Reborn in 78, I made my fortune by working in the mountains, supporting three families on my own.

"How dare you say that? Do you even respect your uncle? Let's see how you get out of this situation if you can't give a clear explanation."

Zhao Lei laughed instead: "Hahaha, fellow neighbors and villagers, would I, Zhao Lei, talk nonsense just for a bicycle?"

Upon hearing this, the people were immediately speechless.

Zhao Lei makes a good point; after all, his ability to make money is unmatched.

I heard that the two-story red brick building his family is currently building will cost several thousand yuan.

Such a huge expense is more than many ordinary people could earn in a lifetime.

A 28-inch bicycle costing around 100 yuan wasn't a big problem for Zhao Lei.

But why did Zhao Lei choose this moment, in front of so many people, to point out the problem with the bicycle Zhou Shijie gave him? What does he mean by that?

Anyone with eyes could see what was going on. After all, Zhou Minghong and Zhao Lei's family had recently had a conflict, and this matter had been widely discussed among the women comrades at the intelligence station.

So everyone expected that Zhao Lei wasn't invited today, but his sudden appearance was unexpected.

Many people sensed something was wrong at the time, thinking that Zhao Lei wouldn't come to their temple without a reason, and now it seems that was indeed the case.

Zhou Shijie, however, grew anxious. He stepped forward, grabbed Zhao Lei, and pulled him aside, whispering, "Cousin, cousin, can't we talk about this later?"

Zhao Lei gave him a cold look and then shook off him.

"Zhou Shijie, what did you just say? I didn't hear you."

Zhou Shijie broke out in a cold sweat and looked around in surprise and uncertainty.

He realized everyone around him was staring at him, and his cheeks instantly turned bright red.

I originally wanted to quietly pull Zhao Lei aside, play the emotional card, and get through today first.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Lei was so disrespectful, refuting him in public and putting him in such an embarrassing situation.

Zhao Lei ignored him completely, removed the bicycle seat, revealing a row of stamped numbers under the seat post, and then took out a folded receipt from his pocket.

"It's written on the receipt when I bought it. Can you guys help me check if it matches?"

Zhou Laogen leaned over to take a look, then reached out and touched the row of steel stamps; his expression slowly changed.

Relatives and neighbors nearby also came over to take a look.

Although most people are illiterate, anyone can tell that the stamp and the numbers on the receipt are exactly the same when they are compared side by side.

The courtyard was quiet for a few seconds.

Zhou Laogen suddenly turned his head, staring at Zhou Shijie, his eyes red: "Zhou Shijie! Where did this car come from?!"

Zhou Shijie's forehead was covered in cold sweat, and he opened his mouth several times, but couldn't utter a single word.

Everyone in the courtyard stared at Zhou Shijie, and the once lively banquet suddenly fell silent.

Zhou Kailian ran out of the house, looked at Zhou Shijie and then at the car, her face pale: "Shijie, say something! What's wrong with this car?"

Zhou Shijie was extremely anxious under the watchful eyes of so many people. He looked to his parents for help.

Zhou Minghong and his wife stared wide-eyed at their son, somewhat unable to accept this fact.

Neither of them knew that Zhou Shijie had stolen a car; they genuinely believed that he had borrowed money from his old cronies to buy the car.

Seeing their son's pleading look, the elderly couple instantly understood.

The origin of this car is unknown, but it most likely belongs to Zhao Lei!

Seeing that his parents couldn't help, Zhou Shijie turned his attention to his younger sister, Zhou Shifang.

Zhou Shifang glared at him coldly.

It's as if it's saying, "You're responsible for the stupid things you did."

Zhou Shijie panicked completely. His legs went weak and he almost knelt down. His voice trembled as he said, "Uncle Lao Gen... Kai Lian... this car... it was me... I pushed it from Da Long's yard..."

Zhou Laogen smashed the wine bowl in his hand on the ground with a crash: "What?! You stole it?! You're trying to fool me with a stolen car?!"

Zhou Laogen's brothers also stood up, their faces ashen.

Someone pointed at Zhou Shijie and started cursing: "You little bastard! You stole things and tried to trick your father-in-law into marriage! Aren't you afraid of losing face?!"

Zhou Kailian stood there stunned, tears welling up in her eyes. She raised her hand and slapped Zhou Shijie across the face.

Snapped!

"Zhou Shijie! You bastard! I must have been blind to have fallen for you!"

Zhou Shijie was stunned by the slap. He covered his face and tried to grab her hand, but Zhou Kailian shoved him away, saying, "Get out! Get out of here! This marriage is off!"

The courtyard instantly descended into chaos. Zhou Laogen's wife ran out and grabbed Zhou Kailian, crying and cursing at her.

Zhou Laogen's brother pointed at Zhou Shijie and cursed him, spitting as he did so.

More and more villagers came to watch the spectacle, gathering around the courtyard gate, whispering and pointing.

"Hey, what's going on? Why is it so lively?"

"Is there really this many people here for a wedding today?"

"What happy occasion? Now it's turned into a nightmare, what happened?"

"They were just setting off firecrackers... Oops... What happened?"

"You don't know? Zhao Lei just came looking for his car, and in front of all his relatives and friends, he matched the serial number stamped under the car seat with his car."

What do you think?

"Oh, so that's how it is. The old-fashioned motorcycle that Zhou Laogen was showing off a few days ago is the one that Wang Xiaohu's family lost, which is also Zhao Lei's old-fashioned motorcycle."

"That's right! Now everyone knows that Zhou Shijie stole this car, and Uncle Lao Gen's family is in a huge uproar."

Many villagers who had just arrived also learned the general outline of what had happened through snippets of conversation from those around them.

Upon hearing this, everyone gasped in shock.

They are all simple and kind-hearted rural people, and petty theft is inherently despicable.

What's more, stealing valuables worth a hundred or two hundred yuan!

Not only did they steal it, but they also brazenly modified it and showed it off. It's absolutely outrageous!

Upon learning of the situation, the villagers immediately began to curse.

"Holy crap! Zhou Shijie is shameless! He's really dragged Uncle Laogen's family down with him."

"Isn't that right? Zhou Laogen can't be so smug now; I bet he's too ashamed to show his face in public."

"Oh dear, why does this child always do such foolish things? I'd heard before that his father wasn't a good person when he was young, but I never thought that what you sow, you reap; this son isn't any better."

"Isn't that right? Kai Lian is such a good girl, and this kid almost ruined her life. Luckily, Zhao Lei exposed them in front of everyone today, so that Uncle Lao Gen's family wasn't harmed."

"Yes, yes, yes! If they get married, Zhou Kailian will be in big trouble once things are out in the open. Anyone who marries into a family like that, with a man like that, is doomed!"