Chapter Fifty-Nine Face

  Yan Feng said, opening the suitcase, while Yan Bao Long's eyes also showed a hint of a smile, saying: "Gift? Xiao Feng knows to buy gifts for Second Uncle too, hehe."

  Although he hasn't seen what the gift is yet, Yanbaolong was already very excited, while Yanfeng took out that lighter and said: "Here."

  Second Uncle's eyes also flashed with a hint of surprise when he saw the lighter case, saying: "Zhi Bao? This seems to be quite expensive."

  Yanbaolong has been doing some business, recently engaged in the wholesale of small food, from S province capital Tianshang city to purchase a large number of goods, and then send them to nearby villages' small shops, supermarkets and other places, which is considered as transportation, so he comes into contact with many people.

  He had seen a small boss in Tianchang City use this lighter when he was shopping, and Yanbaolong thought it was very cool at the time. Most smokers want to have a lighter that they are very satisfied with, so he planned to buy one after a while. Unexpectedly, his nephew actually bought it for him, and Yanbaolong was naturally very satisfied.

  He opened the box, and Yanbaolong took out a lighter from inside. He then pulled out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it with the lighter, and took a deep drag. A look of intoxication appeared on his face.

  He puffed out a smoke ring and said, "Xiao Feng, your gift is great, but it's a bit expensive. This lighter must have cost at least 200 yuan. Don't waste money next time, you've just started working and there are many places to spend money in the future."

  Although he said so, the expression on Yanbaolong's face clearly expressed his joy. Yanfeng nodded after hearing it, but didn't dare to say the real price of the lighter, two hundred yuan wasn't even enough for a tip...

  At this time, the sound of a car was heard, and then a van entered the yard. Yanbaolong said: "Xiaofeng, go see your grandma, someone has delivered goods."

  Yan Feng listened, nodded, and immediately left the middle hall to go upstairs. Yan Feng knew why his second uncle had sent him away. These delivery people basically all brought their own porters, but if they saw a young laborer like Yan Feng, it would be hard for Yan Bao Long to refuse if they asked for help.

  In fact, Yan Feng is the darling of the whole family and basically doesn't need to do anything. How could Yan Bao Long let these people order Yan Feng around? So he sent Yan Feng away in advance. As for Yan Bao Shan, this consumer, naturally wouldn't use him either.

  Yan Feng arrived at the upstairs house. Grandma was half-reclining on the bed, watching TV. Yan Feng pushed open the door and said, "Grandma, I'm back!"

  Grandma He Qing heard Yan Feng's voice, looked up and saw him, and was also very happy, saying: "Xiao Feng, you're back!"

  Yan Feng nodded and pulled over his suitcase, then sat down on the bed, saying: "Yeah, I even got you a gift this time."

  He Qing listened and said: "Gift? Come, grandma take a look."

  Yan Feng took out the massage pad and foot massager from his luggage, while Yan Feng opened the box and said: "This is a massage pad for massaging the waist and back, and this foot massager is also for massaging the foot meridians."

  He Qing listened and looked around, saying: "This must have cost a lot of money, right?"

  Yan Feng listened and said: "I've already worked for it, this was bought with company bonus."

  He Qing nodded and said: "Good, good, Xiao Feng has also made progress. Your grandfather will be very happy when he knows."

  Yan Feng listened, nodded slightly, but fell silent. He Qing saw this and also let out a soft sigh. Grandfather had passed away, and Grandma was the most heartbroken one, but she was old and had a more open-minded view of life. On the other hand, Yan Feng still couldn't come to terms with it even now, and often had some thoughts on his mind. The room fell silent, with only the sound of the TV continuing.

  At this moment, Yanbaolong was talking with the winery staff who brought the wine. In such a setting, cigarettes were inevitable.

  Yan Bao Long had just taken out his own cigarettes when the person in charge said, "Smoke mine instead."

  He said that, took out a box of soft Chinese cigarettes from his body, and pulled out two from inside. One he held himself, the other was stuffed into Yanbaolong.

  Then the man took out a Zippo lighter and said, "At our age, we should start enjoying ourselves while we can still make money. If we wait until we're old, even if our children are filial, we'll have nothing to worry about when it comes to food and drink. But if they're not filial, even eating will be a problem. This lighter cost me 800 yuan, and I felt a bit painful when I bought it, but after using it, I realized it's absolutely worth the price. Do you want to try it?"

  Yan Bao Long listened, was stunned for a moment, then took out his own and said: "I also have one, but this is what I bought for myself, probably two or three hundred yuan, can't be compared with yours."

  Yanbaolong said, lighting a cigarette, and the person in charge also flashed a strange color in his eyes. He was originally going to show off, but he didn't expect that even in this small village, someone would use Zhibao's, and looking at Yanbaolong's hand, it seemed more powerful and domineering than his own.

  He immediately noticed the convex wolf howl on the lighter and exclaimed, "It's actually this model! Old Yang, you said it was two or three hundred?"

  Yan Bao Long listened and said: "What's wrong with that?" "I saw this style when I bought it, two hundred is not even enough for a tip, at least it should be one thousand five!"

  "What? Fifteen hundred?"

  Yanbaolong was surprised and said, "Although I'm surprised, neither Yanbaoshan nor the person in charge ever suspected that this lighter was fake. Of course, Yanbaolong believed him, thinking that his nephew wouldn't buy a fake one for himself. A lighter is something that's supposed to look good and be impressive, how could he possibly give himself a fake one?"

  The person in charge looked at the lighter's appearance and the stability of the flame, and knew that it was absolutely not a fake. The person in charge nodded and said, "That's right, what does your nephew do? He should be doing very well, shouldn't he?"

  "I'm currently a senior, but I've already found a job, apparently it's at Longhu Group."

  The person in charge listened and said, "Longhu Group? That's a very famous company in C City. No wonder, our boss's brother-in-law is a designer at Longhu Group, often hears the boss say that his brother-in-law sits in the office, relaxed and easy, earns 200,000 yuan a year, not counting bonuses."

  We work hard all year round and only earn 500,000 to 600,000 yuan. People who hold pens are different, by the way, what does your nephew do in Longhu Group?

  Yan Bao Long listened and was stunned for a moment, saying: "Designer."

  He only knew that his nephew had found a job, but he didn't ask in detail. He didn't expect his nephew to find such a good job, with an annual salary of 2 million yuan. If Yanbaolong knew that his nephew was already a shareholder of a subsidiary company, he wondered what kind of surprise it would be.

  The person in charge heard Yan Bao Long's words and nodded, "That's not surprising, getting close to 20,000 yuan a month, buying a 2,000-yuan lighter is nothing."

  The person in charge couldn't help but feel a little envious, having such a nephew and being so close to him - what would he have to worry about in the future?