Feng Jun did not expose Snotbug's lie—if he did not even recognize Feng Jun's car, how could he claim to buy two of them a year?
That was what childhood friends were for. They could brag when they wanted, talk nonsense when they wanted. As long as they did not deliberately harm anyone, it could all be forgiven.
But Gazi challenged Snotbug. "If you send Big Fatty south and things don't work out, then Yang City's foundation is gone too. Who's taking responsibility for that loss?"
Naturally, Snotbug did not dare guarantee anything. Back when he lived in the neighborhood, he had been something of a punching bag. Now that he was doing fairly well, he could not wait to show off—even the watch on his wrist was a counterfeit.
So he said that he had invited them over out of kindness to make money. If they did not want to go, then forget it. What was there to argue about?
In short, after Feng Jun returned to his hometown, bringing a few trustworthy brothers out with him was truly effortless. Yet among the friends he had met in society, he could never find that same feeling of unconditional trust.
On the second day of the Lunar New Year, Feng Jun's family went to visit his maternal grandfather's home, where he finally ran into Liu Jiagui.
When Liu Jiagui saw Feng Jun, his expression was strange—part anger, part confusion, and part fear.
When he found a moment with no one around, he finally spoke. "Xiao Jun, do you seem to have something against me?"
Feng Jun could not even be bothered to look at him directly. He said flatly, "I only have something against fakes... If you don't act like family, then you're fake family."
"You act like family, then?"