[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-i-m-in-a-small-county-and-you-say-i-m-a-big-shot":3,"chapter-i-m-in-a-small-county-and-you-say-i-m-a-big-shot-i-m-in-a-small-county-and-you-say-i-m-a-big-shot-chapter-5":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","I'm in a Small County, and You Say I'm a Big Shot?",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2297416,4494,"Chapter 5: 004 Song Dahai","i-m-in-a-small-county-and-you-say-i-m-a-big-shot-chapter-5",5,"\u003Cp>Try one—the old man’s strawberries are pretty good.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I saw you buy all the strawberries from that old man—you’re really rich,” Fang Qingye said, taking a strawberry and putting it in his mouth; it was indeed sweet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing Fang Qingye say that, Song Dahai laughed: “A basket of strawberries isn’t worth much; I didn’t bother arguing. Besides, the old man doesn’t usually sell here—he grows them himself and brings them to town; it’s not easy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Here, Song Dahai paused. “But if those regular vendors cause trouble, I won’t hold back—don’t underestimate them; they earn more than you do at the bank!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I know—the fruit vendor at the crossroads? I heard he bought apartments in both the city and the county—he’s impressive,” Fang Qingye said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Did you order the dishes?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ordered.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Beer! Why isn’t the beer here? Waiter, bring a case of Dafu!” Song Dahai shouted toward the counter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And bring another empty plate for the strawberries!” Fang Qingye added.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hot pot boiled quickly, and the two ate and chatted as they went.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nansin is in central Jiangsu, where people generally can’t handle spice, but Song Dahai was an exception—he’d spent years in northwest China and his taste had changed completely; now he couldn’t eat without chili.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Smoke?” Song Dahai pulled out a pack of Su cigarettes from his pocket again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You smoke. Don’t worry about me,” Fang Qingye said—he didn’t have a strong habit, only smoked a couple cigarettes now and then after drinking too much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Dahai knew his habit and lit one for himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, a middle-aged man walked in, slicked-back hair, casual clothes, but radiating authority like a big boss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Qingye recognized him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This man was Qian Weimin, boss of Tenglong Industries.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qian Weimin also noticed them—he saw Song Dahai wolfing down food, walked over, and greeted with a smile: “Dahai.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh! Uncle Qian, you’re here for hot pot too?” Song Dahai put down his beer cup and stood up to greet him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A friend from the city got interested in this, so I came to try it,” Qian Weimin replied with a smile, then glanced at Fang Qingye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Eating hot pot with a friend?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yeah, this is my classmate and my best buddy—Fang Qingye, son of Principal Fang from Chengguan Middle School, works at Dongfang Bank,” Song Dahai introduced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing he was from Dongfang Bank, Qian Weimin looked again at Fang Qingye and extended his right hand: “Which department are you in?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I just passed the exam last year—I’m still rotating. Currently in the Credit Department,” Fang Qingye answered honestly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Credit Department? I know your Section Chief Su well—let’s get him out for dinner sometime,” Qian Weimin said as he shook his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you,” Fang Qingye knew it was just polite talk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Asking Su Ming to dinner was plausible—but him? He wasn’t even worth inviting a boss of this caliber.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qian Weimin said a few more words and left; Fang Qingye and Song Dahai continued eating and chatting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dahai, you’re pretty close with Boss Qian—calling him ‘uncle,’” Fang Qingye teased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey, don’t get the wrong idea,” Song Dahai said immediately:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My dad’s in real estate; Qian Weimin’s companies deal in building materials, so we have business ties. In Nansin County, there are only a few big players—we all know each other. Us kids just call them ‘uncle’—that’s all the connection.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No other connection?” Fang Qingye asked, suppressing a grin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“None at all.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I thought you two had rekindled your old flame,” Fang Qingye chuckled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Rekindled? We never had anything!” Song Dahai shot back: “Yezi, don’t ever mention Qian Xiaoli’s name again—if you do, I’ll lose it!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, alright, I won’t say it, won’t say it,” Fang Qingye held back his laugh and raised his beer to drink.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qian Xiaoli was Qian Weimin’s daughter; she’d gone to the same elementary school as Fang Qingye and Song Dahai, but not the same class.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Actually, they hadn’t known each other before—Song Dahai was a troublemaker who liked pulling girls’ pigtails from behind, starting with girls in his own class, then expanding to neighboring classes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once, he got careless and pulled Qian Xiaoli’s hair—and accidentally stirred up a hornet’s nest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back then, Qian Xiaoli was a wild girl; rumor had it she’d even trained in martial arts with her grandfather. She grabbed a broom and chased Song Dahai around the playground for several laps, finally pinning him down, straddling him, and beating him senseless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The whole school erupted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was Song Dahai’s greatest humiliation, leaving a deep shadow—he Congci  avoided Qian Xiaoli at all costs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Years passed; the boys grew up. Song Dahai became tall and sturdy; Qian Xiaoli turned into a graceful young woman, later got into Jinghai Polytechnic University, and after graduation, worked at the County Housing Provident Fund Office—a city-managed unit with excellent benefits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their parents considered a marriage alliance; it was said Qian Xiaoli didn’t refuse—but Song Dahai adamantly opposed it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’d rather stay single my whole life than marry Qian Xiaoli! If you push me, I’ll go become a monk at Dinghui Zen Temple!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing his son so firm, the match was quietly dropped—but his story with Qian Xiaoli was still occasionally teased by friends.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, the jokes had limits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fang Qingye dropped the subject, but Song Dahai suddenly blurted:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You think, with 20 million vanished without a trace, why doesn’t Qian Weimin look worried at all?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How should he look worried? Cry and scream, beat his chest?” Fang Qingye retorted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“At least call the police! Let the public security investigate! Your bank investigating itself? You’ll find nothing!” Song Dahai said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dahai, why are you so sure it’s your bank’s fault? Maybe it’s a self-staged scam! Would he dare call the police?!” Fang Qingye snapped back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh?! You actually think that?” Song Dahai widened his eyes, stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m just guessing… Anyway, what’s it got to do with us? Drink!” Fang Qingye didn’t want to talk about it, but Song Dahai seemed unsatisfied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How isn’t it your business? You’re with Dongfang Bank, aren’t you? And your Senior Xia is your classmate—can you just watch your pretty senior suffer? If I had a pretty senior like that, I’d go all out to help her through trouble!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Dahai grinned, but his expression looked distinctly lewd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Get lost! If you say another word, I’ll call Qian Xiaoli over—you said you don’t have a pretty girl to hang with? I think Qian Xiaoli’s pretty enough!” Fang Qingye made as if to pull out his phone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, alright, I won’t say anything—drink, drink,” Song Dahai quickly raised his cup.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, by the way, Dahai, I need a favor from you,” Fang Qingye suddenly remembered something and said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What is it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lend me 200,000,” Fang Qingye said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“For what? A car?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, I’m planning to trade stocks,” Fang Qingye revealed his purpose.\u003C\u002Fp>",1137,"2026-06-20T05:58:40.725Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","dc5a240ec557a34a3d0140eab4e3d51eb0d00fe8c7257ba694b35d3e5a079c9f","i-m-in-a-small-county-and-you-say-i-m-a-big-shot-chapter-6","i-m-in-a-small-county-and-you-say-i-m-a-big-shot-chapter-4",215,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-a-small-county-and-you-say-i-m-a-big-shot-cover.jpg"]