At five o'clock in the afternoon, the people who had helped with the pig - killing had all gone their separate ways.
Under normal circumstances, Lu Huai'an would definitely have kept the helpers for a meal.
After all, it was only natural to keep those who had helped you selflessly for a meal.
But today's situation was quite special, not just special, but extremely important, even more important than most moments in his life.
He was like a man with his body below the neck buried in the soil, yet Su Yang had pulled him out.
It was like being in a vast, deserted desert in the middle of the night, where all his friends had been buried by the yellow sand at some unknown time.
He was the only one left struggling. His phone had no signal, there was no water in his bag, and all he could hear was the cold howling of the night wind.
With no direction and no strength, there was nothing he could do but wait for death. But just as he was about to close his eyes, a beam of light shone on him.
Along with it came an endless supply of water, food...
This was exactly how Lu Huai'an felt when Su Yang completely cured him.
The gratitude in his heart towards Su Yang couldn't be expressed in just a few words. So, it was definitely inappropriate to have outsiders present today.
It wouldn't be too late to invite those friends for a meal another day. Lu Huai'an's goal today was to entertain Su Yang well.
At this moment, in the yard, Su Yang carried out the large round table from the house. In the evening, the temperature in the rural area of Yangcheng dropped, and the gentle breeze was blowing. It was much more comfortable to eat in the yard than in the house.
Li Xiurong and Wang Xueying were busy in the kitchen. Li Xiurong was the chef, and Wang Xueying was helping her out.
Su Yang, Lu Huai'an, and Lu Huaide were sitting in the middle of the yard, smoking.
Lu Huai'an had told Lu Huaide before that Su Yang was a very important guest, but he naturally didn't go into details.
Originally, Lu Huaide didn't quite believe it. After all, Su Yang was so young. In his opinion, it couldn't be that important.
But after he learned that the Maybach S680 at the door belonged to Su Yang, his view gradually changed.
This situation vividly reflected the saying: You don't need to say much; the Maybach will speak for you.
"Xiao Su, you work in Haicheng, right?" Lu Huaide exhaled a puff of smoke and looked at Su Yang.
Su Yang nodded. "Yes, I'm in the catering business in Haicheng."
"I bet it's not just restaurants. Haha, you're really young and promising. I'm in my fifties and have been struggling for most of my life, but I can't even touch the rear end of your Maybach."
Lu Huaide said with a self - deprecating smile.
Su Yang also gave a faint smile. "Uncle Lu, in my heart, you're also a very successful person. You don't need a car to prove your status at all."
Su Yang had his reasons for saying this. On the way back from the mountain, he had asked Lu Yun about Lu Huaide.
Lu Huaide was 52 years old. He had left Yangcheng for Hangzhou to start his business in his twenties and had failed many times.
But since he was 35, he had found his own path.
Since then, he had been in the building materials business in Hangzhou. Now, his net worth was at least over 20 million. Although he couldn't compare with Su Yang at present, he was already very impressive among ordinary people.
It was no problem to say that he was a successful person.
When Su Yang and Lu Yun came back, he noticed a black Range Rover parked next to his car. Maybe for some reason, the Range Rover hadn't been parked there when they went out.
Although this Range Rover was not the top - of - the - line model, it still cost about 2 million yuan.
Hearing what Su Yang said, Lu Huaide laughed. "Hey, what success is this? I can't compare with you. I can only say that I can barely make ends meet and won't starve to death."
Lu Huai'an gave Lu Huaide a sidelong glance and patted him on the shoulder. "Hey, big brother, come on. Be serious. Why are you talking nonsense in front of the young people? If you're just making ends meet, then am I a poverty - stricken household?"
"Hahaha, I'm just having a good chat with little brother Su Yang. I'm sure he understands me. This young man suits my taste."
Su Yang forced a smile on his face, but in his heart, he was cursing. He thought, "What do you mean I suit your taste? You old man."
"Xiao Su, how much did your car cost when it was fully paid and on the road?"
Su Yang thought for a while and casually made up a number. "Let me think. It seemed to cost about 4.9 million yuan when all the formalities were done."
"Paid in full?"
Su Yang nodded.
A glint of light flashed in Lu Huaide's eyes. "The top - of - the - line S680, right?"
"Yes."
"Then it really costs that much. With the optional extras, it's about five million. Paying in full, you're really amazing among young people! Seeing your car, I even want to sell my old car and get an S480."
Su Yang smiled. "Uncle Lu, you should have more than just this one car, right?"
Lu Huaide took out another cigarette and lit it less than two minutes after finishing the previous one. "I also have a 740 and a Volvo EM90. Aunt Wang mainly drives the 740, and the Volvo is for when there are more people going out."
Su Yang nodded. "That's pretty good. They're all good cars. If there's nothing wrong with your current Range Rover, there's no need to replace it."
"I'm just tempted when I see your S680. Hehe, this car really looks imposing. It's a great car." Lu Huaide laughed.
Lu Huai'an really couldn't get a word in on the topic they were talking about. He only had a Magotan 380 worth about 200,000 yuan. The two of them were talking about Range Rovers and Maybachs. So, he just silently smoked on the side.
At this time, a voice came from the kitchen. "Get ready for dinner!!"
"Okay! Coming!" Su Yang put out his cigarette and got up to go into the kitchen to help carry the dishes.
A smile on his face, Lu Huai'an ran upstairs, and no one knew what he was going to do.
Lu Huaide was used to being a boss, so he naturally wouldn't participate in carrying the dishes.
At this time, Lu Yun and Lu Wenwen, who had been chatting in the second - floor living room, also came down to help.
Soon, the round table in the middle of the yard was filled with a large table of dishes. Su Yang roughly counted and found that there were at least twenty dishes.
'There are so many dishes. It's no different from Chinese New Year. Uncle and Aunt are really too kind!' Su Yang said to Lu Yun beside him with a smile.
Lu Yun gave a sincere smile. "This is what should be done. If it weren't for you..."
"Shh." Su Yang put his index finger on Lu Yun's cherry - like lips.
"Don't mention this."
"Okay~"
After another three or four dishes were brought out, they finally stopped. The round table was quite large, but it was still filled to the brim.
Most of the dishes on the table were local home - cooked dishes in Yangcheng. Half of the more than twenty dishes were made with the freshly killed pork.
There were stewed pork bones, cold - mixed pig head meat, shredded pork with garlic sprouts, peanuts stewed with pork belly, stir - fried pig liver, braised pork, various cooked pig offal, and other special local home - cooked dishes.
Li Xiurong and Wang Xueying untied their aprons with smiles and walked out.
"Xiao Su, come and sit down quickly. Don't be polite! Hey? Where's Huai'an?"
"Coming, coming." As soon as Li Xiurong finished speaking, they saw Lu Huai'an trotting out of the house with two bottles of somewhat aged Moutai in his hands.
Seeing this, Lu Huaide widened his eyes in surprise and exclaimed, "Goodness! Could these be the bottles of wine our dad left for the two of us before?"
Lu Huai'an replied with a smile on his face, "Yes, it's these two bottles. I'm in a good mood today, so let's have a drink!"

young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."

with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”

pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"