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"Brother, I'm sorry."

The atmosphere in the Mercedes-Benz G-Class back in Jiangjia Village was terribly oppressive.

Jiang Tao was sitting in the back seat, and this was the first thing he said since he got on the bus.

His head was bowed low, and his voice was filled with a thick nasal tone and endless shame.

The streetlights outside the car window flashed by, casting flickering light on his haggard face.

Jiang Chen gripped the steering wheel, staring straight ahead, his face expressionless.

"Save those three words, 'I'm sorry,' for when you get home and tell them to your parents."

"They paid for your college education, not so you could use their hard-earned money to pay for some scrubbing old man's sports car."

Jiang Chen's voice was devoid of warmth; each word was like a steel needle piercing Jiang Tao's heart.

Jiang Tao's body trembled violently, and he lowered his head even further, his shoulders shaking uncontrollably.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Su Qing looked at Jiang Tao's pitiful and pathetic appearance in the rearview mirror and sighed inwardly.

She wanted to say a few kind words to ease the tension.

But when she looked at Jiang Chen's sharply defined profile and his eyes, which were now as cold as ice, she swallowed her words back.

She knew that Jiang Chen was using his own methods to teach his good-for-nothing younger brother a profound lesson.

After exiting the highway, the car drove onto the familiar "Jiangwanshan Avenue".

When Jiang Tao saw the huge stone tablet at the entrance of the village with his grandfather's name engraved on it, his body trembled even more violently.

The closer I get to home, the more timid I become.

Especially an unfilial son like him who has done wrong and lost all face.

He didn't even dare to think about how he would face the disappointed or even desperate looks in his parents' eyes later.

The car stopped at the entrance of the village committee compound.

Before Jiang Chen could turn off the engine, a dark figure suddenly rushed out from the shadows beside him!

"You little brat! You still have the nerve to come back!"

A loud shout, like a thunderclap from a clear sky!

It's my second uncle, Jiang Jianmin!

He was holding a thick wooden stick in his hand, his eyes were bloodshot, and his face was filled with rage that seemed about to burst forth!

Judging from their posture, it looked like they were going to break Jiang Tao's legs on the spot!

When Jiang Tao saw this scene in the car, he was so frightened that he let out a "howl" and shrank under the seat, trembling like a leaf.

"Dad! Dad! I was wrong! Please don't hit me!"

"I'll beat you to death, you worthless wretch!"

Jiang Jianmin was so angry that he was trembling all over. He picked up a stick and was about to smash it against the car window!

"stop!"

Jiang Chen pushed open the car door and got out. His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable air of authority.

Jiang Jianmin's stick, which he had swung halfway, abruptly stopped in mid-air.

He looked at Jiang Chen, his anger still lingering, but a hint of fear appeared in his eyes.

"Chenwa, don't stop me!"

Jiang Jianmin pointed into the car and roared angrily.

"I'm going to beat this good-for-nothing to death today!"

"Five hundred thousand! That's five hundred thousand! How many lifetimes would it take our family to earn that much money?!"

"He's really something else; he dumped her for a woman he didn't even know online without batting an eye!"

Jiang Chen took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and slowly exhaled a smoke ring.

"Second Uncle, the money has been recovered, not a penny is missing."

"What?" Jiang Jianmin was stunned.

"They...they've all been recovered?"

"Hmm." Jiang Chen nodded. "The person has been sent in, and will probably be working on a sewing machine for several years."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Jianmin's anger vanished almost entirely, replaced by an incredulous elation.

The stick in his hand fell to the ground with a clatter.

But he quickly realized what was happening, pointed at Jiang Tao in the car, and yelled, "Even if we get the money back, I'm still going to get a beating!"

"That kid needs to be taught a lesson! If we don't teach him a good beating, he'll never know his place!"

Jiang Chen shook his head, walked to Jiang Jianmin's side, and patted him on the shoulder.

"Second Uncle, what's the point of beating him up?"

Jiang Chen's gaze became meaningful.

"If it gets damaged, we'll have to pay for the medical expenses ourselves."

"He thinks 500,000 is nothing now because he has no idea how much sweat it takes to earn 500,000."

Jiang Chen's gaze shifted to the brightly lit logistics company warehouse not far away.

"It just so happens that the logistics company is short-staffed recently. The work of a mover is hard and tiring, and no one wants to do it."

The curve of Jiang Chen's lips became somewhat playful.

"Let him work to pay off the debt."

"To settle debts?" Jiang Jianmin was stunned again. "Settle what debts?"

Jiang Chen turned around, opened the car door, and pulled Jiang Tao out from inside like a chick.

In front of Jiang Jianmin, he began to settle accounts with Jiang Tao.

"You borrowed money from online lenders, and the interest has ballooned to over three thousand. I'll cover that amount for you first."

"Your sister Su Qing and I drove from the village to the provincial capital. The round-trip fuel costs, toll fees, and wear and tear on this G-Class—two thousand yuan isn't unreasonable, is it?"

"The most crucial thing is the compensation for lost wages."

Jiang Chen pointed to himself, then to Su Qing beside him.

"I am the person in charge of all industries in Jiangjia Village, making millions in a minute. Sister Su Qing is the daughter of the Su Group in the provincial capital, and the future heir."

"The two of us wasted two days because of this trivial matter of yours."

Jiang Chen looked at Jiang Tao's bloodless face and sneered.

"I won't haggle with you for more, I'll give you a rock-bottom price, round it up to ten thousand yuan."

"When will you earn this ten thousand yuan on your own and pay it back to me?"

"When will this matter truly be over?"

After saying that, Jiang Chen ignored the completely dumbfounded Jiang Tao and his son, and turned to give instructions to Wang Dagou, who had rushed over.

"Da Gou, change his clothes. Starting tomorrow, he'll go with you to move goods."

"The wage is calculated at the minimum standard, one hundred per day."

"We'll let him go when he pays off the 10,000 yuan debt."

Wang Dagou glanced at the fair-skinned college student next to him, chuckled, and revealed a set of white teeth.

"Don't worry, Brother Chen!"

"Leave it to me!"

"I promise I'll take good care of him!"

Thus, Jiang Tao, a college student who once held sway over the world in his ivory tower and spent lavishly on "love," was transformed.

The next day, he changed into a faded camouflage uniform and appeared in the logistics company's warehouse.

At five o'clock in the morning, before dawn, he had to get up and follow a group of burly men to unload heavy boxes of express delivery from the truck.

At 8 p.m., when everyone else has gone home, he still has to stay behind to clean the warehouse and take out the trash.

On the first day, he developed seven or eight blisters on his hands, and when he returned to his dormitory at night, he couldn't even hold chopsticks properly.

The next day, he couldn't straighten his back, and every step he took felt like being pricked with needles.

On the third day, he wanted to run away.

But just as he reached the warehouse entrance, a wolfhound, about half his height, baring its teeth and drooling, barked and blocked his way.

Wang Dagou, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, squatted next to the dog and said with a grin, "College student, Brother Chen said you should experience life, not that you should skip class."

Jiang Tao looked at the dog, then at Wang Dagou's fist, which was bigger than a sandbag, and cried.

He cried so hard that his parents didn't recognize him anymore.

But he dared not run.

They could only go back and continue moving those seemingly endless boxes.

One week later.

Jiang Tao has gotten darker and thinner.

But that flabby flesh all turned into solid muscle.

His appetite increased from one bowl to three bowls, and his eyes would light up when he saw braised pork.

When he took the seven crumpled, sweat-soaked hundred-yuan bills from Wang Dagou's hand.

This man, who is 1.8 meters tall, suddenly burst into tears.

Seven days.

Working day and night, I'm exhausted like a dead dog.

I only earned seven hundred yuan.

So this is what it means to make money.

Clutching the seven hundred yuan, he immediately ran to find Jiang Chen.

He respectfully handed the money to Jiang Chen.

Tears were truly flowing uncontrollably.

"Brother, I know I was wrong."

"I will never believe those lies on the internet again."

"I'm such an idiot!"

Jiang Chen looked at his eyes, which were red from being soaked in sweat and tears, and then at his hands, which were covered with calluses and wounds.

He knew that this kid had truly undergone a complete transformation.

Jiang Chen took the seven hundred yuan, then took out a thick red envelope from his pocket and stuffed it back into Jiang Tao's hand.

"Take it."

Jiang Chen's voice was no longer cold, but carried a hint of warmth.

"This is the bonus."

"It's not terrible for a man to make mistakes."

"What's terrible is making mistakes and not learning from them."

"Go back to school and study hard."

"If you ever dare to cause your parents any more trouble with trivial matters, I'll personally break your legs."

Jiang Tao held the thick red envelope, feeling its weight, and could no longer control his emotions.

He burst into tears, sobbing like a child who had finally found his home.

Not far away, Second Uncle Jiang Jianmin hid in a corner, secretly watching this scene, his cloudy old eyes glistening with tears.

He wiped his face, let out a long sigh, his voice filled with heartfelt emotion.

"Chenwazi really knows how to do things."

"This kid, you could say... you could say he's been reforged from scrap metal!"