Good luck in the city

Chapter 129 I Donate 200!
While talking, the two came to the banquet scene.

Yang Wei took a cigarette and glanced at it, "I'm going, it's actually Zhonghua, Yang Fei is really rich, rich!"

"You believe it now!" Hu Peng said.

Smoking the Zhonghua cigarettes he was given, Yang Wei believed it.

What he usually smokes is Double Happiness worth a few dollars, so he can't afford Zhonghua.

You know, a pack of Zhonghua requires at least 128 soft sister coins!

"Hey, please give way!"

The chef passed by the two with a basin full of abalone.

Yang Wei glanced at it inadvertently, and his eyeballs almost popped out, "Damn! There are abalones!"

Hu Peng also saw it, and exclaimed: "His grandma's is really abalone!"

"I've grown so big, I haven't eaten abalone yet!" Yang Wei said.

The guests at the surrounding wine tables also saw the large bowl of abalone being carried by the chef, and stood up one after another.

"What is this, why haven't I seen it before?"

"You bumpkin, this is abalone!"

"Damn it, is this abalone?"

"Isn't abalone very expensive?"

"Of course, abalone is only for sale. The price of an abalone in the county hotel is 288."

"Brilliant!!"

The villagers at the scene have never even seen abalone, let alone eat it.

Immediately, expressions of amazement and envy appeared on everyone's faces.

As soon as Yang Wei found a seat to sit down, he saw a few aunts next to him on the phone.

The voice of an aunt next to him reached his ears, "Girl, don't stay at home, come and eat!"

"Mom, I don't want to go, the food at the banquet is not good!"

"Let me tell you, you will regret it if you don't come, there is abalone in today's banquet!!"

"What? There's abalone?!"

"Really, come here quickly, I'll help you get a good seat..."

Yang Wei found out that those who called were telling their family members to eat abalone.

He wondered if he should call his mother over.

But he just thought about it, with Hu Peng beside him, he couldn't lose face.

"Come on, give way, the wine is served!"

"Damn it! It's Maotai!"

Seeing bottles of Moutai on the table, Hu Peng couldn't help exclaiming.

Hu Peng picked up one of the bottles and looked at the label, which read: "Maotai Feitian 53% 500ml sauce-flavored liquor."

He immediately looked at Yang Wei and asked, "Didn't you sell Moutai before? How much is a bottle of this wine?"

Surprised, Yang Wei held the Moutai and said tremblingly, "Good guy, let me tell you, this hotel sells for more than 2000 yuan!"

"How many?"

"More than 2000 yuan!"

Hu Peng was dumbfounded immediately, and said to himself: "Damn it! One hundred tables is worth one hundred bottles, even if one bottle is 1, it will cost 2000, what the hell!!"

He was really shocked.

To hold a banquet in the countryside, the drinks alone cost 10,000+, which is too extravagant!
Apparently, Yang Wei was also aware of this problem and looked shocked.

"Damn it, Xiao Fei has really made a fortune!"

At the banquet, the guests were all shocked by the configuration of the banquet.

At Yang Fei's house, he, his father Yang Dalin, his second uncle Yang Dahua, and a 70-year-old village chief were sitting and chatting together.

I saw the village chief with a happy face, and kept praising Yang Fei.

"Xiao Fei is a promising kid, and has made a lot of money outside."

Yang Fei smiled without saying a word. He usually seldom speaks when the elders are present.

Later, the village head mentioned intentionally or unintentionally that the village planned to rebuild the ancestral hall.

He said: "Although the Yang family village is not big, as a member of the same clan, it doesn't even have a decent ancestral hall. If this gets out, we descendants will be ashamed..."

Hearing this, Yang Fei understood instantly, so he said, "Village Chief, how much does it cost to build the ancestral hall?"

"If you want to make it better, you need 20..."

"Oh? Let's get the top one, I'll donate 200 million!"

200?
The people in the room, including the village head, Yang Fei's father and second uncle, were all shocked.

"Xiao Fei, did you say that you want to donate 200 million?" The village chief asked in disbelief after all, he was the first to react after being well-informed.

Yang Fei smiled and nodded.

"Cough~" Yang Dalin coughed in the room, and he winked at his son, meaning that it was too much, please donate less.

Yang Fei gave Dad a reassuring smile.

To him, money is just a number.

Donating to build an ancestral hall for the village is an opportunity to improve the face of the family.

When the time comes, when the ancestral hall is built, a stele of merit will be engraved in front, with their family's name and donation amount written on it. This is the most advanced way to show off wealth.

The old village chief was shocked.

He originally thought that if Yang Fei's family could donate [-] to [-] yuan, it would be pretty good.

Unexpectedly, Yang Fei asked for 200 million.

God!
This is too rich!
200 million can build several small western-style buildings in rural areas, which is a lot of money.

Everyone knew before that Yang Fei became rich, why did he become a boss, drive a Ferrari, and smoke ninety-five supreme...

In fact, these are of no concept to the elderly.

And now that the 200 million real gold and silver were taken out, it gave them an idea.

The village head hadn't recovered from the shock, when Yang Lian came in from outside the house and informed everyone that the banquet could begin.

Several people in the room came out.

Outside the house, the villagers came to congratulate Yang Fei and his son one after another.

"Old Yang, congratulations!"

"Xiao Fei, you are getting more and more handsome!"

"Xiao Fei, have you brought your wife back?"

"Gong Xi Fa Cai, Shoubi Nanshan!"

"thanks, thanks!"

Yang Dalin thanked him one after another, today he is radiant, and his spirit has never been so good.

Amid the sound of congratulations, several people sat down at the main table one after another.

"Is this Moutai?" The village chief looked surprised when he saw Moutai on the table. He picked up a bottle and exclaimed, "This is good wine!"

The village chief is a good drinker.

"Village chief, drink two more glasses later!"

As Yang Fei said, he looked towards the entrance of the village.

When he came out of the house just now, he had already looked towards the entrance of the village several times.

There was no sign of Zhao Yaxin.

Yang Fei checked his phone, and the banquet was about to start in half an hour.

Zhao Yaxin didn't show up yet, so he was a little anxious, so he quickly sent her a WeChat message: "Where have you been?"

"I just passed an archway with 'Shima County' written on it." Zhao Yaxin replied to WeChat in seconds.

That's almost there!

Yang Fei was happy, he stood up quickly, and said to his father, "Dad, Yaxin is coming soon, I'll go to the entrance of the village to pick her up."

"Oh, is it coming soon, okay, okay, go!" Yang Dalin was so happy when he heard that his daughter-in-law was coming.

"Cousin, I'll go too." Yang Linlin followed behind Yang Fei.

When Yang Fei passed by several wine tables, he saw Hu Peng and Yang Wei, and stopped in his tracks, "Hu Peng, Xiaowei, you are here!"

"Xiao Fei, long time no see!" Yang Wei stood up and said with a smile, "You can do it, you've made a fortune!"

"Hehe, it's just a meal." Yang Fei smiled and said, "Drink two more glasses, I'm sorry."

"You are busy, you are busy!"

Yang Wei watched Yang Fei leave. This man has money, and his whole mental state is different.

He noticed that Yang Fei had changed a lot, and his speaking temperament was quite different from before.

(End of this chapter)