The beginning of a city with a trillion

Fatty Wang was completely dumbfounded, and Wu Jianren was also dumbfounded. What the hell is going on?The style of painting is a bit wrong, isn't it?

"Hit me hard! I fucked your mother and dared to be disrespectful to my brother. If I don't give you a little memory today, what will I do in the future?" Brother Bao roared from behind.

Those little bastards got even more excited, and each one became more ruthless.

Fatty Wang and Wu Jianren were beaten until they screamed and finally lay on the ground like dead dogs.

……

On the other side, Yang Fei had already returned home with his confused father.

Sitting in the car, Yang Dalin finally regained his composure and asked, "Xiao Fei, what happened just now?"

Yang Fei smiled and said: "It's nothing, didn't Brother Bao say that I am his brother, if Fatty Wang dares to deduct your wages, I will beat him up, give him a long memory, and let him know that we are not easy to mess with." .”

Yang Dalin nodded his head half-understood, and stopped thinking about it.

Fatty Wang was beaten so badly this time, he was too embarrassed to ask for wages again.

"Buzz!"

At this time, there was a roar of a sports car.

The villagers looked for the reputation, and saw a luxury car driving in from the entrance of the village. It was very luxurious, and the silver-white body was shining.

Luxury cars are rare in the countryside, and several villagers stood up one after another.

"Whose car is this?"

"This car is so beautiful, it must be very expensive!"

"I've seen this car on TV, it seems to be something...a horse."

"Hummer."

"What kind of horse is a Hummer? Can it be as powerful as Lao Hu's Wuling Hongguang?"

……

At this moment, seeing several neighbors standing at the door of the house, Yang Dalin got out of the car.

Greeted: "Lao Wang, Lao Zhang, why don't you go back to eat?!"

"Hey, isn't this Lao Yang?!" The neighbor was shocked.

When the car approached, several neighbors were surprised when they saw Yang Fei in the driver's seat.

"Is it Xiao Fei?"

"It's actually Xiao Fei!"

"Xiao Fei is back?"

Under their surprised eyes, Ferrari slowly drove over.

Then the car stopped, and Yang Fei got out of the car.

"Uncle, Auntie, good afternoon!" Yang Fei greeted with a smile.

"I'll go, it's really Xiaofei!"

"Xiao Fei, you are promising, driving such a beautiful car."

"Your car is so expensive!"

Several neighbors surrounded Yang Fei, chattering, pointing to his luxury car one after another...

"Uncle Wang, you smoke!"

Yang Fei took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and handed it to an old man in front of him.

Uncle Wang took the cigarette and recognized the brand at a glance.

Surprised: "Oh, this is the Nine-Five Supreme, good cigarettes, these cigarettes are very expensive, Xiaofei, are you the big boss?"

"Little boss, just a little boss!" Yang Fei said modestly.

At this moment, he suddenly felt like returning home.

At this time, an old lady shouted into the house, "Alian, come out quickly, your Xiaofei is back!"

"Haha, my uncle is back?!" A sweet voice came from the room.

Then a cute girl with a ball head and a very naive appearance appeared at the door.

She is Yang Fei's precious niece, 6-year-old Tuantuan.

"Wow! What a uncle!" The little guy was ecstatic when he saw Yang Fei.

"Grandma, come out quickly, my uncle is back!" Tuantuan yelled and threw herself into Yang Fei's arms cheerfully.

"Haha~ My little Tuantuan, why are you here?" Yang Fei hugged his little niece and said dotingly.

"I heard from my aunt that my uncle is back, so I came here!" Tuantuan's childish words made Yang Fei laugh happily.

When the family reunite, there will inevitably be another round of pleasantries.

Mom took Yang Fei's hand and smiled from ear to ear.

Now that his son is promising, he has bought a lot of presents, all of which are valuable at first glance.

The honest and honest father was also very excited at this meeting. Seeing that his son was promising and his face was bright, he felt very honorable in front of the neighbors.

"Mom, I bought you two bottles of rheumatism ointment and some clothes..."

Back home, Yang Fei took out the gifts he bought one by one and gave them to his family members.

"Is this Moutai?" Father Yang Dalin asked curiously with two bottles of Moutai in his hand.

"Yes."

"This wine is expensive, how much is a bottle?"

"1700."

"what?!"

Yang Dalin was shocked immediately, and subconsciously taught his son a lesson: "You bastard, what are you doing buying such expensive wine? It's too wasteful."