A fast-paced transmigration story set in a historical fiction era: The fox spirit is enjoying happin

After lunch, A-Qiu saw the group off.

Only the person with a mouthful of yellow teeth was left behind.

What did you talk to Boss Shen about today?

The man said excitedly, "I told him to be careful of the women around him; protecting his money is the most important thing."

He thought his chance to make a fortune had come, and that he had caught the eye of this big boss after saying just a few more words.

He must find an opportunity to say it several times.

A-Qiu smiled coldly: "It's alright, you can go back to the provincial capital now."

The man left happily.

"What a fucking idiot!" Ah Qiu said, holding his cell phone and making a call to the people at the train station.

He personally selected a black burlap sack and a special surprise pet for this fool.

Aqiu didn't want this person at first, but he turned out to be the brother-in-law of the brand manager of the Shatu Beverage Company in the provincial capital.

I only sent the invitation to make friends; if we really can't get along, then forget it.

Shatu Beverages mainly sells soft drinks, and they don't plan to make soft drinks.

After everyone left, Li Jiaojiao took out an iron box.

Didn't you say this was all your wealth?

When no one was around, Shen Mingrong wished that Li Jiaojiao was attached to him, becoming incredibly clingy.

Of course, if Jiaojiao is willing, he can grow on her body.

"Just chat, don't hug and cuddle," Li Jiaojiao pushed him away.

If he doesn't explain himself properly, she won't let him off the hook.

Shen Mingrong led her to the living room to get the documents: "This is the capital injection certificate."

He had already frozen 100,000 yuan in the bank as proof of his assets.

I did indeed only have 10,000 yuan in cash on hand.

The capital injection certificate clearly states the asset freeze period and the stipulated retention period.

Some of them can now be removed.

"Where did you get so much money?" Li Jiaojiao asked him suspiciously;

In this day and age, many families don't even have a net worth of 10,000 yuan, but this guy has 100,000 yuan?

Shen Mingrong pointed to the old, battered world map hanging behind him: "The goods we collected here have been sent north."

"The north? The north? Are they really short of these?"

He pointed to the northernmost and largest country on the map above China: "That guy who changed his tricolor flag on some kind of Christmas two years ago."

Looking at the old map, Li Jiaojiao realized that such a large country might indeed need these supplies.

"You're the only one who made money?"

Shen Mingrong shook his head: "It wasn't just me on that trip; we chartered a train, and the whole carriage was filled with canned food, biscuits, towels, and other miscellaneous items."

He remembered the train and carriage number very clearly.

He paid the lion's share, spending a total of 1879.73 yuan to buy it, and also paid a 3000 yuan joining fee.

That was the biggest gamble of his life.

If he loses the bet, he won't be able to explain it to his underlings, Ah Qiu and Jianzai, who also contributed some money.

Li Jiaojiao looked at the old world map: "If we could do it again, would you be willing to sell again?"

“No, baby, I’m not a gambler.” Shen Mingrong was very clear-headed; what he had now was far more important than the money the train brought back.

Li Jiaojiao doesn't want to be a gambler either, so it seems there's still a long way to go to fulfill the original owner's wish.

A-Qiu led that group of seemingly imposing people on a tour of the village, accompanied by the village chief.

Everyone knew that something terrible was about to happen in the village.

Many people came to the convenience store to subtly inquire about Niu Dali.

"Auntie, I really don't know..."

Niu Dali knew that even if she knew, she couldn't tell.

As soon as she saw Jiaojiao come out, she rushed towards her as if she had seen a savior, crying out, "Jiaojiao, save me!"

When the villagers saw Shen Ajiao arrive, they became even more excited and surrounded her, bombarding her with questions.

"Is our village going to become some kind of amazing village? To catch up with the city?"

"Could it be that some treasure has been discovered in our village, and the archaeologists have arrived?"

"..."

Now that there's a TV here, they don't even want to miss the news.

The villagers' view suddenly opened up, and the end of their view was no longer the opposite mountain.

Li Jiaojiao smiled faintly: "It's nothing serious, just that Mingrong's friend came over for a meal and we took a walk in the village."

"Really? Mr. Shen, does Shen Mingrong know so many men in black leather shoes?"

Wow, your family is amazing!

"From now on, you'll definitely be the most powerful family in the village."

They left the color TV outside and didn't force anyone to buy anything;

The villagers have said these words of praise to death.

One of Aunt Honghua's sisters is in here.

"Jiaojiao, I heard that you and Mingrong are getting married soon. I wish you both a long and happy marriage!"

Xiao Liu was tidying up the shelves in the back when he heard this, and immediately made a small red envelope;

"Thank you, Aunt Wu," Xiao Liu said quickly, handing her a red envelope.

Aunt Wu's face flushed red: "Thank you, thank you!"

Many people surrounded Aunt Wu and asked what happened.

Li Jiaojiao's smile froze on her face.

Is this what Shen Mingrong meant by "no need to worry"?

Should we just pay him off? We'll settle the score when he gets back.

Xiao Liu smiled contentedly; this was finally a chance to make amends.

Shen Mingrong, along with A Qiu, was negotiating with the village committee about the land for the factory and dormitory.

This time it wasn't that Kim Yoo-deok was unwilling to compromise.

He stared at the money, his eyes bloodshot as if they were about to bleed.

"This involves too much land; the village doesn't have the authority to approve it."

Kim Yoo-deok forced those words out through gritted teeth.

He once had the power of that small hardware factory next door, but he didn't cherish it, and in the end, he regretted it deeply.

Now there's another gold coin, heavy enough to crush him, but he doesn't even have the right to open his mouth and take a bite.

Heavens above, what heavenly law has Jin Youde violated?

"Mingrong, you've received a lot of help from the village. Let's wait until we reach Xiahe Village this time."

Jin Youde's voice sounded a little old. As the village chief, he had a responsibility to seek more benefits for the majority of the villagers.

“Okay, village chief, let’s go back first.” Shen Mingrong left behind the land application and the business plan for the factory and dormitory.

Jin Youde nodded; he would wait here for the town leaders to arrive.

Less than a minute after Jin Youde made the phone call to inform them, the village committee of the neighboring Heping Village already knew about it.

"Why does Jin Youde always get hit on the head by meat pies?"

The Party Secretary of Heping Village asked himself this question with resentment.

People from the town arrived in less than half an hour; nearly twenty people squeezed into the small village committee office.

The village committee office is a small, single-story building with mud walls, which was painted white for aesthetic purposes.

Each leader was carefully reviewing the two project proposals: one for the factory and one for the dormitory.

Nobody cared that their clothes had been scraped and covered in white dust.

"This dormitory is really well planned."

They reviewed the beverage factory's business plan and found no major problems; it was relocated from another region.

The leaders took turns reviewing the plan for the collective dormitory, and finally decided that the land for the collective dormitory must be located at the border of Xiahe Village and Heping Village.

To attract as many factories as possible to set up operations here.