Shen Hao had just been wondering.
What kind of boss was this, driving a G-Wagon into Shen Family Village?
Then he saw the G-Wagon slowly pull up beside him.
And he knew the person inside.
It was his childhood friend, Shen Feng.
He was stunned.
Hadn't Shen Feng only just graduated?
How had he ended up driving a G-Wagon?
Just then, Shen Feng opened the door and stepped out of the driver's seat.
The moment Shen Feng got out of the car,
the village elders, along with Shen Hao, were all dumbfounded.
Because Shen Feng was dressed just like the rich people they saw on television.
"That's little Feng from the Shen family! He's so handsome, I nearly didn't recognize him!"
"That outfit must have cost a fortune!"
"Didn't little Hao just say Shen Feng's car could buy more than twenty of his?"
"You really do need to go to college! Look at him—just four years, and little Feng has made something of himself!"
"That's right! Shen Aiguo and his wife are going to live the good life now!"
Hearing the familiar, affectionate dialect around him, Shen Feng smiled faintly.
Shen Hao looked at Shen Feng as well.
He was, after all, a contractor now.
Though he did not know the brand of Shen Feng's clothes, he recognized the watch on Shen Feng's wrist.
It was a Patek Philippe!
He was a watch enthusiast himself, so naturally he recognized it at a glance!
He stared blankly at Shen Feng.
"Brother Feng, you've really made it big!"
Shen Feng smiled slightly, then turned and got back into the car, taking out two cartons of cigarettes.
"Hao, these are for you. I'm heading home first. I'll come find you later!"
Shen Hao looked at the two cartons of Huazi cigarettes Shen Feng