It’s now the end of August, and in Jiangnan Province, the weather is still sweltering. However, it’s cool in the mountains, and since the children are still on summer vacation, many city dwellers like to come to Baiyun Mountain during this time to escape the heat and have fun. With more tourists, even William Grant’s agritainment business has been doing much better.

Thinking about how well the family business has been lately, and that it was just about mealtime when his father needed help the most, Andrew Grant couldn’t help but quicken his pace.

But before he even got home, from a distance Andrew Grant saw a crowd gathered around his family’s yard, pointing and gesturing inside.

Chapter 0002: First Signs of Brilliance

“Free meal? Do you even know what brand this dress I’m wearing is? It’s Chanel! Talking about Chanel with country bumpkins like you, you wouldn’t understand anyway. But do you know how much this dress costs? A full ten thousand yuan! Ten thousand yuan could buy out your shabby agritainment place, and you think a free meal is enough? What a joke!” In the shop, a woman dressed in heavy, flamboyant makeup stood with one hand on her hip, the other pointing at a man and a woman in front of her, her face full of arrogance and disdain.

She was wearing a beige dress, which was now covered in vegetable sauce.

Standing beside her were six or seven men dressed in rather trendy fashion, one of whom wore a Longines mechanical watch—clearly a rich playboy.

“Ten thousand yuan!” The plainly dressed young woman standing opposite the flamboyant lady turned pale with fright, and the middle-aged man beside her was also shocked by the number, his face going a bit white.

In the 1990s, most workers in China earned only three or four hundred yuan a month; ten thousand yuan was an enormous sum for many people.

“I—I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to, it was because you accidentally twisted your ankle, and that’s why…” The plain young woman stammered, her face ashen.

“What kind of attitude is that? Are you saying it’s my fault?” The flamboyant woman’s voice suddenly turned shrill at these words, her finger nearly poking the other woman’s nose.

“Qiuzi!” The middle-aged man hurriedly stopped the young woman who wanted to explain, then bent over with a forced smile and said, “She’s just a kid and doesn’t know any better, please don’t be angry. Luckily, the dress is only stained, it should be fine after a wash. I’ll pay for the laundry, and your meal is on the house as well!”

“What the hell, what are you talking about? Can you just wash a luxury brand dress like this if it’s stained with vegetable sauce? Can a free meal solve this? Do I look like I care about a free meal?” The man with the Longines watch was having none of it, and stormed up to the middle-aged man, giving him a hard shove in the chest.

The middle-aged man was caught off guard and stumbled back several steps until his waist hit the table behind him, finally steadying himself. Rubbing his waist, his eyes flashed with anger as he said, “Hey, how can you just push people?”

“So what if I push you? If you don’t give Olivia Baker an explanation today, I’ll do more than just push!” The man with the Longines watch said arrogantly. As he spoke, the other trendy young men behind him rolled up their sleeves, glaring menacingly at the middle-aged man.

“Any of you dare lay a finger on my dad and see what happens?” As soon as the man with the Longines watch finished speaking, a voice, still a bit youthful but full of anger, suddenly rang out from the crowd. Immediately after, a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy pushed through the crowd, walked up to the middle-aged man, supported him, and asked with concern, “Dad, are you okay?”

This boy was, of course, Andrew Grant, and the middle-aged man was his father, William Grant. The young woman was named Ethan Reed, a helper his father had hired.

“I’m fine. What are you doing here? Go inside, this doesn’t concern you.” William Grant said hurriedly when he saw it was his son.

“How can it not concern me when you’re being bullied?” Andrew Grant replied, then looked up at the young man who had shoved his father.

“The hell, just a snot-nosed kid, what are you looking at? Get lost!” The man, seeing it was just a teenager staring at him, cursed angrily.

“You’re the ones who should get lost! It was this woman who twisted her ankle and bumped into Sister Qiuzi—what does that have to do with us?” Andrew Grant retorted, showing not a trace of fear.

“The hell, do you know who I am? You little brat, you dare act tough with me?” The man with the Longines watch had never been scolded like this by a country kid before. Furious and embarrassed, he raised his hand to slap Andrew Grant.

But before his hand could touch Andrew Grant, it was grabbed by the wrist. With just a little force from Andrew Grant, the man immediately bent over in pain, crying out, “Ow, ow! My hand’s going to break, let go, damn it!”

Seeing a teenager calmly holding the wrist of a tall, strapping young man of about twenty-four or twenty-five, making him bend over in pain and cry out, everyone except William Grant looked as if they’d seen a ghost, staring in disbelief at the still slightly boyish-faced youth.