My ex-girlfriend thought I was poor, so I made 100 million by betting on stones.

Zhao Zhuwei guessed what Yang Feng wanted to ask and said with a smile: "If her family is in business, they will be in big trouble."

"What do you mean?"

"You'll know later."

Zhao Zhuwei didn't say much and continued: "How about I take you downstairs. When you come back, remember to bring me some specialties from your hometown."

"no problem."

Yang Feng readily agreed.

The two of them walked downstairs while talking.

As a car drove outside.

Zhao Zhuwei watched Yang Feng leave, touched her chin and thought for a moment, and finally picked up the phone.

"Xiaoyue, shall I take you to a fun place?"

Zhao Zhuwei immediately spoke to the phone.

Yang Feng didn't know yet that his hometown was about to welcome two heavyweight guests.

At this time, he drove the car and headed towards his home.

Jiangcheng.

It is the largest city in Nanjiang Province and is an economically developed city nationwide.

But what no one would have thought of is this.

There is darkness under the lights in such a city.

After Yang Feng drove the car three hundred kilometers, he already felt a backward township.

Not to mention, his hometown Shicheng is still an extremely backward and poor area.

Just like the name.

Shicheng is a place with many mountains and few plains. Even highways and railways pass through tunnels and bridges.

In addition, there are no local resources and no investment, so it has always been ignored.

In the words of many people, it can be called a remote place.

But for Yang Feng, it was this poor place that accompanied him for nearly 20 years.

Now that he is capable, he must no longer be able to watch his hometown remain poor like this.

As someone once said, we continue to grow and learn not to leave that poor place, but to change that poor place.

So Yang Feng felt that the time had come for him.

A journey of six to seven hundred kilometers.

Yang Feng finally arrived in his hometown town in the evening.

He habitually stopped the car in the town.

The fragrance of broth drifted into the nose at this time.

This is the specialty beef soup from his hometown.

There is also a snack that represents childhood, called rice cakes in their hometown.

Yang Feng walked into a Fat Sister breakfast shop.

In the store.

Business was good at this time, and it was the restaurant in the evening.

"Boss, give me a bowl of beef soup and three rice dumplings."

Yang Feng said to the boss.

The boss is a middle-aged woman, and her hands are stained with oil.

She was busy and didn't look at it. She just answered while working: "Okay, just wait a moment. It'll be fine soon."

Yang Feng found a place to sit down next to him.

Looking at the familiar scene in front of him, Yang Feng still felt a little emotional.

During the Chinese New Year, in order to catch up with the progress, Yang Feng did not go home at that time.

In fact, it has been a year since I came back.

Now after being expelled, it seems that I really have time to go back and see my parents.

Just when Yang Feng was preparing to go home with a full meal.

But a grumpy voice came from the door, shouting dissatisfied: "Boss boss, why are you still opening this shabby shop?! Did I tell you that you are not allowed to open it in the future?"

This violent voice attracted the attention of people in the store.

Yang Feng looked over there and realized that it was a young man with dyed yellow hair and wearing non-mainstream ripped clothes, walking around the door with four or five people.

After hearing this, the wife of the boss quickly put down her work and said, "Guys, today is the last day... This is the last day. I will definitely move out tomorrow. I..."

"That's enough. I issued the notice yesterday. If you still dare to open today, do you think you didn't take our supervisors seriously?"

Huang Mao's angry tone was displeased.

The landlady's face showed fear, and she could only say: "Okay...Okay, then I will also finish cooking for the few customers who just came in, and then I will close the shop. I..."

"Stop talking nonsense and close the door right now, or I'll smash your shabby store!"

Huang Mao didn't give the landlady any time to react.

With that said, Huang Mao walked up to Yang Feng.

He found that the latter was staring at him at this time and groaned: "Boy, where did you come from? You look very embarrassed."

"Which village are you from?"

Yang Feng spoke in his hometown dialect.

When Huang Mao heard that he was actually a local, he couldn't help but became even more aggressive and said, "Why, don't you know that we are the ones responsible for market supervision?"

"I just came back. I never heard that there is such a person in the town."

"Hey, I'm very unconvinced by your tone."

Huang Mao couldn't help laughing and said, "Which village are you from?"

"Toyota Village."

"Haha, your village secretary just had a drink with me two days ago, but you dare to cause trouble for me here. Do you really think that after two years of hanging around, you can live in this three-acre land?"

Huang Mao curled his lips, picked up the porcelain plate in front of Yang Feng, and threw it heavily to the ground.

"Crack!"

The plate fell apart.

Huang Mao glared at Yang Feng in warning, then looked at the boss's wife and said: "Boss, why are you so dazed? This kid only deserves to eat shit, so hurry up and close the door!"

"Yes, I..."

"I said no."

Yang Feng's voice came again.

He was already a little angry.

But when he spoke again, the landlady seemed to recognize him at this moment.

"Xiao Feng?! It's Xiao Feng!"

The landlady was surprised.

They are from the same village, and they often helped each other with farm work when they were young.

Yang Feng smiled and said, "Aunt Liang."

"Hey, do you two still know each other? That would be easier. The landlady should introduce me to him quickly to prevent him from being so ungrateful."

When Huang Mao saw it, he immediately became proud.

Aunt Liang was really afraid of these people, so she quickly pulled Yang Feng up and said, "Xiao Feng, let's not eat today. Why don't we and our families have a meal together after we get home? Don't provoke them easily."

She knew that Yang Feng had a sense of justice, but she really couldn't let him fall into this pit of fire.

However, Yang Feng did not stand up. Instead, he smiled and said, "Don't worry, Aunt Liang. I have to eat the beef soup today. As for these guys, don't bother with them."

"Huh?! What did you say, kid!"

Huang Mao was angry.

The people behind him also took a step forward at this time.

Yang Feng sneered and said, "Why, you still want to fight here?"

"Damn it, you really don't know about my relationship with the police station director, do you?"

Huang Mao grabbed a plate next to him and aimed at Yang Feng's head.

Seeing the fierce look in his eyes, he obviously got into fights often.

But in front of Yang Feng, he was not even an ant.

The moment the plate was about to fall, Yang Feng grabbed his arm.

Huang Mao felt as if his arm was clamped by iron vices, unable to move at all.

"The trash in the nest."

Yang Feng's hand gently exerted force.

"Crack!"

With the sound of bones breaking, he actually crushed Huang Mao's bones!

At this moment, there was a killing pig-like howling in a radius of dozens of meters.

Several of his men immediately trembled and took half a step back when they saw such a person in the world, fearing that Yang Feng would crush their skulls again.

"Go away, I don't want your mood to be affected."

Yang Feng kicked Huang Mao away.

Huang Mao's body flew seven or eight meters and hit the roadside at the door.

Such a scene made the store feel deathly silent.