After being reborn, the young master returned to his village and led his wife and daughters to prosp

Aunt Wang, Uncle Wu, and three or four other villagers walked over side by side.

When they saw Er Gou near Lin Fan's house, pulling a cart with a megaphone around his neck, and heard what was playing on the megaphone, the group immediately laughed and spoke politely to Lin Fan.

Er Gou couldn't resist any longer when he saw the snails in the hands of the group, so he quickly came over. But when he heard what the others were saying, he suddenly became anxious.

"Hey, Aunt Wang, what nonsense are you talking about? Who's giving him orders?"

“I also collect snails, five cents a pound, just like him, sell them to me!”

Upon hearing Er Gou's words, the group looked as if they had witnessed something extraordinary, their faces showing deep surprise.

Aunt Wang couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Hahaha, Er Gou, are you kidding us? You think you can collect snails?"

Er Gou snorted coldly and said, "What's wrong? Does the law stipulate that only people with the surname Lin can collect these snails? Why can't I, Er Gou, collect them?"

Aunt Wang glanced at him sideways and said indifferently, "Of course I can collect them. Who do you think you are, Er Gou? You're a big shot in the surrounding area. What's collecting snails to you?"

"But Er Gou, you're so capable. Aunt Wang has at least forty catties of snails here, which would be more than twenty yuan. If I give you the snails, can you come up with twenty yuan to pay the bill?"

Upon hearing this, Er Gou's face flushed red.

After hesitating for a long time, he finally managed to say, "Let's...let's put it on the tab first, and I'll settle the accounts with you tomorrow!"

Upon hearing this, the surrounding villagers burst into laughter.

"Hahaha, Er Gou, I think you're just bored and looking for some entertainment here. Get lost and don't stop us from making money!"

"Yes, yes, Mr. Lin, get this guy out of here, he's wasting our time!"

"Look at yourself! Trying to collect snails like Boss Lin? What a bunch of idiots!"

Er Gou was a local hoodlum with a bad reputation, and his current actions were even more ridiculous, so the people around him didn't hesitate to laugh at him.

Seeing this, Er Gou shouted angrily, "Shut up, all of you!!"

"Hmph, I, Er Gou, am making this clear: I'm definitely keeping these snails. If you don't sell them to me, don't even think about selling them to this guy again!"

The saying goes, "A dead pig isn't afraid of boiling water," and since everyone in the village has a family to support, they generally don't dare to mess with this kind of scoundrel.

However, Er Gou was clearly unaware of the consequences of incurring public wrath.

Upon hearing his words, Uncle Wu couldn't hold back any longer. He immediately put down the large basket he was carrying on the ground, rushed to Er Gou, and kicked him to the ground.

"You son of a bitch, you dare threaten me?"

"You think the villagers are afraid of a bastard like you?"

"Guys, this little bastard is preventing us from selling snails, trying to cut off our livelihood and prevent us from living a good life. What do you think we should do?"

Hearing Uncle Wu's shout, the people around immediately echoed, "Beat him up!"

"Yeah, beat him up! That son of a bitch! It was one thing for him to bully us in the village before, but now he's hindering our ability to make money. Does he really think we're pushovers?"

Then, several able-bodied young men from the village stepped forward and gave the howling Er Gou a good beating.

In the current situation, they don't care about the law. They believe that the law will not punish everyone, so what can Er Gou do if he calls the police?

They could easily agree to say that Er Gou provoked them first, since there are no security cameras in the village, and whoever has more people is always right.

"So, Dad, brother-in-law, are you relieved now?"

Seeing this, Lin Fan smiled and turned to look at Zhang Weihai and Lin Desheng, who had just been worried.

Lin Desheng sighed, "Third brother, why is everyone treating you so differently from Er Gou? We're both buying snails for five cents a pound."

Explaining my father's question is complicated, and the reasons are complex.

Lin Fan didn't say much, but shook his head and said, "Dad, a scoundrel like Er Gou wants to buy snails for five cents just like us. Who would believe him? Besides, he wants to buy on credit and pay later. Do you think the villagers will believe me or him?"

Not to mention Er Gou, even when Lin Fan and his group first started this business, they were turned away. It was only after Lin Fan found a way to gain the villagers' trust.

Er Gou thought that by pushing a cart, using a megaphone, and shouting out his wares, someone would sell him snails, which he could then resell for money. He was oversimplifying business.

In fact, the way to make money is often right there. For example, why is it that other restaurants of the same type are thriving while you have hardly any customers? That's the reason.

"Alright, alright, folks, stop fighting. Don't waste your energy on this little bastard. Everyone come in quickly, we'll weigh the snails and settle the bill for you!"

After briefly explaining the situation to his family and reassuring them, Lin Fan turned around and shouted something.

Upon hearing this, the villagers stopped what they were doing and eagerly took the snails they had picked and headed towards the entrance of the Lin family's old house.

At the doorway, only Er Gou, his face bruised and swollen, howling in pain, remained, ignored by everyone...

A high-end hotel in Liangshan County.

Huba sat with a middle-aged man in a suit, who was slightly overweight and had a very dignified expression.

There were only the two of them at the large round table, with only a few dishes on it, and not a single waiter around.

Huba kept his head down and didn't touch his chopsticks, seemingly waiting for the person opposite him to speak first.

After a while, the middle-aged man finished eating and drinking, wiped his mouth with a tissue, and then looked at Huba, saying calmly, "Is what you said true?"

Huba nodded quickly, extending his palm to assure everyone, "It's absolutely true. I'm not the only one who witnessed it. You can ask the people who spoke to me first; they would never dare to lie to you!"

The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes slightly, tapped his fingers on the table, and muttered, "Such a large-scale operation, yet I haven't received a single word about it."

"They're coming for me..."

Upon hearing this, Huba's expression tightened, but he didn't dare to reply.

After a long pause, the middle-aged man frowned and asked in a deep voice, "Even I didn't know this news. How did you get it?"

Huba hesitated for a moment, unsure whether to reveal Lin Fan's existence.

They believe in loyalty when they're in the business, and Lin Fan saved his life this time, so they can't just turn around and betray him.

Seemingly noticing Huba's hesitation, the middle-aged man glanced at him and said calmly, "Don't worry, I just want to thank this person, just like you. After all, if it weren't for him, we might both be in trouble now. I won't do anything to him."