Han Lie returned to Dream City at the tail end of the summer break.
Coming back to his hometown again, the scene was ludicrously lavish.
When he landed at the provincial capital, it was still Pan Dajun who came to pick him up, driving his Mercedes Benz business seven-seater.
Several Maybachs followed behind.
In Mining Province, there's quite the superstition about Benz; top-tier folks generally drive Maybachs.
Han Lie wanted to hop onto the highway directly to Dream City, but his fellow big shots weren't happy about that.
Wang Qiwei stepped up at the front: "Teacher Han, do you look down on us old-fashioned coal miners? We're practically on your doorstep now; even if you don't drink, you should at least sit down for a meal, right?"
"Yeah, yeah, Teacher Han, it wouldn't make sense to have you travel on an empty stomach, come on, come on, we've got a spot all set up!"
Four or five burly men, surrounded Han Lie, refusing to let him leave.
Could Dog Lie tolerate this?
