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Chapter 26-30

Chapter 26: The Vicissitudes of Life

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The sun was setting after Tang Hao had dinner with Elder Ma and Old Master Zheng.

Tang Hao rode on his little three-wheeled motorcycle and returned to Tang Village.

The evening breeze was cool. Street lights shimmered on both sides of the street, and it was easy for one to be lost in the moment.

Tang Hao's heart was in the clouds. He had earned eight million yuan in an afternoon. He felt the incident was like a dream.

Two out of the eight million yuan was won from the bets with Bucktooth Zhou. The other six million was from selling the Warring States period terracotta statue. He briefly counted and found that he had about eight million and seven hundred thousand yuan in his bank account.

Just half a month ago, when he left the hospital, he only had five hundred.

He reflected fondly upon the events that transpired in the past half a month.

His life had undergone a complete transformation. Not only had he earned so much money, but he had also made friends with people like President Biao and President Liu.

Of course, there was also Sis Xiangyi.

His heart pumped a little faster when he thought of her.

1'Things will only be better from now on!' Tang Hao thought to himself.

At this moment, he was confident about his future.

After a half-hour journey, he returned to Tang Village. He was met with many people at the entrance of the village. They all crowded around and greeted Tang Hao enthusiastically when they saw him.

"Oh, Lil Hao is back!"

"Have you had dinner, Lil Hao?"

Tang Hao smiled and waved his hands. "I've had my dinner earlier!" He replied.

As he rode on his way back home, people came out of their houses to look.

"Lil Hao is back!"

"You've gone and made a name for yourself, Lil Hao! You know so many big bosses and are even brothers with them. You've struck a gold mine!"

"Isn't that so! I've heard that Lil Hao is rich now. He has a few million yuan in his bank account!"

"Wow, a few million? That means he's a millionaire! I wonder how many years I will have to work to earn that much money? Oh, math confuses me!"

Tang Hao's cheeks felt stiff from smiling. He did not know how to react to all the adulation.

He did not have a few million yuan in his account that morning. It was only eight hundred thousand. As the story evolved through the day, it had become a few million.

He was indifferent toward the hospitality displayed by his fellow villagers.

Tang Hao had been living in poverty since he was born, and he was used to surviving the vicissitudes of life and the fickleness of human relationships. When he was just a poor kid with not a penny to his name, no one treated him like how they treated him now. Many of them simply ignored him.

Just that morning when the police officers came looking for trouble, many people were mocking him behind his back. Their attitudes toward him changed only after they knew that he was rich.