Chapter 100

"Jing, where are you going?" In the evening, after Su Jing had fed the pets like Tengteng, the golden eagle, and the fighting wolf, he took a shower, changed into a suit, brought some gifts, and drove a Porsche to Teacher He's house to attend a birthday banquet. Before he could leave the village, he encountered the village chief Su Chaoqun, Su Zhenhong, Su Zhenying, and others.

"I'm going to attend a teacher's birthday banquet," Su Jing stopped the car and said.

"Then you won't attend the meeting?" Su Chaoqun frowned slightly. The village meeting was mainly to raise funds to build the village ancestral hall. Su Jing had been very successful recently, and everyone knew he had made a lot of money. Although the villagers were quite simple and most people admired him without jealousy, if Su Jing was indifferent to the construction of the ancestral hall and did not contribute, it would definitely cause gossip.

"I'll tell Jing about the meeting content later," Su Zhenhong spoke up for Su Jing.

"Village chief, Uncle, I know what the meeting is about. The ancestral hall almost hosts a celebration every year and is the most important public place in our village. However, due to lack of maintenance, it has become more dilapidated each year. It indeed needs to be rebuilt. No matter what the final discussion is, this is my contribution," Su Jing said, got out of the car, and handed a card to Su Chaoqun, "The password is 123456."

"Hehe, it's good to have a heart," Su Chaoqun finally smiled. He had high hopes for Su Jing and naturally did not want Su Jing to succeed but forget the countryside. Instead, he hoped that Su Jing would, while prospering himself, give back to the countryside, ideally leading the villagers to prosperity together.

"Then I'll go first," Su Jing drove off.

"Jing didn't give money directly but gave a card. I wonder how much is in it." The villagers looked at the card in Su Chaoqun's hand with curious expressions. They didn't know how much they should contribute, so they wanted to see how much Su Jing contributed as a reference. They didn't need to match Su Jing's amount, as their incomes differed greatly, but it couldn't be too little. For example, if Su Jing contributed 10,000, they might contribute a few hundred to a thousand.

"Let me check," Su Chaoqun, though old, was quite up-to-date as the village chief. He took out his phone and checked the balance of the bank card. When he saw the balance, his eyes widened. He carefully counted the zeros—five zeros after the one.

"100,000?" The villagers gathered around, all of them stunned and convinced.

"Good kid! Bold!"

"I knew it, Jing must be the kind of person who succeeds but doesn't forget his roots."

"It looks like the ancestral hall will be built very well this time."

The villagers praised him, comparing themselves to him. If their families had made a lot of money, they might not have been willing to contribute 100,000 to build the ancestral hall.

Su Zhenhong felt both proud and a bit pained for Su Jing. Why did this kid have to contribute so much to build an ancestral hall? In theory, Su Jing hadn't even gotten married and could say the money should be saved for his wedding, so he didn't need to contribute so much.

Su Jing drove to the city and arrived at a villa. Since the gate was open, he drove in directly. This villa belonged to Teacher He Ruixiang, but it wasn't because He Ruixiang himself was rich; rather, his eldest and youngest sons were very good at making money and were very filial.

As soon as Su Jing got out of the car, he was surrounded by a few classmates who were chatting in the yard.

"Jing, you're great, you really drive a Porsche."

"This car must cost over a million, you're awesome."

"After the banquet, we'll have to take a good cut from you. You're responsible for taking us to eat something good."

These were all high school classmates, all considered to be He Ruixiang's top students, and they had a good relationship with Su Jing. Peng Ming was also there; he had excellent Chinese scores in high school, far surpassing Su Jing, and was one of He Ruixiang's favorite students.

As for Zhu Jianhua, he was in a different class from Su Jing in high school and wasn't taught by He Ruixiang, so he didn't come. Even if he had been taught by He Ruixiang, with his abysmal Chinese scores, he probably wouldn't have had the nerve to come. Zhu Jianhua once said, "What the hell is classical Chinese? We don't use it in modern times, so why learn it?" If He Ruixiang knew this, he would have kicked him out even if he came.

"I just like to show off; you guys are all hiding your true abilities," Su Jing said modestly. Otherwise, he would have been teased by these guys. In other places, it would be fine, but this was Teacher He's house, and he didn't want to be embarrassed here. He quickly looked at Peng Ming to change the topic, "By the way, what gifts did you all prepare?"

"This... we'll reveal it later," Peng Ming and the others said mysteriously.

Those who knew He Ruixiang knew that he liked receiving gifts, but it wasn't because he was greedy. He just liked collecting interesting and meaningful things, especially calligraphy and paintings. If a gift was both interesting and valuable, he would definitely find an opportunity to return a gift of equal value. However, making He Ruixiang find a gift interesting and meaningful was not an easy task, and everyone must have put a lot of thought into their gifts.

"Jing, you're impressive, driving a luxury car," a cold voice came from behind. Su Jing turned around and saw a tall woman standing there. She had average looks and a slender figure, wearing a pair of black glasses, but she had a demeanor that was both capable and charming.

"Class president, you came so early too," Su Jing smiled. The woman was his high school class president, Yang Wei, who had excellent academic and athletic performance and was now a journalist and editor for a news agency. If it were anyone else, Su Jing wouldn't have given them a good face, but with this class president, he had no resentment, as he felt guilty.

In high school, Yang Wei and Su Jing had a good relationship, able to joke around. However, once Su Jing went too far and gave her the nickname "Nun of Extinction," which was widely accepted by the classmates. This made Yang Wei hate Su Jing.

Of course, hate was one thing, but Yang Wei, though she verbally sparred with Su Jing and always tried to tease him, still had a good relationship with him, more like a "frenemy" relationship.

"I came early, unlike some people who are always late," Yang Wei crossed her arms, said a sarcastic remark, and then walked away.

Su Jing didn't mind Yang Wei's words and said to Peng Ming and the others, "I'll go greet Teacher He first."

"Go ahead, Teacher He is inside, and your parents are there too," Peng Ming said.

"It would be strange if they weren't," Su Jing smiled, looking matter-of-fact. However, in reality, Su Jing, Peng Ming, Yang Wei, and others could only be considered He Ruixiang's students, while Su Jing's father was truly one of He Ruixiang's disciples, a different level.

Su Jing walked into the house and saw He Ruixiang sitting in the main seat, surrounded by his parents and a few middle-aged men. Someone had said something funny, and everyone was laughing.

"Jing, you're here," He Ruixiang, though old, had sharp eyes and immediately saw Su Jing, waving him over, "Come quickly."