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I got up very early on the second day of the Lunar New Year.

The winter sun had not yet completely dispelled the chill of the mountain village.

Jiang Jianjun, however, was already wiping the black Audi A6L inside and out in the yard with a brand new towel.

Every corner and every crevice was meticulously cleaned.

The black paint reflected a mirror-like sheen in the morning light, and the four silver circular logos were almost dazzlingly bright.

Wang Xiuying came out of the house carrying a basin of hot water. Looking at her husband's enthusiasm, she couldn't help but tease him.

"Alright, alright, you've been wiping it for an hour now, you've practically scraped off a layer of paint!"

"This car is already shiny enough, why are you polishing it?"

Jiang Jianjun straightened up, looked at his "masterpiece," and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

But when he turned his head to look at Wang Xiuying, his eyes held a hint of nervousness and unease that he himself was unaware of.

"When you go back to your parents' home, shouldn't you make sure it's done properly?"

"Let your family see that you didn't marry the wrong person!"

Although he had thoroughly experienced what it meant to "raise one's eyebrows and breathe a sigh of relief" and "when one person attains enlightenment, even his chickens and dogs ascend to heaven" in Jiangjia Village yesterday.

But the thought of going to his mother-in-law's house and facing his brother-in-law and sister-in-law who had looked down on him openly and secretly, especially his arrogant brother-in-law Zhao Youcai, still made him a little scared.

There was no way around it; after being poor for half my life, that deep-seated sense of inferiority couldn't be erased in just a day or two.

Looking at her husband's expression—a mixture of wanting to show off and being a little scared—Wang Xiuying felt both annoyed and amused, but mostly heartbroken.

She knew how much scorn and rudeness her husband had endured over the years when he went back to her parents' home with her.

She was about to say a few words of comfort.

"Dad, your understanding is lacking."

Jiang Chen yawned and walked out of the house.

He saw right through his father's little scheme.

"What kind of fighting power can you develop by wiping a car?"

Jiang Chen walked to the rear of the Audi and pressed the trunk release button.

"Whoosh—"

The power tailgate slowly rose.

When the scene inside the trunk was fully exposed to Jiang Jianjun and Wang Xiuying.

The elderly couple's breathing stopped instantly.

Jiang Chen patted the edge of the trunk and grinned at his father, who was already dumbfounded.

"Dad, don't panic."

"Today, we've brought enough 'ammunition' to flatten all the hills over at Wangjiagou!"

The trunk was so large, almost exaggerated, that there wasn't a single empty space left.

On the left is a whole box of unopened 53-degree Feitian Moutai, its red packaging looking particularly festive in the sunlight.

Next to the Moutai is ten packs of "Supreme" cigarettes bound together with a transparent film, their golden dragon patterns exuding an air of dominance.

On the right, there were piles of top-quality New Year's goods that Jiang Chen had bought back from Shanghai.

I bought this Canada Goose down comforter for my grandma; it's worth over ten thousand yuan and is as fluffy as a cloud.

Also for my grandmother, this is the latest model foot bath with a massage function.

There were also brand new iPads prepared for the children of my uncles and aunts, one for each of them.

The most eye-catching thing is the two huge foam boxes placed in the very center.

A wisp of cold air was still seeping out from the cracks in the box.

On the lid of the box, two large, flamboyant characters were written in marker: "Crab King".

The half-truckload of professional-grade fireworks left over from yesterday's fireworks show weren't even put in the trunk; they're still in the truck, ready to be used again for the Lantern Festival.

The contents of this trunk alone, when added together, are enough to make a down payment on a house in the county town!

Jiang Jianjun stared wide-eyed at the "hard currency" in the trunk.

His previously uneasy heart instantly felt reassured, and his confidence surged from the soles of his feet to the top of his head!

He felt that he wasn't driving a car.

This is a mobile arsenal!

It's a walking gold mine!

"OK!"

Jiang Jianjun slapped his thigh and straightened his back. The previous unease and anxiety had long since vanished under the weight of the truckload of "ammunition"!

"Today, I'll also get a taste of what it's like to be a 'big shot' in front of your uncles!"

The family got ready and officially set off.

Wang Xiuying's family home is in Wangjiagou, a neighboring town, located in a mountainous area with complicated road conditions.

Especially the road leading into the village, which is a dirt road built many years ago, full of potholes and becomes muddy and impassable when it rains.

In previous years, Jiang Jianjun would drive that dilapidated tricycle back home, and each time he would be jolted so badly that he would feel dizzy and miserable.

But today, things are completely different.

The Audi A6L's renowned quattro all-wheel-drive system truly demonstrated its capabilities on the rugged mountain roads.

No matter how bumpy the road is, the car remains as stable as a mountain. Sitting inside, you can only feel slight undulations, and the comfort level is comparable to that of flat ground.

As Jiang Jianjun drove, he felt the stability and power emanating from the "steel beast" beneath him, and his confidence grew stronger.

Jiang Chen sat in the passenger seat, watching his father gradually "float" up, and smiled as he gave him a final "pre-battle pep talk".

"Dad, when we get there, if Uncle-in-law starts bragging like he always does, remember, don't say a word."

A sly glint flashed in Jiang Chen's eyes.

"You just need to nod, smile, and drink your tea."

"The rest, just do as I say."

"I'll make sure he earns back everything he bragged about, with interest!"

Zhao Youcai, the uncle Jiang Chen mentioned, is the husband of Wang Xiuying's older sister. He was a contractor who made a little money in the construction industry in his early years.

Once people have money, they get arrogant.

At every family gathering, he likes to put on airs and pontificate to everyone.

He especially liked to make fun of Jiang Jianjun, the poorest member of his family, mocking him as "a farmer who toils in the fields all his life and never amounted to anything," in order to show off his own sense of superiority.

"Okay!" Jiang Jianjun nodded heavily, his face full of anticipation for the upcoming show.

The car drove smoothly on the mountain road.

Soon, the familiar entrance to Wangjiagou village came into view.

As in previous years, a car was parked under the big banyan tree at the entrance of the village.

It was a white Toyota Prado, splattered with mud, but it looked quite like an off-road vehicle.

Without a doubt, this must be Uncle Zhao Youcai's car.

Every year when he comes back, he likes to park his car at the most conspicuous entrance to the village, as if afraid that others will not know that he drives a "luxury car".

In previous years, Jiang Jianjun had to be very careful when driving his tricycle past, for fear of bumping into this "treasure".

But today.

Jiang Jianjun glanced at his son beside him.

Jiang Chen gave him an encouraging look.

Jiang Jianjun understood immediately, a slight smile appeared on his lips, and his grip on the steering wheel tightened suddenly!

Instead of slowing down, he stepped on the gas and accelerated!

"Buzz—!"

Finally, with extreme precision, it came to a steady stop next to the Toyota Prado.

Standing under the big banyan tree at the village entrance, Uncle Zhao Youcai, who was showing off his "designer" leather jacket to several neighbors, and his aunt Wang Xiuqin, who was also dressed in a mink coat and looked very proud, were both stunned.

Their attention was drawn to the stunningly beautiful black sedan that had suddenly appeared.

Looking at the sleek lines of the car body and the highly recognizable four-ring logo, Zhao Youcai's eyes flashed with a hint of amazement and jealousy.

He paused for a moment, cleared his throat, and deliberately spoke to his neighbors in a knowledgeable tone.

"Oh, which of your lucky relatives has come back this time?"

"Look at this car, it's not cheap."

He stroked his chin dramatically and offered what he thought was a very professional assessment.

"Audi, I know, nice car! This one looks like it must cost at least... four or five hundred thousand, right?"

"Tsk tsk, you've come to the wrong place, haven't you? We can't afford to park such a precious car in this poor mountain village."