An electronic female voice came from the speakers.

Shut down?

According to the time difference, it should be midnight at my mother's side, and she should be resting. Zhang Yuanqing put down his phone, put his weight on the back of the chair, and sat alone in a daze for a while.

He decided to go back to his hometown to have a look.

To check a person, it is undoubtedly the fastest and most accurate way to start with the people around him and his background.

Since my mother can't get through on the phone, I'll go back to my father's hometown to check.

Zhang Yuanqing stole two bottles of good wine from Fu Qingyang's cabinet, a piece of high-end ham from the kitchen, and a box of premium Cuban cigars from Lingjun's room.

��The last time I stole Fu Qingyang's cigars, it was hard to catch Mr. Qian and keep squeezing them.

Returning to his villa, he asked the queen for the car key and set off alone.

What he will do next is not suitable for leading teammates, even Guan Ya.

Zhang Yuanqing's hometown is in the countryside on the outskirts of Songfu. At that time, Songhai City had not yet become the financial capital of the country, a super first-class metropolis.

The pride of Songfu people is still there. When referring to Songhai next door, they habitually raised their chins and said:

Back then, Songhai was a small fishing village, and the birds didn't shit, it belonged to the countryside in our Songfu area.

Now Songfu is just a district of Songhai, and it is far away from the bustling area.

Zhang Yuanqing drove a white car through the bustling streets, turned into the elevated outer ring road, left the urban area after half an hour, and entered the Sheling Tunnel.

Different from the Sheling Tunnel in the Spirit Realm, the real Sheling Tunnel has a clean and smooth asphalt road, and the xenon lamps on the top of the tunnel are white and bright.

The traffic coming and going passes through it, without the slightest horror and weird atmosphere.

In the slight noise of the wheels running over the asphalt road, Zhang Yuanqing couldn't help but think of the fear and anxiety he felt when he first entered the spiritual realm, and he was a little emotional for a while.

Time flies, time flies, and now he has...

"Bah, it's only been four months, and it's not time for me to recall the past." Zhang Yuanqing muttered in his heart, cut off his scattered thoughts, and concentrated on driving.

Twenty minutes later, he arrived at his father's hometown - Ji'an Village.

Oh no, it's called Ji'an Community now.

Zhang Yuanqing hasn't been here for many years, the countryside in his impression is no longer there, and brand new villas and residential buildings have sprung up. There are shops everywhere on the street, a scene full of flowers and brocades.

He remembered that at that time, everyone's houses were red brick houses facing south, with corridors on each floor. When there was heavy rain in summer, the corridors would be wet by rain.

After his father passed away, his mother took him back to Songhai. Within a few years, Ji'an Village was demolished.

My mother didn't want a house, so she replaced it all with compensation, and with the savings from working in the past few years, she bought a large flat in Kangyang District.

Although Zhang Yuanqing did not live the life of the second-generation rent-collecting house, the large flat at home is now worth 40 million.

While inspecting the unrecognizable village, Zhang Yuanqing recalled his family background. His father, Zhang Zizhen, was the only son in the family. It is said that his grandmother fell ill in the second year after giving birth to him and was unable to have another child.

So the father became an only child, which was very rare at that time.

When the only son was ten years old, when his grandfather was working with the production team, his lung was pierced by a mad cow and died. JrNovels.com