Tell me! Tell me! Did Jiang Lao Er's family have some incredible luck, like their ancestral graves emitting auspicious smoke? Or did they win the lottery?"

"Where did you get so much money? You just pulled it out like that!"

"And that gold bracelet! That Audi! They're fake, right? They must be fake!"

Uncle Jiang Jianguo was puffing on his cigarette, listening to his wife's nagging, and just sighed heavily.

He was an honest and upright person. Although he felt that the changes in his younger brother's family were a bit too sudden, he was actually happy more than anything else.

"It's fine as long as you return it."

He stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray and said in a muffled voice.

"Cuifen, let me tell you, from now on, you should stay away from their family."

"No matter what, he's still my younger brother. We're all family, don't go too far."

"Did you go too far?" Upon hearing this, Liu Cuifen's anger flared even more, and her voice suddenly rose.

"How did I go too far? Lending them money was an act of kindness! What's wrong with charging a little interest?"

"So what if you're rich?" she scoffed, her face full of disdain.

"Let me tell you, this is incredibly strange! In my opinion, their money was just a flash in the pan!"

"When he comes back for the New Year, I'll see what kind of beat-up car Jiang Chen drives and what cheap clothes he wears. Then we'll know the truth!"

Liu Cuifen's eyes were filled with malicious speculation.

She firmly believed that everything Jiang Chen did was an act.

She had no idea that the "year-end crackdown" she was looking forward to would soon turn into an epic-level, insane bombardment of her entire worldview.

At this moment, Jiang Chen, far away in Shanghai, was completely unaware of this.

On his phone screen, the virtual shopping cart was already completely full.

Five cartons of Zhonghua cigarettes.

Two cases of Feitian Moutai.

Dyson's complete range of home appliances, including vacuum cleaners, hair dryers, and robot vacuums...

Four Bosideng premium down jackets for my grandparents and maternal grandparents.

His finger finally hovered over the button in the lower right corner of the screen.

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