Prologue

With the East District having successively produced sky-high "land kings" in recent years, the old town in urgent need of renovation has also benefited from this trend. The costs of demolition have risen sharply, effectively driving away a number of developers and creating a formidable barrier of capital in the narrow and impoverished alleys.

Feidu remains noncommittal

The clerk had no choice but to present a standard smile with eight teeth: "Welcome."

He possesses a peculiar contradictory temperament; when he smiles, he radiates a charm akin to blooming peach blossoms, yet once he adopts a serious expression, a sharp sense of solemnity seamlessly takes over, and his gaze becomes almost compelling

The person is completely dead

Among them, the most expensive and best "stylish" place is the "Chengguang Mansion"

The two words "sister-in-law" inexplicably pleased Fei Du, causing the tension in his tightly pressed lips to soften. He waved his hand, as if graciously turning the page on what had just happened.

No, Feidu's footsteps do not stop. Wait until you see my sexy body; if you can't hold back and do something inappropriate, it would be quite embarrassing if it got out, wouldn't it, beautiful? I'm leaving

However, he seems to have taken some wrong medicine recently, as he has not been out and about for a while, as if he is somewhat inclined to "wash his hands of it all".

The truth, this cruel truth

The foolishly intoxicated person slurred: "Promotions and wealth, to hell with my father, Fei Ye, you are the true winner in life!"

In the late spring and early summer of Yan City, the fragrance of locust flowers always lingers, often wafting from the nooks and crannies, appearing almost imperceptibly. A mere whiff of automobile exhaust can easily mask it, yet if left undisturbed for a while, it will re-emerge on its own.

Fei Ye is a man of his word; as soon as the clock strikes twelve, he leaves on time, just like Cinderella hearing the chime.

He passed through numerous monsters and demons, circumventing a brainless individual holding a champagne bottle who was praising him, to find Zhang Donglai in the small grove

The neighbors in the dilapidated houses spend their days fantasizing about becoming wealthy overnight by relying on this small, rundown space of just over ten square meters, already mentally indulging in the sense of superiority that "the demolition of my house will bring millions"

Having spoken, he disregarded Zhang Donglai's chaotic shouting behind him and swiftly departed along the gravel path, walking steadily and without swaying, not at all resembling someone who had been soaked in alcohol for half the night

Zhang Donglai, with great patience, kept silent for a minute, but his endurance reached its limit: "No, I really can't stand watching you like this; it feels like you're being led around by your father. How are you going to flirt with girls later?"

Fei Du leaned against the passenger seat, resting with his eyes closed, while the application on his phone played an audiobook aloud. A clear male voice recited at a steady pace: "... ... Yu Lian replied: 'I have some hidden enemies.' ... ..."

At that moment, a car with high beams approached from the opposite direction, nearly blinding the designated driver. He muttered under his breath, "What a nuisance," and instinctively turned the steering wheel to the side as the car with the "searchlight" sped past him.

The clerk finally sensed something was amiss and looked up suspiciously at the delivery boy, asking, "Private club?"

The shop assistant receives a fixed monthly salary and does not hope for the business to thrive. After hearing this round of insincere flattery, she helplessly waved her hand and said, "It's fine, you go ahead and work. When you come out, I'll pour you a glass of ice water."

The delivery person was a young man, around twenty years old, exuding a vibrant youthfulness as he bounced into the store in the fading light. His skin was dark, and when he smiled, a set of small white teeth showed. With abundant energy, he greeted the store clerk: "Hello, beautiful. You look great today. Business must be good, right?"

The wild cat, with its fur bristled, frightened the meowing creature into losing its front paws. In a moment of distraction, it slipped off the low wall, rolled on the ground, and fled without looking back

He has plenty of money and no one to discipline him, naturally growing into a fighter among the wastrels. Fortunately, he has no interest in playing the role of a "business genius"; in serious matters, he is relatively conventional, not engaging in chaotic investments when there is nothing else to do, but simply squandering his wealth through the two words "dissipation," which for the time being, he cannot completely exhaust.

The customer buying coffee might be idle, glancing at the young delivery person and lazily interjecting: "The Chengguang Mansion is not in the business building; it is in the private club behind. By the way, are they still hiring delivery personnel? Would you like me to take you there on my way?"

Of course, these millionaires in the slums still have to line up every day in their slippers to empty their chamber pots

"No, a little more syrup." The customer handed over the change, and as he looked up, his gaze collided directly with that of the staff member.

I am seriously pursuing my wife," Fei Du said nonchalantly, "Is it appropriate to pursue her while playing? It seems rather low-class.

He stood quietly for a while, leisurely whistling to the sweet taste of the locust flowers in his mouth, gradually forming a melody

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"Chengguang Mansion?" The staff found it somewhat familiar but couldn't recall it at the moment, so they shook their head and said, "I am not sure, what do you need it for?"

A road does not lose its beauty simply because it is overgrown with thorns; the traveler continues to move forward, letting those bothersome thorns wither away there

Zhang Donglai is also a shameless and unrefined person, and he whistled at him: "Fei Ye, shall we go together?"

Suddenly, it let out a loud "aow," and all the hair on its body stood on end

Fei Du is the leader of this group of rich second-generation individuals, as the others have their fathers watching over them, and they are all considered "princes." However, Young Master Fei lost his mother at a young age, and just as he turned eighteen, his father became a vegetable in a car accident. He has now effectively "ascended the throne" ahead of others, placing him a level above them.

The clerk skillfully prepared coffee for the customer, while the delivery person quickly went through the list and reported back, having completed his task. He leaned against the counter waiting for water, casually asking, "Miss, do you know which building 'Chengguang Mansion' is in?"

As Fei Du strolled over, he had already finished a cup of overly sweet coffee. From a distance, he could hear the music and voices coming from the courtyard. He casually tossed the empty paper cup into a nearby trash bin and heard someone nearby whistle a discordant tune: "Fei, over here!"

The weak moonlight cast down upon the ground, illuminating a person's face. He lay sprawled on the ground, his face so swollen and congested that it was nearly unrecognizable, with only a crescent-shaped scar visible on his forehead. A piece of torn, irregularly shaped white paper covered his forehead, resembling a ghostly talisman meant to restrain a corpse.

Fei Du turned his head and saw a group of people standing not far away, all of whom were idle rich second-generation youths. The leading young man was very fashionable, adorned with a hodgepodge of accessories, and he was one of his friends, Zhang Donglai.

Fei Du suddenly turned his head and cast a cold glance at Zhang Donglai

Thank you, my father is not dead yet. Fei Dubin politely nodded and leaned forward to ask Zhang Donglai, "What are you busy with?"

Upon arriving at the parking lot, he had already fastened the button back in place, properly called for a designated driver, and leaned against a large locust tree to wait

Zhang Donglai was momentarily at a loss for words, unable to continue the conversation. He raised his palm and slapped his own face, saying, "Pah, I misspoke. I will definitely apologize to my sister-in-law in person another day"

The chauffeur expressionlessly withdrew his gaze

Zhang Donglai: "Fei Ye, you are losing your charm now."

The host here is not only wealthy but also possesses considerable refinement in the arts. The small courtyard has been restored in a very retro style, resembling a cultural relic protection unit at first glance. Having just been completed, the owner, eager to show off, specifically invited a group of friends, all either rich or influential, to warm up the occasion. There are those here for socializing, some for business discussions, others simply to show support, and quite a few who have come to join the excitement, hoping to gain entry through their looks and physical presence. The parking lot is filled with various luxury cars, creating a scene reminiscent of a bustling arena of fame and fortune.

A cup of decaffeinated vanilla latte, thank you

The guest is a tall young man with long hair that nearly reaches his shoulders. He is dressed in a neatly pressed and formal suit, wearing metal-framed glasses that rest delicately on his prominent nose. As he lowers his head to touch his wallet, the long hair that curls over his chin obscures part of his face. In the light, his nose and lips appear to have a pale glaze, giving him an exceptionally ascetic and aloof demeanor.

Feidu paused slightly, first extending a finger to remove his glasses, which he casually hung on Zhang Donglai's collar. He then shrugged off his suit jacket, rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, and began to unbutton it

He unbuttoned four buttons in a row, revealing a large, indecipherable tattoo on his chest. Then he ran his hand through his disheveled hair, grabbed Zhang Donglai's hand, and pulled off three oversized rings that were even thicker than thimbles from his fingers, sliding them onto his own hand: "Is this good enough now, son"

Close to 1:00 AM, the streetlight that had flickered for half the night finally reached the end of its life, and a wild cat patrolling its territory jumped onto the wall

Fortunately, at this moment, the restocker arrived at the store. The staff quickly found something to do for themselves and called out loudly to the delivery person to check the delivery list in the back.

The designated driver is a hardworking college student who is somewhat cynical, believing that Feidu is either a wealthy second-generation who indulges in a life of luxury or a little-known celebrity who has undergone plastic surgery. Upon hearing this, Xiao Ming, who is somewhat surprised, couldn't help but glance at him.

The delivery boy, with a beaming expression, let out a soft "ah" as he raised his hand to wipe the fine sweat from his forehead. On his temple, there was a small crescent-shaped scar, resembling a prop that had been awkwardly affixed to a character of justice.

The wide and straight two-way lane divides the entire flower market area into two; the eastern district is one of the most prosperous core business circles in the city, while the western district is the forgotten old town, a gathering place for the urban poor

The area around North Nanping Avenue in Yancheng Flower Market District resembles a monster with half of its face painted.

On a night in early summer, there is still a coolness in the air, and the slight heat accumulated during the day quickly dissipates. The illegal roadside barbecue stalls in the western district gradually cease their operations, and the residents seeking relief from the heat have all returned home early. Occasionally, an old streetlight flickers erratically due to unstable voltage, most likely because of the unauthorized electrical connections made by nearby shared rental apartments.

Feidu walked over and said: "Are you looking down on me?"

The shop assistant then realized that although this customer's appearance was quite good, it did not possess the dignified and composed quality; there was a hint of flirtation in her eyes. Her face inexplicably felt a bit warm, and she quickly averted her gaze from the customer, lowering her head to place the order

At this hour, even in the Dong District of Nanping, most shops have closed. The true gentlemen and the pretenders who come to expand their networks and distribute business cards will generally leave before midnight, leaving behind those who are tacitly aware, ready to participate in the upcoming "banquet of wine and meat" segment

Feidu was sound asleep, apparently under the influence of this hypnosis

A group of young rascals gathered together, but left before midnight, making it no different from not having come at all

Oh... the delivery boy lowered his head and scratched the back of his head, "It's nothing, I heard that area seems to be hiring for delivery services."

The delivery boy, caught in a lie, made a face and quickly ran away with his ice water and delivery slip

And in the bustling area just across the street, the nightlife is just beginning

Everyone has a desire for beauty, and the shop assistant couldn't help but glance at him a few more times, trying to gauge the customer's preferences before speaking: "Would you like to switch to sugar-free vanilla?"

The designated driver found himself momentarily dazzled, unable to discern what kind of car it was. He felt a sense of regret for not being able to formulate a suitable retort between "Being wealthy is impressive" and "Those uncultured poor should not drive." Then he heard a "thud" and turned his head to see that the phone, which his employer had been holding loosely in his hand, had fallen.

In the distance, the music from Chengguang Mansion mingled with laughter and noise. Fei Du squinted and turned back to take a look, seeing a group of young ladies playing games with several balding, pot-bellied "senior fresh meat".

Zhang Donglai rolled his eyes at the sky, feeling that the lord was being bewitched by the enchantress, and the nation was on the brink of collapse

The customer smiled at the clerk, perhaps out of politeness, the corners of their eyes subtly curved behind the lenses, and the gentle yet somewhat ambiguous smile instantly pierced through their earlier serious facade.

Even though Zhang Dong considered himself well-informed and experienced, he was still dazzled by this spectacular transformation that occurred right before his eyes

The young chauffeur, lost in thought during the late night, drove steadily along the straight Nanping Avenue, while the car that had just dazzled him with its headlights turned off its lights after they had moved away, silently making a turn and smoothly entering the quiet West District.

Zhang Donglai asked: "Why?"

Zhang Dong looked at his shirt and long hair billowing in the night wind, and aside from the waves, he truly did not perceive any level of sophistication in him. Taking a couple of quick steps to catch up, he said: "You are sick; with the dense forest left aside, you must seek out a tree that is both old and poor..."

In the evening, at a coffee shop located on the street of the East District business area, a staff member who had just finished serving a large group of customers finally seized the opportunity to let out a long sigh. However, before she could manually restore her stiffened facial features to their original position, the small bell hanging on the glass door rang again

Zhang Donglai is engaged in a lively discussion about the harmony of life with a beautiful woman, both of them engrossed in their conversation, seemingly oblivious to their surroundings

Ten minutes later, the designated driver arrived, nervously driving Young Master Fei's flashy little sports car onto Nanping Avenue

"Who dares to belittle you?" Zhang Donglai boldly hooked his arm around Fei Du's shoulder, "I saw your car arrive a long time ago, I've been waiting for you here for half a day, where have you been? And what is this outfit you are wearing, did you just sign a bilateral trade agreement with the President of the United States?"

Feidu put his hands in his pockets and took a few steps forward: "It's agreed, I'm just here to show support today, and I'll leave by twelve o'clock"

Feidu did not even lift his eyelids: "Get lost"

Indeed, it is still a case of being beautiful on the outside but worthless on the inside.

Behind the brightly lit central business district in the East District lies a vast expanse of artificial greenery and landscapes. Walking in for one kilometer, one can catch a glimpse of the ostentatious high-end residences nestled within the landscaped center. They insist on building residences here because "seclusion" itself is not valuable; it is the ability to "find tranquility amidst the hustle and bustle" that holds true worth.

The clerk was somewhat careless, not noticing his own nervous little gestures. While putting a lid on the paper cup, he casually said: "Let me ask someone else for you later—Sir, your drink is hot, be careful."

Feidu plucked a handful of small white flowers from the tree, blew off the dust on them, and slowly chewed them in his mouth. Bored, he flipped open the contact list, his finger hovering over "Officer Tao" for a moment, and suddenly realized it was already quite late, thus he decided against it