After everyone dispersed,
it didn't take long
before they unexpectedly ran into each other again at Qin Feng's doorstep.
Every single person who had earlier questioned Qin Feng was there—not a single one missing—and not one of them came empty-handed. Some were carrying dishes, while others brought alcohol.
The one with the most in hand was Qin Guangyuan.
Those who had previously voiced doubts about Qin Feng were now blushing, their faces burning with embarrassment.
And the one whose face was burning the brightest was none other than Qin Guangyuan.
Those who had earlier expressed trust in Qin Feng were now looking at them with expressions that said, "So this is what you're really like?"
Good grief, who knew you all had so many tricks up your sleeves?
You claimed Qin Feng's way of making money must be illegal, but the moment you turned around, you went home to grab fine wine and delicious dishes to bring over, huh?
Especially you, Qin Guangyuan—
I mean, you're Qin Feng's uncle! How could you say such things?
Turns out those words were just for our ears, right? You wanted us to back off so you could have it all to yourself, is that it?
Ahem, since everyone's here, shall we go in together?
Qin Guangyuan coughed awkwardly twice, breaking the uncomfortable silence.
Secretly, he regretted not having cooked one less dish.
If it weren't for that, given how close his house was to Qin Feng's, he would've definitely arrived before the others. Then they wouldn't have had to face this awkward encounter!
…
In the main hall of Qin Feng's house,
Qin Guangzhi and Li Fengxia had already prepared all the dishes.
Looking at the spread on the table and then glancing toward the door, Qin Guangzhi asked doubtfully,
"Are you sure anyone will actually come?"
"If no one shows up, we'll be eating leftovers for the next two days."
Qin Feng replied calmly,
"Don't worry, they'll definitely come!"
No sooner had he spoken than a clamor of voices arose from outside:
"Guangzhi, look what I brought—I brought my jar of daughter's wedding wine!"
"Sis, set an extra pair of chopsticks for me! Don't worry, I brought dishes—there'll be plenty for everyone."
"Guangzhi, I…"
Qin Feng shrugged, his expression clearly saying, "See? I told you so!"
Qin Guangzhi didn't bother to respond to Feng Qin's smugness and quickly rose to greet the guests.
At the sight of the visitors outside, his heart skipped a beat.
He hadn't expected such a crowd—hadn't nearly everyone from earlier shown up?
In a fluster, he and Li Fengxia hurriedly pulled out tables and stools, barely managing to seat everyone.
Though the seating was cramped, no one seemed to mind.
After all, their purpose for coming had nothing to do with the meal.
"Come on, Guangzhi, I'll bet you've been craving this jar of Nü'er Hong for ages," Qin Guangliang said cheerfully.
"I've always been reluctant to open it, but with Feng Qin back today, it's a happy occasion—so I brought it over to share!"
He uncorked the jar, and the rich aroma of wine filled the air.
Everyone present silently cursed Qin Guangliang for his extravagance—he'd actually brought out this jar he'd been aging for over a decade.
Clearly, he was determined to learn Feng Qin's money-making secret!
As the meal got underway and drinks began to flow, conversation gradually picked up.
Of course, no one jumped straight to asking Feng Qin about his "simple, legal, and quick" way to make money.
Instead, they started by reminiscing and appealing to old ties.
For instance, Qin Guangyuan brought up Feng Qin's childhood, recalling how he'd fallen out of a tree while trying to rob a bird's nest at eight years old—and how Qin Guangyuan had rushed him to the hospital.
Qin Guangliang chimed in, too, joking about how Feng Qin had always been a glutton as a child, often stopping by his house for treats.
Essentially, they were all highlighting past kindnesses to pave the way for the request to come.
Feng Qin saw right through it but played along, waiting for them to broach the subject—exactly what he wanted.
After much small talk, someone finally took the plunge.
Qin Guangyuan, wearing a troubled expression, sighed and said,
"Ah, Feng Qin, you're a college-educated man, someone with knowledge.
But me? I barely went to school, never learned a proper trade—all I can do is grueling manual labor on construction sites to scrape by.
Not long ago, I threw out my back and haven't been able to work since. Worse yet, the doctor says I can't do heavy labor anymore.
But my whole family depends on me! If I can't do hard work, how will they survive?
My younger son, your cousin Qin Yupeng, is about to start college this year. I don't even know how I'll cover his tuition and living expenses."
Then, turning to Feng Qin with a hopeful, almost pleading look, he asked,
"Feng Qin, is it really true—that simple, easy, and legal way to make money you mentioned?"
"Uncle, can you show me how to make money like you do too?"
In an instant,
the more than twenty people crowded around the table fell completely silent.
Everyone turned their gaze to Qin Feng, their eyes filled with anticipation as they waited for his response.
Without hesitation, Qin Feng replied:
"It's simple, and it's not illegal—it's all true."
"And it's even easier than you could ever imagine."
"The amount of money you can make is also beyond your imagination."
"For example, you all know about my Mercedes, right? I bought it for over a million."
"Every cent for that car was earned using that method."
"And not just that—I still have plenty left over!"
As soon as these words were spoken,
everyone in the room suddenly held their breath, their eyes wide with shock.
Qin Feng's money-making method is this incredible?!
It can actually make that much money?
Then,
their hearts burned with excitement, and the way they looked at Qin Feng completely changed!
They held their breath, waiting for him to continue.
However,
Qin Feng put on a troubled expression:
"But…"
After a long while with no follow-up from Qin Feng,
someone anxiously spoke up:
"Qin Feng, how about this—if you show us how to make money this way, we'll give you a cut of the profits. How does that sound?"
The suggestion was met with agreement from everyone, and they chimed in:
"Exactly, exactly! I'll give you 30% of my net earnings, alright?!"
"Never mind 30%—if you show us how to make money like this, I'd even be willing to give you 40%!"
"Qin Feng, if you have a way to make money, please help us out. You know how poor our village has always been. Now that you have this method of making money through 'information asymmetry,' please lead us to earn some money too!"
"Or are you going to say that this method isn't actually that simple or effortless?"
"It doesn't matter! Even if it's not simple or effortless, it's fine. We farmers aren't afraid of hard work. Just lead us to make money—that's all we ask!"
"To be honest, none of us are afraid of hardship or exhaustion—what we truly fear is poverty!"
Just as this person said, the village where Qin Feng lived was indeed poor. Most of the older generation in the village made a living by farming or doing manual labor, while the majority of the younger generation worked as migrant laborers in other places.
So, when they learned that Qin Feng had a way to make good money, they were all eager to get involved.
Qin Feng shook his head:
"No, no."
"I'm not trying to take a cut from your earnings."
"And this method is actually very simple—it's neither hard nor tiring."
"It's just..."
Qin Feng continued to pretend to be hesitant.
This made everyone extremely anxious.
"Come on, Qin Feng, just say what's on your mind."
"You're really testing our patience like this."
"It's fine—even if you don't want to include us in this money-making opportunity, we won't blame you."
"If you don't agree, you can just refuse us outright. But the way you're acting now is really unsettling—it's making us all uneasy."
Qin Feng, as if having made a difficult decision, finally spoke:
"Uncles, aunts, elders..."
"It's not that I can't tell you about this money-making method. It's just that, although it's not illegal, it's not exactly proper either."