2003: The Opening Sniper Against the Financial Tycoon

Qin Hanyang came downstairs.

It was discovered that Wang Pengfei had upgraded his transportation, suddenly replacing his motorcycle with a dirty Jinbei van.

"Uncle, you've really upgraded your equipment! Where did you get this bread truck?"

"This is my old buddy, the one who makes my living."

Wang Pengfei urged him to get in the car quickly.

Qin Hanyang got into the passenger seat and immediately smelled a pungent odor.

He looked back and saw that all the back seats had been removed, and two-thirds of the space was filled with herbs and miscellaneous items.

Another third of the space was filled with several snakeskin bags with their openings sealed.

"Is there something alive inside?"

Qin Hanyang, with his sharp eyes, noticed the bag wriggle a few times.

Wang Pengfei smiled and said, "Scared?"

"That's not the case."

Qin Hanyang shook his head.

He already had some guesses about what was in the bag.

In his previous life, he was busy with his studies and part-time jobs during his university years, and after graduation, he was even busier with work. He only met Wang Pengfei a few times during the Chinese New Year.

Although he had heard his mother gossip about it, he never actually had the chance to see his uncle doing these "crooked tricks"!

At this moment, the thought of witnessing it with his own eyes made Qin Hanyang somewhat excited.

The car sped towards Qin Hanyang's hometown.

Just before leaving the city, Wang Pengfei parked his car at a convenience store.

"I'm going to buy something for your grandma."

"I'll buy some too."

The two of them each bought some eggs, rice, flour, and cooking oil, and then loaded them into the car.

Then they continued their journey.

As they gradually transitioned from the national highway to the county road, Wang Pengfei and Qin Hanyang began chatting in the car.

"You're lucky you're doing well in your studies. If you're not, I'll pass this skill on to you, and you'll have no problem making a living in the future."

"It's pointless if you can't make big money."

"Hey, you're starting to look down on things. To make big money, you have to be ruthless, you know?"

Wang Pengfei gestured towards a house in the distance, where the walls were covered with advertisements for health supplements. "Look at those Sanzhu Oral Liquid products on the wall that don't have any 'GG' words... They're so good that everyone who tries them says they're great. They may have collapsed, but they made billions. Their whole family can live comfortably for generations."

Qin Hanyang chimed in, "That's true."

"Sigh, that's just how the world is. If you're not ruthless, you can't stand firm!"

When Wang Pengfei said this, he expressed a sentiment that everyone has their own destiny.

Qin Hanyang was looking at some plastered walls outside.

The health supplements are particularly outrageous.

These days, companies are doing carpet marketing in rural areas and making a fortune!

In addition, there are some propaganda slogans of the current era.

"One child per family, a lifetime of happiness."

Qin Hanyang smiled and asked, "Uncle, when are you getting married?"

Wang Pengfei laughed and said, "If you count them, you now have seven or eight aunts-in-law. Which one should I marry?"

"It doesn't matter who it is, otherwise I'm afraid Grandma won't be able to wait."

Qin Hanyang smiled. Because of his "wandering the world," his uncle often traveled to various towns and villages, and thus had quite a few lovers.

"We'll see."

Wang Pengfei felt quite uncomfortable being pressured to get married by his nephew in a tone that sounded like that of an elder.

After chatting idly for about an hour and finalizing some plans, the car finally arrived at Qin Hanyang's hometown.

——Huilong Village.

"Bova!"

Wang Pengfei paused for a moment at the village entrance, where he encountered an acquaintance and waved.

"Hehe, Xiaofei, you're back?"

"Here, take these."

Wang Pengfei casually tossed him most of the half-pack of cigarettes and some snacks he had bought.

"Hehehe, I'll keep it then, Xiao Fei."

The latter caught it, grinned foolishly, and didn't even say thank you.

He then took a lighter from his pocket, lit one himself, and struck the same smoking pose as Mr. Tree.

He was completely oblivious, still just grinning foolishly, puffing away with Wang Pengfei, who was sitting in the driver's seat.

"That's fucking art!"

When Qin Hanyang saw this scene, with a bunch of old mud-brick houses in the background, he inexplicably felt that it was full of the sense of the times found in Jia Zhangke's films.

If he had a camera, he would love to capture this moment.

Qin Hanyang was actually quite familiar with Beauvoir.

He was his uncle's childhood playmate, the village's guardian, and also a "sugar baby".

Qin Hanyang, who had come to pay New Year's visits when he was a child, was even a little afraid of this "Bowa," thinking she was some kind of "madwoman."

Polona seemed to remember Qin Hanyang as well.

She was smoking while giving him a friendly, silly grin.

Seeing this, Qin Hanyang greeted him, "Brother Bo! Have you eaten yet?"

Bova shook her head: "Hehehe, let's eat! If you haven't eaten, come to my house for sweet potato porridge!"

Wang Pengfei replied casually, "No, come to my house for dinner tonight, and invite your grandma too."

"Hehe, is there any meat to eat?"

"have!"

After chatting with him for a few more minutes, Wang Pengfei stepped on the gas and drove home.

This is an old house with mud walls, and an old man is fertilizing the land outside the yard.

"mom!"

"grandmother!"

The old man was very thin and hard of hearing. He only turned around after being called several times.

"Yangyang's here too!"

The old woman, named Zhou Ying, immediately stopped what she was doing and quickly called Qin Hanyang back into the house.

He also found some fruit candies and popcorn and started chatting with Qin Hanyang.

Wang Pengfei was completely ignored.

He smiled and said, "Mom, prepare a piece of cured meat for dinner tonight. I'll invite Bova and her family over for dinner."

"You still want to eat cured meat? You idle away your days, and at your age you're still not settled down and starting a family. I think you'd be better off eating shit!"

Zhou Ying's kind demeanor instantly changed, showing no mercy to her son.

Wang Pengfei didn't dare to argue back, acting like a dead pig that wasn't afraid of boiling water.

A little while later, Zhou Ying ran to the land next to the yard to continue her unfinished fertilization work.

"Your grandma just can't stay idle. She won't go to live with me in the city."

Wang Pengfei sighed, looking somewhat melancholy.

Qin Hanyang laughed and said, "Old people are all like that. They've spent their whole lives on this land, and they'll feel uncomfortable if they leave."

"What you said makes sense."

Wang Pengfei nodded, his gaze fixed on the distant mountain valley.

"You mean the boss you're talking about will definitely come hunting here tomorrow?"

"Definitely, certainly, and without a doubt."

Hearing his nephew's confident tone, Wang Pengfei felt somewhat relieved.

While they were in the car, Qin Hanyang told him a lot of information about this "Boss Tang".

This includes misfortunes such as the death of a loved one or the bankruptcy of a business in the coming year.

He spoke in such a mystical and cryptic manner that he seemed like the real "professional fortune teller," while I, a mere "traveler," looked like a greenhorn.

"It's actually very simple to find out if it's true or false."

Seeing that he was worried, Qin Hanyang smiled and gestured with his lip towards a figure hopping and skipping towards them in the distance.

"Since you're so worried, why don't you let Brother Bo join us and test the waters first? That way we'll know if I'm telling the truth or not."

"this......"

Wang Pengfei hesitated, while the figure over there resembled a cheerful eight or nine-year-old child, approaching with laughter that grew louder as it drew nearer.

"Hehehe~ Time to eat meat..."

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