CXnovel Chapter 71: The County Town Transforms into a 5-Star Utopia; Old Classmates' Reunion Leaves The
Chapter 71: The County Town Transforms into a 5-Star Utopia; Old Classmates' Reunion Leaves The
As Lin Xian listened to the greasy tone of class monitor Liu Jianming on the other end of the phone, a mocking sneer appeared on his lips.
He didn't even bother to argue; before hanging up, he simply said, "Do whatever you want," and decisively pressed the "agree" option.
Since this group of people insisted on coming to humiliate him, he decided to treat it as a way to amuse himself during a boring afternoon.
The antimatter hot pot was still bubbling with rich steam, emitting a mouthwatering aroma of deep-sea seafood.
Xia Anran blew on the premium Wagyu beef that she had just taken out of the pot to cool it down before carefully feeding it to Lin Xian.
She blinked her big, watery almond-shaped eyes and asked curiously who had called earlier.
Lin Xian swallowed the tender beef and took a big gulp of the chilled juice next to him.
It's nothing. A few former high school classmates want to come to the countryside to help alleviate poverty. We'll just treat it as a joke later.
Chu Yiyi and Shen Youran exchanged a glance, covered their mouths and chuckled, thinking that in this day and age, there were still people who dared to come to this paradise to pretend to be rich.
This is like carrying a lantern into a toilet; they're courting death by not even choosing a place with good feng shui.
Two hours later, on the national highway outside Qingshui County.
A brand-new, bright blue BMW 5 Series sedan with its hazard lights flashing led a long procession of several other cars, each costing around 100,000 to 200,000 yuan.
Liu Jianming sat in the driver's seat of the BMW, gripping the steering wheel with one hand, while deliberately showing off the green Submariner watch he had bought on loan with the other hand.
He glanced at his old classmates sitting in the back row through the rearview mirror, his smugness practically reaching his ears.
Everyone, please be careful with your shoes when you enter the village later. The muddy roads in the countryside are dirty and smelly. Don't step on my new car's leather floor mats and get them dirty.
I heard that Lin Xian doesn't even have a proper job over there and just mooches off his parents every day. Let's go help him out today.
Sitting in the passenger seat, Wang Gang, the lackey, quickly gave a fawning thumbs-up and echoed the sentiment.
Class monitor, you're a high-level executive at a big company now. How can someone like Lin Xian, a corporate slave laid off by a big company, compare to your BMW?
Later, let's go to his run-down farmhouse restaurant and order a few more hearty dishes; that'll be some contribution to his revenue.
Laughter erupted in the carriage. These working-class people, struggling to make ends meet in the city due to mortgage and car loan payments, desperately needed to find some sense of superiority in Lin Xian.
Who told him to be the most handsome and academically gifted in the class back then, and now that he's fallen on hard times, everyone wants to kick him while he's down.
As the convoy rounded the last bend in the mountain road, a boundary marker of Qingshui County, shimmering with holographic light, appeared before everyone's eyes.
Just as Liu Jianming was about to step on the brake to slow down, the scene in front of him made his right foot tremble, and he accidentally stepped on the accelerator instead.
There was no muddy road at all; what appeared before them was a wide, smooth, and reflective avenue made of nanomaterials.
Transparent, ethereal blue anti-gravity flight tracks stretched across the sky, their neon halos still dazzling in the daytime.
On the track, a dilapidated tractor hauling fertilizer and an old man's tricycle were speeding through the sky, trailing plasma exhaust flames.
At the very top of the small county town, a massive mountain is held aloft by an invisible force, thousands of meters in the air, with a waterfall cascading down from the sky.
Around the floating mountain, a dozen interstellar destroyers, their dark matter armor radiating a suffocating sense of oppression, were also moored.
Liu Jianming slipped on the steering wheel, and the BMW almost crashed headfirst into the metal guardrail on the side of the road.
Wang Gang rubbed his eyes, pressed his face tightly against the car window, and opened his mouth wide enough to fit a fist the size of a sandbag.
Sergeant, did we get the navigation wrong? Did we end up in an alien base or a sci-fi movie set?
The older students in the back row were so frightened they didn't dare breathe. Watching the tractor fly overhead, their common sense shattered.
All the sarcastic lines he had prepared were now stuck in his throat, making him turn pale.
Liu Jianming gritted his teeth and drove the BMW into the village and parked it in a large square paved with white marble.
He pushed open the car door and got out, looking at the cyberpunk-style smart floating villas around him, his legs felt weak.
This was a completely different world from the dilapidated rural area he had imagined. His BMW, which he had bought on loan, was like a pile of cheap plastic toys here.
Even if they sold all of their cars, it wouldn't be enough to buy a single paving stone in this square.
Just as Liu Jianming was trying to appear calm and was about to take out his phone to call Lin Xian.
A round, fully automatic mechanical sweeper slid over from the roadside, its alloy eyes flashing red scanning light waves.
The robot vacuum cleaner stopped in front of the BMW and emitted a clear, mechanical announcement.
Unregistered low-end fuel scrap metal was detected occupying the special economic zone's take-off and landing plaza. It was determined to be illegally parked industrial waste, and a cleanup procedure was initiated.
Before Liu Jianming could react, the robot vacuum cleaner extended two thick hydraulic mechanical arms.
It lifted the two-ton BMW overhead as easily as if it were an empty cardboard box.
To everyone's astonishment, the robot vacuum cleaner ruthlessly tossed the BMW into the distant shredder.
With a sickening screech of twisting steel, the bright blue luxury car instantly turned into a square block of scrap metal.
Liu Jianming watched helplessly as his beloved car was crushed. His heart clenched, and his legs buckled, causing him to kneel on the white marble floor.
The show-off gadget he bought with a 30-year loan was just thrown away as trash by a street sweeper.
The old classmates were all dumbfounded. No one dared to step forward to stop it, for fear that they too would be thrown in like trash by that iron hand.
At that moment, a slight ripple of air flow came from above.
Lin Xian slowly descended from a height of ten thousand meters on a holographic hoverboard that emitted a faint blue light.
He was wearing his ever-present floral shorts and flip-flops, holding an ice-cold Coke in his left hand, his posture extremely languid.
Following behind him were the stunningly beautiful imperial guard Liu Rushuang, who stood on a bronze ancient sword, and Mu Qingxue, who wore a haute couture butler's uniform.
Liu Jianming stared blankly up at Lin Xian, who seemed to have descended from the heavens, and felt so ashamed that he wanted to crawl into a hole in the ground.
The person he wanted to use for poverty alleviation now not only lives in the heavens, but even his bodyguards and butlers look like fairies descended from heaven.
Any one of them possessed a cold and aloof aura that could easily outshine the top female celebrities he had ever seen.
Lin Xian descended to a position two meters off the ground, looking down at his pale-faced old classmates.
Excuse me, everyone, the village is currently undergoing infrastructure construction. This square is for parking interstellar warships, and fuel-powered vehicles parked haphazardly are likely to be collected as garbage.
He didn't even bother to ask them if they wanted compensation, because these people didn't have the guts to ask for money.
Wang Gang knelt down with a thud, hugging the air beneath Lin Xian's hoverboard, sobbing and wailing with tears and snot streaming down his face.
Brother Xian, we were wrong. We are all penniless guys who couldn't make it in the city. Please take us in and let us work as janitors in the village!
The other classmates also realized that this was a golden opportunity to curry favor with him, and they all knelt down and begged for mercy.
As long as I can stay in this paradise zone, even if I sleep on the streets every day, it's a million times better than being treated like a slave by my boss in the city.
Lin Xian yawned, took a sip of cola, and felt a refreshing sensation as the carbonated bubbles exploded in his throat.
Sorry, I don't employ idlers here. Even sweeping is done by robots. You should go back to the city and continue making your fortune.
He was too lazy to waste words on these vain people, so he maneuvered his skateboard and flew back to the manor high in the sky.
With a cold face, Liu Rushuang drew her bronze short sword, pointing the tip towards the village entrance. The sword's aura terrified the group, who scrambled to their feet and ran away.
Liu Jianming was so humiliated that he became withdrawn and couldn't utter a single word. He slunk out of Qingshui County with the rest of the group.
They arrived as arrogantly as they came, and left in a sorry state; they probably won't dare mention the words "class reunion" again for the rest of their lives.
Village chief Wang Fugui was carrying a large purple clay teapot, intending to pour water for the guests.
He watched the group of lonely young figures leave, shook his head, and placed the teapot on the stone table in the guard post.
These little brats are so restless and impatient. It would be so much better if they just lived a peaceful and stable life. They have to come here to find excitement.
Wang Fugui squatted on the threshold, took out his pipe from his waist, and tapped it twice on the sole of his shoe.
He took two deep drags on his cigarette, exhaled a puff of white smoke, and let out a long, dejected sigh.
Ma Hualong, holding a thermos, came over and asked the old village chief why he was sighing on such a fine day.
Looking at the bustling floating manor thousands of meters above the ground, a lonely glint flashed in Wang Fugui's old eyes.
It's so lively at Xianwazi's place, but my poor old wife passed away early. She's never had a companion to talk to at night in her entire life.