C193 Qin Yong Had Come to Visit
Hearing the sound of the car, Lin Fei's father Lin Ziyang and his mother Hu Xiuhua walked out from the room.
Seeing Lin Fei getting off the car, Hu Xiuhua quickly went up to him and asked, "Feizi, whose car is this?"
"Your son mine." Lin Feiyang raised his head, looking extremely confident.
Today was no longer the same day. The current Lin Fei was no longer the same Lin Fei who had just returned to the village.
When he had just returned to the village, Lin Fei felt inferior. When he saw people, he could not even raise his head.
Because …
At that time, he had no money or influence, so many people looked down on him.
Now, things were different. He contracted land, grew high-end vegetables, contracted ponds, and fed high-end fish seedlings.
Big figures like Hu Tianhao and Lu Tianxiong were trying to curry favor with him, so he became extremely confident.
"It's really yours?" Mother Lin was shocked beyond belief, her face full of disbelief.
"Mom, when have I ever lied to you?" Lin Fei held Mother Lin's shoulders and replied with a smile.
In front of Lin Fei's house, everyone heard the conversation between Lin Fei and Lin Mu.
As a result, everyone looked at Lin Fei with interest.
"Soo Hua, I knew that your son, Lin Fei, would have great prospects. "You see, sure enough, your son is doing well."
"Ziyang, Xiuhua, you two have raised a good son. In the future, you two will definitely enjoy the blessings of your son, Lin Fei."
"Feizi, are you serious? Do you want to find a wife now? I can introduce you to my niece. "
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For a time, most of the people in the village held Lin Fei's family up in the sky.
In the country, that was it.
As long as you're rich, a lot of people will come to flatter you.
However, Zheng Cuihua, who was mixed in the crowd, did not feel good about it.
She looked coldly at the Lin Fei family of three as she muttered, "What's so special about that, it's just a broken Toyota. Compared to my son Lin Ming's car, it's much worse."
Even though she said this, in her heart, she was extremely jealous of Lin Fei.
She had never expected that Lin Fei would experience such earth-shattering changes after returning to the village in just a short period of time.
Lin Fei first grew vegetables in the village.
He then contracted the village pond and began to raise fish.
The most infuriating thing was that whatever Lin Fei did could beat her, Zheng Cuihua.
This made Zheng Cuihua very unhappy.
Time flew until the next morning.
Touch...
Qin Yong, who was standing in front of Lin Fei's house, knocked non-stop on Lin Fei's door and shouted in panic, "Fei Zi, hurry up and come out. I have urgent business with you."2
"What is it?" Lin Fei walked up to his house, opened the door and asked Qin Yong.
"It's inconvenient to say it here. Let's go in and talk. " Qin Yong walked into Lin Fei's house.
Soon, the two of them arrived at Lin Fei's bedroom.
"Spring Peaches is going to marry Zhang Gouzi. This is making me so anxious." Qin Yong was extremely anxious.
Recently, Lin Fei had been busy and dizzy. It was only when he heard Qin Yong mentioning this matter that he finally came to a realization.
"Don't be in such a hurry, let me think of a way for you. 'Spring Peaches', that father who was beaten a thousand times, is a person who only recognizes money and not people. "I'll lend you 200 thousand for now. Tomorrow, you can go to Sniff Eye's place to propose."
Lin Fei picked up the phone and dialed Huang Wan'er's number.
"Wan-Er, I want to borrow 150 thousand from you. It shouldn't be a problem, right?" After the call connected, Lin Fei went straight to the point.
"No problem." Huang Wan'er didn't even ask, directly agreeing to lend Lin Fei the loan.
In Huang Wan'er's eyes, Lin Fei was a money grubber.
If she lent 150 thousand to Lin Fei, Lin Fei would owe her a favor.
In the future, her cooperation with Lin Fei would be even more stable.
If there was any other restaurant that wanted to buy ingredients from Lin Fei at a high price, Lin Fei would inform him immediately.
This would give her a way to deal with it.
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