After Winning Thirty Million, I Returned to the Countryside to Live the Good Life

Lin An wins thirty million and returns to his village to lie flat. When his great-uncle comes asking for a loan, he grins sheepishly and offers him a cigarette. “Uncle, I only won a few tens of thousands.” The next moment, his phone lights up: monthly interest, 52,000 yuan. His ex-girlfriend messages him: “I heard you won the lottery?” He replies, “Congratulations,” then leaves her on read. Villagers gossip behind his back: “He won a few tens of thousands and came back acting all high and mighty. He’ll spend it all and end up broke.” He hears them but doesn’t bother explaining. The next day, he installs solar streetlights throughout the village. To everyone else, he’s a man in an old jacket, driving a secondhand Haval and smoking ten-yuan Hongqiqu cigarettes, openly poor. Only the readers know he has 24 million yuan sitting in his account. A bank text pops up on his phone while he’s chopping wood. He glances at it, locks his screen, and keeps chopping. His childhood friend, an elementary school teacher; a gentle divorced nurse; a former supervisor who runs a café; and a bright, earnest graduate student in agricultural technology: four women orbit him, but he chooses none of them and keeps lying flat. No one can find out about the money.