Journey 1995:Non-Stop

Chapter 347 Smoke Dispersal
After leaving the workshop, Yan Hui went to see Zhou Ping to discuss some matters, then called Li Pengfei before heading to the airport.

My parents and grandmother went home a long time ago. I heard that Yan Hui is going home this year, and they have already started decorating the house.

After boarding the plane, Yan Hui took another nap, and when he woke up, they were almost landing.

This trip home felt completely different from any other time. Yan Hui now has about 200 million yuan in cash on hand, which is all spare money that he can spend all of. This is a feeling he has never had before.

Grandma had mentioned it to him several times; she wanted to renovate the house in her hometown. Yan Hui had been putting it off for several years before she finally agreed.

This time I'm coming back not only to celebrate the New Year, but also to build a house! To donate money! To repair roads!
In reality, not many people know Yan Hui that well.

Over the past few years, everyone has thought that Yan Hui is a very calm and composed person, but this is a misunderstanding.

We don't have any money!
When he was short of money, Yan Hui would sleep on the cold construction site to save on security guard fees.

With money, things are different.

He can flaunt his wealth calmly and effortlessly.

As soon as he got off the plane, Yan Hui found a car rental shop and rented a Mercedes. This amount of money was nothing to him; he just wanted to make it easier to go home for the Chinese New Year.

After getting in the car, Yan Hui went to two more banks and withdrew a total of over 100,000 yuan in cash.

For no other reason than to make it easier to use money when going home for the Chinese New Year.

After getting in the car and withdrawing the money, Yan Hui went straight to a tobacco and liquor store and bought all the cigarettes in the store that cost more than 20 yuan a pack, spending more than 3 yuan. The owner was dumbfounded and checked Yan Hui's money one bill at a time, fearing that they were all counterfeit.

Finally, after confirming that all the money was in order, the boss and his wife bowed and scraped as they carried the packs of cigarettes into Yan Hui's Mercedes.

"Boss, if you need more cigarettes, just give me a call, and I'll deliver them to you no matter how far away it is." The owner of the tobacco and liquor store was completely impressed. He had never seen a boss like this before; the respect he received was genuine.

Because Yan Hui didn't bargain!
“Okay,” Yan Hui took the business card and looked around. “Where can I buy Moutai around here?”

"Do you want Moutai? I can get it for you!" The shopkeeper's eyes lit up.

"Two cases, please." Yan Hui nodded. "Hurry up."

"Don't worry, it'll only take ten minutes at most!" Without a second thought, the boss drove off in his van, without even asking Yan Hui for a deposit.

Yan Hui drove along, answering several phone calls along the way. He handled company affairs skillfully, but his mind became more and more relaxed.

The closer he got to his hometown, the more he wanted to go back.

Upon arriving in the village, Yan Hui spotted several familiar figures and tried honking his car horn.

"Yan Hui!" Chang Mingchao was the first to spot Yan Hui. "You're back this year!"

"You're back," Yan Hui said, parking the car and getting out as soon as he saw that it was indeed his classmate.

"Mr. Yan is driving a Mercedes now! My God! Has Mr. Yan struck it rich again?" Chang Mingchao said with envy. Not many people in their class knew about what happened at the end of 99. They didn't go to school together and didn't have convenient ways to contact each other, so few knew about Lao San's situation. However, those classmates who ran businesses in town had heard some things; they all heard that Yan Hui wasn't doing well, but they didn't know the specifics.

"It's alright," Yan Hui said calmly. "I was lucky to run into you guys. Here, have a smoke."

As he spoke, Yan Hui opened the trunk, took out several packs of cigarettes, and gave each of the three men a pack of Zhonghua cigarettes.

"Huh?" Chang Mingchao was startled. "Yan Hui, what do you mean by this? Give everyone one! And it's Zhonghua cigarettes!"

"What's the big deal? It's just cigarettes! It's just smoking!" Yan Hui waved his hand lightly. "I'm too busy with work at the company. I can only come back for seven days this time. I probably won't have time to organize a class reunion this year. Are you still organizing one? If you are, tell me the cost and I'll cover it."

"This is the Mr. Yan we know!" Chang Mingchao was deeply moved. "Yan Hui, let me tell you, we've had get-togethers in recent years, but they haven't been very interesting."

“Then listen to me. Most of our classmates are married and have children now, right? You guys get together first and see how many people you can gather this year. I’ll come back next year, and I’ll try to find more time to get together with everyone then,” Yan Hui said with a smile.

“Alright, since Mr. Yan says so, I’ll take care of it!” Chang Mingchao nodded.

"Okay," Yan Hui nodded. "It's getting late, I have to go home, my family is waiting for me. I'll be going now, call me if you need anything. Oh, by the way, I changed my phone number."

Yan Hui exchanged phone numbers with everyone, then drove away, leaving a few classmates standing there watching the Mercedes-Benz disappear into the distance.

Everyone stood there for a few seconds, looking at the cigarettes in their hands, feeling that something was not real.

Yan Hui was eager to go home. If the road from the village to the town hadn't been so bad, he could have gotten back in two or three minutes.

When Yan Hui returned home for the Spring Festival this year, he planned to go to the village to discuss the possibility of completely renovating the road. He hoped that everyone would donate money to repair the road, and Yan Hui would lead the donation.

Thinking about all this, Yan Hui was very excited and unknowingly entered the village.

On this trip back to the village, Yan Hui stopped the car several times from the village entrance to his home, and each time he got out to offer cigarettes.

There's no such thing as buying cigarettes one by one; it's always at least a pack. Even if the cigarettes are unfamiliar, they're still a pack of good cigarettes. If it's from an elder he's close to who has taken care of him before, it's a carton.

Before he even got home, his family knew he was back, and his father ran over as well.

In Yan Hui's father's eyes, Qing Lan's admission to university was a moment of glory. Later, Yan Hui bought a house and built a factory in Jinan, and his family stayed there except in winter, which made many people in the village very envious. However, the father felt that Yan Hui only had some money and had nothing to do with being rich. Especially after hearing that Yan Hui had sold his car, the father felt that his son was in some kind of difficulty. Therefore, everyone was always somewhat frugal in their lives, and even the parents wanted to continue working to help the family.

But seeing Yan Hui now, after not seeing him for two or three months, the father felt that Yan Hui had completely changed, as if he had instantly transformed from a well-off family into a wealthy one. Fearing that his son was putting on a show, he rushed over, wanting to take Yan Hui home.

The father felt that this was enough and there was no need to continue like this.

Yan Hui didn't understand his father's thinking. Theoretically speaking, the money he earns in a day is worth more than this truckload of cigarettes.

I haven't been home for several years. What's the big deal about giving out cigarettes to the villagers and spending most of a day's "wages"?
Yan Hui and his father parked the car in front of their house, and a group of people came over to wish them a Happy New Year. Yan Hui took the opportunity to give out seven or eight packs of cigarettes.

(End of this chapter)