Chapter 557: What's the flex?

Balance:.

Fu Yongning's wife pointed with her finger and counted carefully.

It was definitely over forty thousand.

The woman stammered, shouting: "This this this this this..."

Fu Yongning pulled up the account message and said: "I told you before, I'm now working offshore with my uncle's boss."

"One offshore trip and I brought back this much money."

"To be honest, it's indeed a bit much."

His wife shook her head: "Impossible, you're trying to fool a ghost."

"You've only been offshore for three days total—how could you earn over thirty thousand?"

"Fu Yongning, tell me the truth!"

By the end, her daughter's voice was trembling with tears—not because she didn't dare believe, not because she was timid, but because it was simply too frightening.

Earn over ten thousand a day?

How could there be such a job? Even if there were, it would definitely be illegal!

Fu Yongning laughed and cried at the same time.

He quickly called Lao Fu Tou on his phone, saying his wife didn't believe he'd earned that much money, and asked Lao Fu Tou to help explain.

Lao Fu Tou explained the situation.

After listening to Lao Fu Tou finish, his wife finally believed: "Good heavens."

"Uncle, you're amazing—actually managed to find such a great boss."

"If I'd known you'd make that much money on this trip, when you came over for a meal today, I should have stewed a chicken."

Lao Fu Tou smiled: "Then let's stew it tomorrow."

Fu Yongning and his wife were doing well; whenever they made something tasty at home, they remembered to send some to this uncle of theirs.

The woman kept agreeing.

Her man earned that much money—let alone for herself, even if it's as the internet says, stewing one chicken and throwing away another, aside from being a bit wasteful, it's not impossible.

He hung up the phone.

The woman wiped her face, though tears still lingered, but she couldn't hold back her smile, laughing while wiping her eyes.

Fu Yongning lit a cigarette with a satisfied smile and said: "If the weather's good, I could easily earn six figures this month."

"This year, I might even make several hundred thousand!"

"Tsk tsk, too bad Heaven isn't cooperating, and I don't know when the weather will improve."

The woman snapped back to reality and suddenly gave him a few punches with a "bang bang bang."

"Are you crazy with joy?"

"Your boss gave you all that money, so why are you still catching your own fish on the boat and bringing it all home?"

"I did that during my break; I'm supposed to bring home what I catch."

"You earn over ten thousand a day, but a day only has how many hours? Your life—every minute and second you sell to them—isn't a loss!" The woman pointed at his head and said: "If you don't rest during your break, will you still be able to work properly when it's time to work?"

"I definitely won't delay the work."

"With such a good job, you'd better hold onto it and not play tricks."

"Okay, okay, I'll listen to you."

"That's about right—should we go buy our son a study desk tomorrow?"

"Whether we're buying for the son or for you, we'll buy."

"I don't need it."

"This face also needs some care."

"What, you believe me now, this yellow-faced woman?"

"Not at all—I just want to spend money on you."

"That's about right—you haven't bought new clothes in years; tomorrow I'll get you two proper outfits."

"Fine, fine, fine."

Before, Fu Yongning would definitely have shaken his head, unwilling to say his clothes were still wearable, saying he could wear them another year.

But now.

It seems there's really no need to be so thrifty anymore.

……

On the other side.

The Fan clan brothers couldn't sleep late at night, took out the fireworks they'd bought for New Year but hadn't dared to set off, ran to the gate and lit them.

The fireworks were brilliant.

But few people were awake to admire them at that late hour; those who were asleep were startled awake, finding it unusually noisy.

"Brother, the fireworks are really pretty; let's buy more for next New Year."

"Okay, buy them; let's set them off properly for this New Year."

"Hehe."

"Hehehe."

……

The next morning.

Wu An got up and didn't check his phone; since he wasn't going offshore anyway, he was too lazy to watch the time.

After thinking, there was nothing special to do that day, so he just spent it as leisurely as he liked.

Father and older brother aren't home; they both went to work.

Wu An had eaten, went to the dock for a walk, the rain stopped, but it remained overcast.

The wind and waves were still there, showing no sign of weakening.

The convenience store had plenty of people.

Wu An also went over to join the fun; he just wanted to hear some gossip, but ended up being pushed into the center spot.

No way.

His status and position were there; nobody dared not to give him face.

But today's topic wasn't about him.

It was Shen Nan.

"Shen Nan had a girlfriend, she was decent-looking, and he said men should settle down before starting a career."

The speaker was Duan Dajie, that teasing little tune was spot on.

Wu An listened for a while, found it boring, was about to leave when Lao Jiang called him inside.

He said mysteriously: "I heard Shen Nan's girlfriend knows you; could she be your former..."

Wu An shook his head: "What are you thinking about?"

I only ever had one.

They've all gone far away already.

Lao Jiang nodded: "You're impressive, foresighted, you got rid of them ahead of time."

Wu An: "Get lost, what nonsense."

If you can't chat, then don't.

Lao Jiang shouted: "I'm praising you for being impressive."

Wu An walked away without looking back, giving the middle finger.

He returned home.

Then he realized he hadn't touched his phone; picking it up, he saw many calls and messages, all from Liang Rong.

He called back.

"A An, what's going on? I've already sent people to your village to find you."

"I haven't been using my phone," Wu An said, speechless. "I know you're anxious, but there's no need to be this frantic."

With you acting like this, not charging a high price would already be fair to your enthusiasm.

"You're home, right?"

"Yes, did you really send someone over?"

"Don't misunderstand, I had no other intention; I originally planned to come find you myself, but seeing your breakfast was good, I sat down and had a bite."

"Fine, I'll give you the exact location; have your people come."

He made a call, walked to the doorstep and greeted Lao Meng; Lao Meng was smoking, drinking tea, listening to a little tune, looking extremely leisurely.

He sat down and poured himself a cup of tea.

"Uncle, my friend arranged someone to pick me up and take me to town; I'll sit and wait."

He waited a good while.

He drank half the pot of tea.

Lao Meng's look at him was off.

Wu An said irritably: "Uncle, I'm not that kind of person; if I wanted to mooch your tea, I'd never hide it."

"Someone really came to pick me up."

"It's just too slow; if I'd known, I'd have driven straight to town."

He was complaining.

A Rolls-Royce turned out of the alley entrance and then pulled up to the doorway.

A burly man in black clothing stepped out of the car, wearing white gloves.

Damn.

Everyone saw Wu An and was stunned.

Was this a drama come to life?

Turns out short dramas aren't just cringe acting; this really happens in real life...

"Young Master Wu, hello."

"I'm the bodyguard of the Third Young Master; you can call me A Qin."

Wu An stood up and greeted.

Take a look.

This is the swagger of a wealthy young master.

He was still dazed when a noisy sound came from the alley entrance; it was the villagers who had seen the Rolls-Royce and followed along.