The originally stalled truck drove smoothly up the river dam with the help of five young people.

Jiang Ning waved his whip, making a crackling and harsh sound, which frightened several young people and made them extremely frightened.

It's so outrageous. The short, fat kid just now was so strong that it hurt them so hard. None of the five of them had hit anyone! It was like seeing a ghost!

Jiang Ning sat firmly at the front of the car. He pointed at a few slaves and asked, "What is this called?"

Chen Siyu replied instantly: "If you don't seek death, you won't die."

Jiang Ning nodded: "Yes, Tongtong gave me tea!"

…

The ice surface of Huishui River.

It was afternoon, and the sky was a light leaden gray. Although the sun tried its best to penetrate the clouds, it could only cast sparse light and shadow, and the world was filled with chill.

The rippling surface of Huishui River in the past has now turned into a huge, crystal-clear mirror, reflecting the silhouettes of birds that occasionally fly by.

On the ice, many citizens from the city were setting up tents, skating, and playing with ice cars. There were cheerful laughter among adults and children.

Lin Zida was wearing thick gloves and holding a high-power electric drill, drilling hard into the ice, preparing to dig holes for fishing.

Yang Qian took the ice fence and helped scoop the broken ice aside. The temperature was too low, and the air she exhaled turned into a white mist.

Zhuang Jianhui was wrapped in a thick cotton-padded jacket and looked at the nearby citizens fishing in the open air. He shook his head and said, "They are really not afraid of the cold."

Lin Zida also discovered it. He said: "It's okay to exercise on the ice and your whole body will be warm, but it's too cold to fish without moving!"

Zhuang Jianhui: "After the hole is drilled, we will quickly set up the tent."

He looked at Lin Zida working hard to drill through the ice, and suddenly asked: "By the way, I remember that your eldest brother likes ice fishing the most, right?"

Speaking of this, Lin Zida casually said: "Yes, he must go abroad for ice fishing every year. He also went to Denmark for ice fishing the year before last and caught sharks?"

Before Zhuang Jianhui spoke, Yang Qian said in surprise: "Shark?"

Lin Zida: "The hole they dug was too small, so they couldn't pull it up. Later, they even dug out the ice hole."

It was really an eye-opener for Yang Qian. She had only seen sharks in the aquarium. Who knew that people could actually catch sharks at home... This was something she had never thought of...

Zhuang Jianhui was also a little envious: "It's really amazing!"

Before he broke the bone, he had dreamed of traveling around the world and trying all kinds of experiences in the world. Unfortunately, since breaking the bone, he always felt that his mentality had changed.

Lin Zida talked eloquently: "I asked my eldest brother to come to Yuzhou for ice fishing a few days ago. He had something to do and couldn't come. He also told me something. His friend's hometown is Yuzhou and he makes the most popular cards.

He makes over 100 million yuan in monthly revenue from mobile games, and his surname seems to be Shang, but he is not yet 30 years old."

Zhuang Jianhui said: "Mobile games..."

In recent years, it has indeed been an industry that creates wealth. The popularity of smartphones has skyrocketed, and users' desire for games is very high. Many junk mobile games have a large number of people spending money, and a group of rich people have been born.

Lin Zida lamented: "Do you know how profitable the mobile games they make are? They even waved their banknotes and went to the island country to buy shares in studios that produce masterpieces of console games."

Lin Zida was helpless: "Instead of seriously making a good game, it is better to study the tricks of defrauding people and people's hearts."

Yang Qian said: "Studying people's hearts is the most profitable."

Zhuang Jianhui's tone was calm: "Normally, those who work hard govern others, and those who work hard govern others."

Lin Zida: "It's like this. The rich do not directly participate in labor, but use money to control the poor and produce the items they need."

Zhuang Jianhui said with a smile: "So there is a point of view. In essence, the reason why rich people are rich is not because they have money, but because they have poor people."

When the few people were chatting, a sharp "crackling" sound was heard from a distance, and a four-wheeled cart was approaching.

The first thing that caught the eye were five miserable young men tied with ropes. They were hunched over, working hard to pull the cart, and their faces looked like they were mourning for their heirs.

Jiang Ning was sitting at the front of the car, sipping tea in one hand and holding a whip in the other, making a waving gesture.

Dongdong trotted next to the car, shouting at the top of his voice: "The emperor is coming, everyone, get out of the way!"

After witnessing this, the surrounding citizens were all silent.

Lin Zida was also in disbelief, what the hell?

Yang Qian had an idea and suddenly asked: "Is he considered a poor man?"

Zhuang Jianhui's expression changed for a few seconds before he replied: "He is more primitive, he owns slaves."
Chapter completed!