In the astonished gazes of the man and woman,

Yang Fei pushed a stack of hundred-yuan bills toward the elder.

"Uncle Hong, this money belongs to you."

The elder, however, simply smiled faintly.

"Comrade, you underestimate me. Such a trivial difficulty can't trouble this old man."

The woman and the man almost cried out in shock.

Such a large sum of money was rejected by the elder without even a glance.

What's wrong with this old guy?

Admiration filled Yang Fei's eyes.

Might cannot be subdued, poverty cannot corrupt, Uncle Hong indeed is a true man.

He sincerely said, "Uncle Hong, this money was sent by Lao Pao for you, you should accept it."

Upon hearing this, the elder's complexion immediately turned to one of sorrow.

He of course knew that this money was compensation after his son's sacrifice.

Yang Fei continued, "Over the years, Lao Pao and I have invested in businesses, and this is his share of the profits."

"From now on, profits will be distributed to you every month. Since the business is not fully established yet, it's a little less this time."

Oh my God!

The elder's daughter-in-law and the contractor man once again gaped.

A hundred and twenty thousand! The contractor might not save that much in ten years!

To earn so much in a month, and that's considered a little?

The eyes of the elder's daughter-in-law turned even redder with envy.

She was a mercenary woman who had married the contractor for his few thousand yuan salary.

And now, the Hong Family had suddenly come into great wealth.

The elder's daughter-in-law regretted it deeply.

She and the likes of the contractor, petty figures, simply could not imagine.

What does it mean to earn 100,000 a month?

One hundred thousand a month, that's one million two hundred thousand in a year!

My Lord, what a vast fortune is that?

The elder gazed deeply at Yang Fei.

With his experience and wisdom, he too could not imagine.

Just what kind of business could make so much money?

However, in front of outsiders, the elder preferred not to inquire deeply.

He casually picked up two stacks of bills and tossed them to his daughter-in-law, as if throwing away trash.

"You may go now, and do not come back again."

Two stacks of bills amounted to twenty thousand.

The daughter-in-law took the extra eight thousand, but she was in a daze, speechless.

The life of wealth she had longed for was right before her eyes.

Regrettably, she no longer belonged to this family.

The contractor man was also stunned.

Seeing those stacks of hundred-yuan bills on the table, he felt an unbearable itch, his eyes turning red.

However, he could only look.

The elder's fierceness was well known throughout the local villages; no one dared provoke him.

"What, do you have something else?"

The elder spoke indifferently, facing such a vulgar and mercenary daughter-in-law, he truly had nothing to say.

The woman trembled, finally holding the twenty thousand and slowly walked out.

With each step, she endured unbearable heartache.

This warm and wealthy home, she could never return to again.

The contractor man stood up and quickly caught up with the elder's daughter-in-law, snatching the twenty thousand from her hand.

He shouted at her, "Let's go, you home-wrecking woman, do you bloody think you can stay here?"

"I can't get rich all because you're a jinx."

The contractor watched as the Hong Family amassed a great fortune, his eyes filled with immense envy.

He took out his rage on the old man's daughter-in-law.

The daughter-in-law was scolded and brutally dragged out the door by him.

As soon as she was outside, the woman crouched down with her hands covering her face.

Her shrill cries continued to reach the inner room.

"God, what sins have I committed!" she wailed.

In the house, Yang Fei, Lin Xueyi, and the old man all remained silent.

The three children, scared, huddled near the stove, also silent.

The man outside kept cursing wildly, his coarse words and the woman's wailing gradually fading away.

After a while, the old man sighed.

"Comrade, thank you for helping me out of a tight spot."

"Please leave your address; I will surely repay the money."

Yang Fei glanced at the three children and said little more.

"Uncle Hong, let's have a good talk tonight, just the two of us."

The night deepened, and the old man's eldest son took the three children to sleep.

Lin Xueyi nestled onto Yang Fei's lap and also fell asleep.

The charcoal in the earth stove crackled with sparks.

Yang Fei and the old man, accompanied by a pot of old liquor, spoke of heroic deeds.

When they touched on matters of valor, the old man couldn't help but express his lament.

When the conversation turned to sorrow, they swallowed the turbid liquor and their tears together.

Yang Fei, who had lost his memory, felt as if he was facing a kin in the presence of this respectful and affable elder.

Once he started talking, he couldn't stop.

Others grew more muddled the more they drank, but Yang Fei became more lucid with each sip.

This once King of Soldiers, a man of steel, wept profoundly.

With tears streaming down his face, he clasped the old man's hand with immense guilt.

"Uncle Hong, I'm sorry for what happened to Lao Pao. I was the one who brought him out of the mountains, and I failed to take proper care of him."

The old man patted Yang Fei's shoulder and heaved a deep sigh.

"You are all fine men. Though I don't know what mission you were on, I do know that you are the steel Great Wall of the nation."

His eyes gazed at the profound darkness of the night outside with a voice of resolute weariness.

"This land, this country, it was left to us by our ancestors."

"When the enemy comes, we fight them. If jackals come, we battle them too. My son died in battle for his country and people; there's no shame in that."

Yang Fei nodded and said, "As Huaxia prospers and grows strong, friction and strife within the international community intensify."

"This struggle manifests in small-scale border conflicts, coupled with rampant mercenaries and armed drug traffickers."

"Modern special combat operations have become a crucial aspect of modern warfare, and they also suffer the heaviest casualties."

The old man half-understood, and Yang Fei realized he might have been too technical in his explanation.

He laughed heartily and shifted the topic.

"I must avenge my brother's blood feud, but before heading to the battlefield, I need to arrange his affairs."

"They sacrificed for me, so I must live for them."

As he spoke, Yang Fei took out a bank card and said, "I've invested the money from my brothers collectively; the dividends from Lao Pao's shares are real."

"From now on, the dividends from Lao Pao's shares will be deposited into this card on time every month or quarter."

With that, he flipped the card over.

There was a small label on the card with a string of numbers.

Yang Fei brought the numbers up close so the old man could see clearly.

"This is the PIN for the bank card; take good care of it."

It was only at this juncture did the old man believe Yang Fei's words.

He took the bank card from Yang Fei's hand, his eyes brimming with tears.

"My son was fortunate to have met a brother like you. Even though he died in battle, he can rest in peace."

The next morning, Yang Fei and Lin Xueyi bid farewell to the old man and his family.

Yet neither of them knew that a great disaster was about to strike the Lanting Hotel.

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