Reaching the age of thirty, my income randomly doubled

He now simply had a bit too much money and was just reasonably arranging his living environment.

When his wife and child came over, they would move into that spacious flat.

1.2 billion isn't a lot, it only spent 17 "small goals."

He still had 21 "small goals" left, flying to Capital City to discuss with his wife how to spend it.

Blue sky, white clouds, the airplane soared straight into the heavens.

Chen Pingsheng covered his eyes with a small cloth, lying comfortably in first class.

It was only when the plane experienced some turbulence at ten thousand meters high that he sat up.

The stewardess serving first class was about twenty-four or twenty-five years old.

She was quite pretty, with a lovely voice.

"Sir, this is a special little gift we have prepared for you."

Chen Pingsheng had thought that with his charm, he could turn heads and attract the pretty young stewardess.

But since everyone got one, that was kind of boring.

If your kindness isn't unique to me, then I'd rather not have it.

Where did he see that line yesterday?

He couldn't remember.

But the surprise came when the person sitting next to him also wore an eye mask.

He hadn't paid much attention before, but now when she took off her eye mask, she bloomed like a flower, exuding a charming presence.

Her long hair fell like silk over her shoulders, lightly covering her fair skin.

Her delicate features resembled a masterpiece by a sculptor, her eyes conveying tenderness and vivacity.

"Liu Yifei?"

Who's calling me?

Liu Yifei had intended to sleep on the flight and then head straight to her destination.

Alas, she had slept too soundly the day before, and now she couldn't sleep at all.

She turned her head and saw Chen Pingsheng, vaguely familiar but not prominently so.

It seemed she had seen him somewhere before.

"Do you still recognize me? Last time I also asked for your autograph here."

"Oh, it's you. I can't remember."

If she couldn't remember, then she couldn't remember. She wasn't one to lie.

Chen Pingsheng was only slightly embarrassed for a moment, thinking that encountering the Fairy on a plane twice was simply a matter of good luck.

"Would you like another autograph?" Liu Yifei asked him.

"Is that possible?"

"Of course."

Liu Yifei reached out, her pale and slightly long eyelashes enchanting.

Liu Yifei held a unique place in the entertainment industry, not least because she had devoted herself to cinema for years.

And she had toiled for a decade.

Otherwise, who knows what achievements she could have had on television.

After writing an attractive stage name, Liu Yifei tried to force herself to sleep again.

Chen Pingsheng didn't want to disturb her. He had asked for her autograph out of youthful fondness.

Now, well, it was nice just to watch quietly.

Capital City was, as always, understated and full of ancient charm.

With the spoiled brat now at school, the house was less lively.

But with Chen Qi's wedding approaching, many relatives had come from the old home.

Weddings and funerals have always been major life events since ancient times.

And hers was no exception, with her father Chen Jianjun arriving in Capital City on the twelfth.

Accompanying him were grandparents, the second uncle, the third uncle, and Little Third's family, among others.

Almost the whole family had come out, which was rare for such a lively occasion.

The big Siheyuan couldn't accommodate everyone.

After the grandparents and his dad moved in, the others all stayed in hotels.

His dad was now the village chief back in the rural hometown, and if it weren't for his daughter's wedding, he wouldn't have made the trip.

Life back home was quite comfortable, only getting a bit busier after becoming the village chief.

Every day there seemed to be endless trifles to deal with.

Chen Jianjun was quite content with his position, savoring the thrill of being a small official as he neared sixty.

As for the grandparents, their visit was to wander around Capital City and see more.

The older generation had special feelings for this place.

Especially when the red flag was raised, tears welled up in my eyes.

Chen Pingsheng took them around for a look, because the prosperity of Capital City was nothing like home.

Watching his own grandson owning a skyscraper here filled him with such pride that it nearly spilled out of the screen.

Chen Pingsheng told him that it wasn't just in Capital City.

He'd also just spent 1.6 billion on an even taller building in Magic City and more than a hundred million on a large flat that no one lived in.

The grandparents could visit there anytime they wanted in the future.

As long as you have money, where isn't a good place?

He now considered himself a small boss with a foot in both Capital City and Magic City.

In just two days, he managed to give these old family members a true glimpse of the world.

No wonder Peng Ying, after staying here for a while, didn't even mention going back anymore.

With such conditions, who would want to go back to live in a rural old home?

Wouldn't that just be asking for trouble?

Only after third aunt and uncle's visit did they truly understand the kind of life Chen Pingsheng, known as the richest man in Wangcai Village back home, was living in Capital City.

It was simply outrageous.

Going out meant riding in cars worth more than ten million, choosing between convertibles or starlight roofs at will.

There were also two low-lying sports cars parked there, one worth half a billion and the other thirty million.

The supermarket where you go shopping for groceries was his.

The restaurant where you eat was also his.

Even the fruits were from his own home.

Such exaggeration was simply unimaginable.

Naturally, Chen Pingsheng couldn't personally take them out every day, but thankfully he had a security affairs team, and these folks could also double as drivers.

He himself preferred the teahouse, to spend more time chatting with the grandparents.

Now in their seventies or eighties, and not knowing how many years they had left, it was the wise thing to cherish the present.

"Pingsheng, this tea is quite good; tell me where you got it so I can take some back with me," third aunt said.

She had brought along Chen Bufan and his wife.

Aside from having the intelligence of a ten-year-old, Chen Bufan was otherwise quite normal.

As for his wife, she came from a very poor family and had married him for that reason.

One could only pity the woman.

She spoke very little and was curious about everything on her first visit to Capital City.

She couldn't understand how some people could live in such nice houses.

"I have it; you can just take some when you go back," he replied.

"That won't be right, I should buy it myself," she protested.

"What are you buying for? Just drink it and be done with it; you still thinking of taking it home?"

The grandfather glared at her, and immediately she fell silent. Tea worth a million per kilo, taken to the countryside to drink?

Like watering cattle!

Chen Pingsheng, on the other hand, found it quite amusing. His second uncle and third uncle's family used to live together with the grandparents.

Five or six families packed into one big house.

Two married sons and one divorced aunt.

Daily necessities like firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, and tea became a daily mental calculus.

Everyone feared others getting a bit more than their share and worried about getting less themselves.

This mentality probably only comes from living in a large family under one roof.

Now, it was different; he funded the construction of five connected villas for his family at the same time.

After all, how much could building a big house in the countryside cost?

With that, the grandparents and everyone else were able to live separately, bringing harmony to the whole family.

Yet, old habits persisted, and third aunt especially loved to take advantage of small things.

She wanted to take home everything she saw.

Her saying she wanted to buy was clearly just politeness.

With things worth four billion in the yard, what could she possibly use to buy them?

Even the little teacups used for drinking were part of a set of famous cups from the end of the Qing Dynasty, bought by his wife for over three million.

Used to entertain guests normally.

The grandfather was old but sharp, spotting her little schemes in an instant.

And he exposed her on the spot.

Third aunt was obviously used to it, not the least bit embarrassed.