From Wage Slave to Tycoon novel Chapter 218

Chapter 218: Chapter 147: The 30th, New Year’s Eve, Setting Off Fireworks

It wasn’t until they were about to pull into the courtyard of their old home that Chen Shufen, still not having had her fill, finally rolled up the window.

"Ah, that was refreshing!" Chen Shufen said smugly.

"Mom... you don’t think those people you accosted are cursing you behind your back, do you?" Su Chen asked, a funny look on his face. ’If that were me, I definitely would be.’

"Of course they are. I remember... who was it from the old production team? Their kid got into a top-tier university, and his mother walked around with her nose in the air. Whenever she saw someone, she’d say, ’How did you know my son got into a top-tier university?’ Who knows how many people were smiling to her face while cursing her out behind her back."

Hearing such harsh words, Su Chen decided to shut his mouth. There was no telling what his mom would say if he kept the conversation going.

As the three cars drove into the courtyard, they saw a group of men standing around, smoking and chatting.

Su Chen spotted Su Zhuyun in the crowd at once. The smile on his father’s face was as radiant as could be.

"Well now, a Mercedes G-Wagon. Whose is it?"

"Someone from our courtyard is that successful?"

"Hey, isn’t that the second and third brothers of the Su family?"

The men who had been chatting all turned their attention to Su Zhuyun.

Su Zhuyun took a slow drag from his cigarette. Only after exhaling a plume of white smoke did he say, "That’s the car Su Chen is driving."

"Su Chen? Eldest Su, you really splurged, huh? Buying your son such an expensive car. Looks like your hot pot restaurant is doing more than just good business!"

The words may have been spoken casually, but they were heard with intent. The eyes of the other men nearby flickered with a strange light, though it vanished in an instant.

Hearing this, Su Zhuyun didn’t bother to explain that Su Chen had bought it himself—that his son had more money than his own father.

In the countryside, people aren’t afraid of being poor, they’re afraid of their neighbors suddenly striking it rich. The psychological shock isn’t something that can be easily accepted overnight.

Fortunately, the neighbors all knew the Su family had opened a hot pot restaurant and that business was booming. While they were still jealous, it was something they could accept. After all, the Sus had built it from the ground up with their own two hands.

"You all carry on, I’m going to go help out." Seeing Su Chen and the others loaded down with bags, Su Zhuyun hastily tossed his cigarette on the ground and hurried over.

Once Su Zhuyun was out of earshot, a few of them started murmuring amongst themselves.

"What do you guys think? What if we all asked Su Zhuyun to bring us in on the hot pot business?"

The moment he said it, the others all shot him strange looks.

"No way. Why would he help you? Just because you’re his neighbor?"

"Have you forgotten? A few years ago, over that business with the irrigation for the terraced fields, you had a huge fight with the Su family. You almost hit Master Su. And now you expect them to help you get rich?"

"You must still be drunk."

Even though they all lived in the same courtyard, they’d had their fair share of conflicts in the past. They weren’t earth-shattering fights, but they weren’t trivial either. Certainly not the kind of history you could ignore while asking someone to help you strike it rich.

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