After Li Ya drove away, the Qin brothers found a hotel and checked in.
Each brother had a bed. As soon as Qin Chuan's head hit the pillow, an overwhelming wave of sleepiness washed over him.
He was truly exhausted from the past day and night. He had helped Zhang Long and Wu Erma at the Butterfly Clothing Factory during the day and had been busy with Li Ya all afternoon.
Not only had he watched a movie until past midnight, but he had also encountered the Li Houping incident. Even with his young and healthy body, it was quite taxing.
Just as Qin Chuan was about to drift off to sleep, Qin Gang's voice came from beside him.
"Third brother, now that there's no one else, and it's just us brothers, why don't you tell me why you sent Li Houping to jail?"
Qin Gang tossed and turned, unable to sleep, everything that had happened tonight replaying in his mind.
The only response was a snore. Qin Chuan seemed not to have heard him.
"Don't take this lightly, this is a serious matter!"
"If this gets back to the village, and we don't provide a reasonable explanation, our Qin family might have our ancestors' graves dug up by the villagers!"
"They'll call us cold-blooded animals for sending someone to jail just over a fight..."
"And then who would dare to do business with our family in the future!"
Qin Gang rambled on. Qin Chuan, who had been on the verge of sleep, couldn't stand it anymore. "Shut up! Go to sleep!!"
"You little brat, I'm doing this for our Qin family, you know that?"
Qin Gang was furious, but he found that Qin Chuan had covered his head with the blanket and turned away, ignoring him.
The night slowly passed.
At nine o'clock the next morning, at the hardware market, Qin Chuan brought Qin Gang with him.
Because their three-wheeled motorcycle was still there and the purchased goods weren't ready, they had to sort everything out today and then hurry back to the village to continue renovating the village head's new house.
"Boss Feng, good morning!"
When they arrived at the tile shop, Qin Chuan greeted Feng Jun as soon as he entered.
"Oh, it's Brother Qin Chuan, please sit! Please sit down!"
"I'll make you some tea!"
Feng Jun, who was busy in the shop, immediately handed over his work to a young assistant when he saw Qin Chuan and came forward enthusiastically.
"No need to trouble you, Boss Feng. I'm here today to pick up my three-wheeled motorcycle."
"Also, have the tiles I needed yesterday been prepared?"
Qin Chuan said with a smile.
"Of course, they're ready. Come, brother, the motorcycle is in the backyard!"
Feng Jun led Qin Chuan to the backyard and found the three-wheeled motorcycle already loaded with tiles. In the sunlight, the small white tiles reflected a beautiful glow, very pretty.
"This... Boss Feng, aren't there a bit too many tiles? I didn't order this many."
Qin Chuan was confused.
"Consider the extra ones a gift from me, older brother. They're not valuable items, just a small token of my appreciation."
Feng Jun waved his hand casually, and Qin Chuan's lips curved upward slightly.
This Feng Jun was clearly a smart man. Seeing the actions of Zhang Long and Wu Erma yesterday, he was clearly trying to curry favor and establish a connection.
"How can I accept this? It's the correct price, and I'll pay you!"
Qin Chuan took out his money, but Feng Jun refused to take it. Not only did he refuse the extra tiles, but he also refused to accept payment for the tiles Qin Chuan had purchased.
This astonished Qin Gang, who was following behind, to the point of his eyeballs almost popping out. He increasingly couldn't understand his younger brother; how had he suddenly become so impressive wherever he went!
He was even getting free tiles when buying them!
"Brother, I understand your intentions, but this is business. The money must be paid!"
Qin Chuan's attitude was serious.
"Don't worry, I'll have many places where I need tiles in the future. You can give me a bigger discount then."
Seeing Qin Chuan's firm attitude, Feng Jun reluctantly accepted, but he only charged Qin Chuan the cost price.
"By the way, brother, do you know of any skilled painters in this market?"
"I need to hire an experienced master painter to paint some furniture."
As he was leaving, Qin Chuan suddenly asked.
"An experienced master painter... There really is one in this market! His skills are exquisite, I'll take you there!"
Feng Jun thought for a moment, his eyes lit up quickly, and he took the lead.
As noon approached, a three-wheeled motorcycle, loaded with goods, rumbled along the bumpy dirt road.
In the vehicle, besides the Qin brothers, there was an old man in his sixties.
This old man's name was Huang Xiong, the master painter they had hired. He had a mouth full of large yellow teeth when he smiled. He was initially unwilling to come, but Qin Chuan enticed him with a daily wage of fifteen yuan.
Not long after, the three-wheeled motorcycle returned to Nanyang Village.
As soon as they entered the village, they saw a brand-new house with walls painted completely white from a distance. It was incredibly eye-catching, practically the most dazzling building in the village.
"Oh my, whose new house is this? It's painted all white, it looks so beautiful!"
"This kind of decoration clearly belongs to a wealthy family!"
On the motorcycle, Huang Xiong also exclaimed in surprise.
He was an experienced traveler, having been to many villages, and he had rarely seen such decoration in rural areas.
Qin Chuan and Qin Gang exchanged glances, both showing a smile.
This was exactly the effect they wanted!
When the three-wheeled motorcycle stopped outside the new house, something even more surprising awaited the brothers. A crowd of people had gathered in the yard of the village head's new house.
Everyone was pointing and discussing the whitewashed walls and the various novel decorations inside.
Qin Gang, the elder brother, was also in the yard, a憨厚 (honest and simple) smile on his dark face.
Ever since he had painted all the walls of the village head's new house white overnight yesterday, this place had become the most talked-about spot in the village since early morning.
Villagers came in droves to see. Upon seeing the house, they were stunned. The various novel decorations inside made many villagers' eyes widen with envy and astonishment.
The village head's family rushed over upon hearing the commotion. After understanding the situation, their mouths were left agape.
"Oh, Qin Chuan is back!"
The sound of the three-wheeled motorcycle alerted the villagers inside. When they saw Qin Chuan, the village head's family came out to greet him with immense enthusiasm.
The other villagers also looked at Qin Chuan with surprise.
This was because they had already learned that Qin Chuan was responsible for all the decorations here.
"Hello, uncles, aunts, and grandpas. Are you having a meeting? Why are you all gathered here?"
Qin Chuan walked in and asked with a smile.
This question caused another stir. The villagers gathered in the yard started asking all sorts of questions in a rush.
"Qin Chuan, did you really do this new house all by yourself?"
"Qin Chuan, where did you learn all these skills?"
"Qin Chuan, my old house is also scheduled for renovation, can you be in charge of the decoration?"
"I always knew that young Qin family kid was smart since he was little. He's definitely gotten more capable as he's grown up!"
"Qin Chuan, how much would such decoration cost?"
"Qin Chuan..."