"Honey?" Lin Feng gave Zhang Yuxi a mysterious smile.

"What is it?" Zhang Yuxi was a little confused.

What is it? The system just rewarded me with a yacht!

Lin Feng turned to Yu Zheng, who was reading the news on his phone. "Big Bro, I want to go to the Meijiang East Bank Port. Can you take me there?"

Yu Zheng put away his phone. "What are you going to do there?"

Lin Feng didn't say anything, and Yu Zheng didn't ask any more questions.

"It's almost five o'clock; it'll be dark soon."

"Let's go. The sooner we leave, the sooner we can come back."

Lin Jiajun and Lin Rui were playing pool. Their skills were mediocre, but the important thing was that they were having fun.

Lin Jiajun tossed his cue aside. "Let's go, I want to have a look too."

Seeing that Lin Jiajun had stopped playing, Lin Rui wondered what the point was of continuing by himself.

He asked, "Lin Feng, what are you doing over there?"

"Just checking something out."

The GPS navigation indicated it would be a half-hour drive.

Lin Jiajun leaned over to take a glance. "This route is too roundabout. I'll take you on a shortcut; we'll be there in less than twenty minutes."

In the car, Yu Zheng turned on the music and began discussing with Sun Rou when they should return to work and start earning money.

Sun Rou was dumbfounded. "So soon? We should at least wait until the fourth or fifth day of the New Year."

Yu Zheng sighed. "I want to make money." He also wanted to buy an SUV. With money, buying whatever you want is just a matter of saying the word.

Sun Rou was even more speechless. "Then just wait a couple more days."

The last time they returned for the babies' six-month celebration, Yu Zheng had secured an order worth over a million yuan. The client was trustworthy, paying eighty percent of the down payment upon delivery. Before the New Year, they paid the remaining twenty percent. With such a straightforward partner, Yu Zheng was keen on a long-term collaboration, and the other party felt the same way.

On New Year's Day, he had specifically called to offer greetings and blessings, and they had a pleasant chat. The client even mentioned another big deal after the holiday. You can imagine how eager he was.

True to his word, Lin Jiajun got them to the East Bank Port in less than twenty minutes. Upon asking, they learned it was an industrial harbor and the private marina was further ahead. Sedans weren't allowed into the docking area during the New Year holiday.

Several tourist boats, the kind used for sightseeing, were moored at the Meijiang East Bank. On the other side, many of the berths were empty.

Lin Jiajun asked, "Lin Feng, are we renting a boat to cruise the Meijiang tonight?"

Lin Rui pointed to the banks of the river in the distance. "That's a great idea. The scenery will be beautiful when all the lights come on."

Although they had lived in Meicheng for so many years, they had never taken a cruise on the Meijiang River. It was partly because Meicheng's early urban planning had been lacking. In recent years, the lights along the riverbanks had become truly beautiful, and they even started offering boat tours. But they had never paid any attention to it, nor had they ever planned to try it.

After walking for over twenty minutes, they saw the sign for the private marina up ahead.

"Wow!"

The vessels docked here were all incredibly high-end, ranging from small vessels to large private yachts. And there was more than one. It was the first time they realized that quite a few people in their city actually owned private yachts. Their knowledge of yachts was limited to what they had seen in movies and on TV, but they knew one thing: anyone who could afford one of these was definitely not short on cash.

Lin Jiajun counted about seven or eight of them, large and small. Looking ahead, Berth No. 1 was for a ferry.

Finally, at Berth No. 2, Lin Feng found his yacht.

Compared to the others, it was easily more than twice as large. The vessels at Berth No. 2 were mostly small to medium-sized yachts, the type suitable for three to five people on a seaside vacation. They typically had at least one cabin, usually with two to three bedrooms. In addition, they had amenities like a kitchen, guest rooms, and game rooms, allowing one to stay at sea for a week with enough supplies. There were even smaller ones that resembled speedboats.

Lin Feng's yacht, however, was nearly ten meters long, classifying it as a medium-sized yacht. It was like an RV on water, generally used for private parties. Its speed was slower, but it offered better stability. It usually came with four to six bedrooms, a living room, a kitchen, a dining room, a laundry room, a computer room, a study, and even a gym. The foredeck boarding platform could be used for stowing water toys, enjoying tea, or dining.

"Damn, this yacht is awesome!" Lin Jiajun stood on the dock, craning his neck so far back he still couldn't see the top.

But that didn't stop the overwhelming scent of banknotes from wafting over. This was the delicious aroma of money.

Lin Rui clicked his tongue in amazement. This kind of yacht was something they would never dare to dream of, let alone ever encounter. He couldn't guess the price, but it had to be at least several million. They were currently at a stage where they had a house, a car, and some savings, but they were still a long way from being truly rich.

Having lived in a first-tier city near the sea, Yu Zheng was no stranger to yachts; at least he had seen them before.

"I have a client who bought a small private yacht," he said. "The kind you can take out for a day. With all the paperwork and licenses, it cost him over a million yuan." He gestured with his hands. "It was probably only half the size of this one. One this big would be far more expensive!"

Just then, a manager with a stern face approached and ordered them to leave. "Excuse me, this is a private mooring area. It's not for sightseeing."

Yu Zheng and the others involuntarily looked at Lin Feng. It was his idea to come here.

Lin Feng pulled the yacht's mooring permit and his personal identification from his pocket. The manager looked Lin Feng up and down, his expression full of doubt. But the documents in his hand were all genuine. The largest, most luxurious yacht in the marina indeed belonged to this young man.

It wasn't just the manager who looked incredulous. Yu Zheng and the others' eyes were about to pop out of their sockets. They had assumed Lin Feng was here to rent a boat. They never imagined in their wildest dreams that he actually owned one.

Lin Jiajun had already made up his mind. "Director Lin, Brother Lin, from now on, I'm sticking with you. For real, don't write me off." He had thick skin, and he figured he'd be in for a feast if he followed Lin Feng.

Lin Rui couldn't stay still either, licking his lips. "Lin Feng, my man, if you've got a way to make money, you gotta tell your big bro, right? We're family!"

Yu Zheng opened his mouth, but ultimately said nothing. Everyone longed to get rich.

Wang Lu and Du Yan, who had come with Lin Jiajun, felt their hearts leap into their throats. This was especially true for Du Yan.

Only now did she understand that her husband's smugness over earning a million or two was absolutely nothing compared to Lin Feng. It didn't amount to a damn thing. And to think he had deluded himself into saying Lin Feng's success was either fake or a handout from his two fathers. Otherwise, how could a college student have so much money? Talk about a slap in the face. Bet he can't keep a straight face now, can he?

Although Lin Feng had the system's backing, he was still a bit nervous about piloting a yacht for the first time.

"Excuse me," he asked the manager, "do you have any captains here?"

"We do, we do, but they've all gone home for the first day of the New Year."

Lin Feng's brow furrowed slightly. "Are there no other captains available?"

The manager hesitated for a moment. "Boss, how about this? I can call one and ask him to come over. But the fee will definitely be higher than usual, since it's New Year's Day. You understand."

Lin Feng nodded in understanding. "How much?"

"Six hundred yuan an hour. That's the price, and I can't go any lower."

"That's fine," Lin Feng nodded. "Go ahead and call him."

"Please wait a moment."

The manager scurried off to make the call. "Xiao Chen, get over here quick, there's a job waiting for you… I quoted six hundred yuan an hour, and the client is fine with it. Hurry up, this guy is loaded! But listen, you'll cut me in for fifty an hour afterward."

It was just past five in the afternoon. Playing until ten at night meant at least five hours. He could earn enough for a few packs of cigarettes.

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