Ten minutes later, Mu Shan and Liu Meizhu still didn't quite believe it.
Even with a balance of ten billion yuan, property deeds, and videos, they thought Mu Rufeng was deceiving them.
Especially that ten billion yuan balance, they thought Mu Rufeng must have done something online, like modifying some data.
What Mu Rufeng had described was simply too fantastical.
For these two who were nearing old age, it was too hard to accept.
Mu Rufeng didn't try to explain further. Instead, he stood up and walked to the quad-door refrigerator in the living room.
He had bought this refrigerator for his family during the New Year, and it had cost him over eight thousand yuan.
The refrigerator weighed about 120 kilograms, and adding the contents inside, it would only be heavier.
Without saying another word, Mu Rufeng bent down, stretched his arms into the bottom of the refrigerator, and then slowly stood up, lifting the refrigerator with one hand.
"Mom, Dad, do you believe me now?" Mu Rufeng slightly shook the refrigerator in his hand and said.
"Little... Little Feng you..."
Liu Meizhu and Mu Shan's eyes widened in disbelief as they watched Mu Rufeng.
They knew how heavy that refrigerator was.
When it was moved upstairs, it took four men.
Once it was on the floor, it was difficult for even one person to move, but now their son was lifting it with one hand?
This truly shocked them.
Is this still their familiar son?
"Be careful, be careful, there's a lot inside, don't spill anything," Liu Meizhu suddenly shouted.
Upon hearing this, Mu Rufeng slowly set the refrigerator down, opened it, and glanced inside.
"Mom, nothing's spilled. I didn't apply much force," Mu Rufeng said with a smile.
After saying this, Mu Rufeng sat back down at the dining table.
"So, everything you said is true?" Mu Shan calmed himself and spoke in a deep voice.
"Of course it's true. Would you like me to show you some of my other abilities?"
As he spoke, Mu Rufeng took off his slippers and then lightly jumped upwards, flipping over and placing his feet straight onto the ceiling.
His feet stuck to the ceiling as if they were glued there, and then he actually began walking upside down on the ceiling.
Mu Shan and Liu Meizhu's pupils contracted slightly at this sight; this ability was much more shocking than when Mu Rufeng had lifted the refrigerator.
After all, they often watched short videos and had seen plenty of strongmen who could lift half a car.
But this ability to walk on the ceiling had only been seen in TV dramas and movies.
After showing off his abilities, Mu Rufeng jumped down and sat back at the dining table.
"What do you think, do you believe me now?" Mu Rufeng asked, grinning.
"Yes, we believe you, but can you not go into that 'instance'?" Liu Meizhu said worriedly.
"Mom, it's mandatory. I can't not go, but your son is capable, it will be fine," Mu Rufeng said confidently.
"Since you've joined the relevant department, just do your best. About the dangers, I think you should have an idea,"
"I and your mom don't understand much about this and can't be of much help, but remember one thing, your mom and I are always here waiting for you," Mu Shan said.
"I understand, Dad," Mu Rufeng nodded firmly.
"By the way, now that you're so strong, after we finish eating, come help me with the stones by the river," Mu Shan suddenly said.
"Huh?" Mu Rufeng was startled, not catching on immediately.
"Yes, help your dad lift some stones. Your dad has a bad back, and the material for the stone railings is heavy. Your mom and I don't have much strength; it's always your dad who does the heavy lifting," Liu Meizhu said.
"Hmm? Mom, you were helping too?" Mu Rufeng asked, puzzled.
"I hired a young man to work, paying him three hundred yuan a day. He wasn't diligent, lifted the stones weakly, almost dropping them on me."
"He leaves at 5:30 pm on the dot every day, even when the cement is mixed and we just need him to finish the last bit, you can't even call him back. We just let him not come anymore, and your mom helps me lift the stones. I handle the rest myself," Mu Shan said.
"Mom, Dad, tell me your bank account numbers, I'll transfer one billion yuan each so you can also enjoy your blessings. You don't have to do these dirty and tiring jobs anymore," Mu Rufeng said.
"Your intention is appreciated, no need to give that much, keep the money for yourself, and anyway, since I've taken the job, I must finish it,"
Mu Shan was somewhat tempted by the idea of retiring.
Even though his job was technical, it also entailed heavy physical work.
His body was full of ailments, with occasional back pain and numb hands.
He had to keep going for Mu Rufeng, to earn the down payment for a house and the money for a wedding.
Seeing that Mu Rufeng already had so much money, he indeed felt he could retire.
"Okay, then I'll go help in the afternoon. Mom, you don't go, just rest at home," Mu Rufeng said.
"Okay, it's perfect. Your Aunt Jiang is coming over to play mahjong this afternoon," Liu Meizhu said cheerfully.
"Then I'll transfer ten million yuan to each of you first. Just let me know if it's not enough."
Seeing that his parents didn't want an entire billion, Mu Rufeng then decided to simply reduce the amount by ten times.