Chapter 413: with translation of chapter title

Why do they keep piling food onto Ye Cheng's plate, still wearing a smile, as if their own family were begging him?

My parents are just like that—they've never seen the outside world; no, I have to let them know about my business.

He put down his wine cup, looked at his parents and said, "Mom, Dad, actually I'm also doing business out there now; I came back this time precisely so we could all go into business together."

Hearing her son say he was in business, Qian Shen's face showed astonishment,

"Ah, you were doing just fine at the factory before—why did you quit?"

Upon hearing mention of the factory, He Feiyang immediately said with disdain,

"Mom, what future is there in the factory? Spending every day on an assembly line is hopeless; I've met a few buddies and we've gone into business together."

Hearing He Feiyang say he was in business, Ye Cheng raised his head to look at him, surprised he actually had some brains—sure enough, the assembly-line factory had no future; if there was business to be done, even opening a small shop would be good.

"Oh my, then Feiyang is the boss now."

"That's right; otherwise how could he wear a suit?"

Several women began to praise him, leaving He Feiyang with a proud smile.

"Feiyang, you're in business now—what line of work is it?" Duan Chunsheng asked, intrigued.

Upon finally hearing someone ask about his business, He Feiyang sprang to his feet,

"Uncle Duan, I'll go get our product to show you—it's high-end and very profitable."

His words lifted everyone's spirits; they put down their chopsticks and watched him, curious what he would produce.

Of course, Xiao Wei was still there wildly stuffing meat—this kid, though small in stature, had an appetite that was anything but small.

He Feiyang turned and went into the house, taking out an exquisite packaging box, holding it in his hands—slightly smaller and thicker than a computer case, with some English letters on it, looking quite upscale.

He placed the box solemnly on the table and said proudly,

"Guess what this is? It's an imported foreign product."

Nobody could read the English, but fortunately a few large Chinese characters were written on it: 'Paisi', plus a picture that looked like a massager of some sort.

Everyone squinted at it, then started shaking their heads,

"We can't understand this English—what is this thing?"

Ye Cheng, however, found it increasingly familiar, just couldn't recall it at the moment.

Seeing the group's rustic looks, He Feiyang felt quite pleased, and he affected an air of mystery as he said,

"This was developed by scientists in the beautiful country—it's the latest high-tech product."

Hearing 'beautiful country' and 'high-tech', everyone's eyes lit up instantly.

Zhang Guafu asked timidly,

"Feiyang, what exactly is this thing for?"

Someone played the straight man, making He Feiyang feel at ease; he looked at Zhang Guafu and said,

"Aunt Zhang, this is a foot-massage device; it can massage the soles of your feet, making your body healthier and even prolonging life."

"What? Foot massage?" Everyone looked puzzled, "Isn't that just rubbing the feet? This thing, no matter how you press it, is basically the same."

"Then you just don't understand." He Feiyang raised an eyebrow, smug, "Our ordinary massage is done by hand; theirs uses electric waves, which are very beneficial to the human body."

"They've run experiments abroad; using this basically keeps you from getting sick, and elders who use it find their legs and feet nimble."

Hearing He Feiyang's mystical claims, everyone grew a bit doubtful—after all, it wasn't the old society anymore; they had some knowledge.

Seeing their expressions, He Feiyang wasn't surprised; he continued,

"Guess how much this thing costs?"

"Two hundred?" Zhang Guafu boldly held up two fingers, thinking that was about its worth, especially since it had English letters on it.

Hearing the price of two hundred, He Feiyang pursed his lips and then said with contempt,

"Aunt, this is the latest technology—technology! How could it be two hundred? This thing costs four thousand per unit."

"How much?" This price startled everyone present.

Ye Cheng furrowed his brows; if he wasn't mistaken, this damned thing was just a foot basin with a massage function, plus a few settings.

This junk would sell for just over a hundred in later days; how could it go for four thousand now?

Four thousand could buy two square meters of housing.

"Feiyang, really four thousand?" Qian Shen's voice began to tremble.

Spending four thousand dollars on this so-called tech gadget truly pained her.

Before Ye Cheng went out to sea with them, their family earned only a thousand or so a month; saving four thousand would take more than half a year.

His son went ahead and bought it—what's the point of longevity and health when the money's gone?

Xiao Hu had already taken a dislike to this stuff; he muttered,

"Feiyang, you wouldn't have been scammed, would you?"

He Feiyang had been feeling proud, but hearing Xiao Hu's words his face darkened; he looked at Xiao Hu rudely and said,

"You don't know jack, spending all day fishing in the village—what do you know about technology?"

Xiao Hu wasn't about to take that; upon being cursed by He Feiyang he exploded, slammed the table, stood up, and shouted,

"Fuck! Who the hell are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about you—you think being a tough guy in the village is enough? Out there you're nothing."

He Feiyang now isn't afraid of Xiao Hu at all; he considers himself someone who's seen the world, and he and Xiao Hu are not in the same league.

The atmosphere at the table tensed instantly; Xiao Hu wanted to go on, but Ye Cheng spoke softly,

"Xiao Hu, eat your rice."

Xiao Hu glanced at Ye Cheng, who was still shoveling rice into his mouth, not even lifting his head.

He could only resentfully sit back down.

Ye Cheng was also annoyed inside, but this was Qian Shen's home, so he had to give her some face.

"Hurry up and sit down, this kid—coming back, how come you have such a big temper?" Qian Shen hastily pulled He Feiyang to sit down.

He Feiyang snorted, shook himself, and sat down.

It being someone else's son, the others also couldn't say anything, so they could only eat in silence in this awkward atmosphere.

The others were fine eating, but Qian Shen felt uneasy inside.

She feared Ye Cheng would hold a grudge, and if that jeopardized the good job she had struggled to obtain, it would be trouble.

"Old He, let's together raise a cup to A Cheng—we've really relied on his care these days." Qian Shen touched Old He's hand.

Old He, though simple-minded, wasn't stupid either; he immediately filled the wine cup, then stood up together with Qian Shen.

"A Cheng, I and your aunt raise a cup to you—thank you."

Ye Cheng, seeing them like that, hurriedly also stood up.

"Uncle, aunt, we're all family—no need for formal toasts; sit down and eat slowly."

He didn't like He Feiyang, but Qian Shen and her husband had also helped him a lot, and his relationship with the older brother and sister-in-law was also good; he couldn't let one He Feiyang ruin everyone's relations, could he?