I couldn't take it anymore; when I went home for Chinese New Year, the family genealogy book ha

Jiang Haoran turned around and glared at Xiao Fei.

He swayed the fertilizer bag on his shoulder and forced himself to shout back.

"What's there to be afraid of!"

"I'm surnamed Jiang, after all. Do you think the village will just stand by and watch me starve to death outside?"

Although Jiang Haoran was shouting, his voice sounded somewhat weak.

"We've been inside for more than half a year, and we have no idea what the world is like outside."

"First, go to the county town and take a bus to the village entrance to scout out the way. If all else fails, kneel down at the village entrance and beg the old man for some food!"

The henchmen looked at each other and nodded repeatedly.

The four of them couldn't scrape together twenty yuan, and after much pleading, they finally managed to buy four back-row tickets for a bus heading to the southern suburbs of Qinghe County.

The bus swayed and rattled for more than two hours before finally entering the territory of Qinghe County.

The further we went, the more outrageous the road conditions became.

Xiao Fei pressed his face against the car window, his eyes wide open.

"Ran-ge! Look outside!"

"This isn't the right way!"

Jiang Haoran leaned his head closer.

The old, bumpy dirt road, barely wide enough for two cars to pass each other, is gone.

Instead, a wide, smooth, eight-lane, top-grade asphalt road was built.

Both sides of the road are lined with solar-powered smart streetlights.

Even the green belts are planted with precious ornamental trees.

The vehicles running on the road were all heavy-duty refrigerated logistics trucks that I had never seen before, and the truck beds were all printed with the golden "Jiang Group" logo.

"Did this driver take the wrong route?" Xiao Fei swallowed hard. "It looks like he's heading towards the new district of the provincial capital!"

Jiang Haoran was also stunned.

He rubbed his eyes hard, looking at the huge electronic signs speeding past on the roadside.

Five kilometers ahead lies the Jiangjiacun Super Intelligent Logistics Hub Center.

Jiang Haoran gasped.

"You didn't go to the wrong place."

"This is the direction of our Jiangjia Village." Jiang Haoran's voice trembled slightly.

The bus drove a few more kilometers and then stopped directly on the side of the road.

The driver stood up and shouted, "We've arrived at the final stop! The road ahead is completely blocked by Jiang's security; buses aren't allowed in! Everyone get off!"

Jiang Haoran and his three companions, carrying tattered fertilizer bags, were forced off the bus.

The moment I stood by the roadside and looked up.

These four thugs, who used to be able to do whatever they wanted in the surrounding area, were completely dumbfounded.

Ahead stood a 30-meter-high white marble archway, so dazzling in the sunlight that it was hard to open one's eyes.

Behind the archway, the hillsides are covered with rows of large, detached single-story villas that occupy vast areas.

In the center of the villa complex, a high-tech IMAX giant screen theater stands tall.

heaven.

Three black heavy helicopters were hovering at low altitude, the roar of their huge propellers making one's ears ring.

"God!"

"We've been inside for half a year, and they've found a gold mine in the village?" One of the henchmen's legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground.

What's even more dangerous is what's in front of the archway.

Two rows of fully armed bodyguards in black stood at the entrance of the village.

Two T-800 robots, each over two meters tall and clad in black camouflage, stood prominently on either side of the foremost guard post.

That cold, metallic pressure could see right through you from a distance.

Jiang Haoran's calves were cramping.

He used to think that dyeing his hair yellow and leading a few energetic young men to smoke and collect tolls at the village entrance made him invincible.

Compared to the situation before us now...

He himself was not even as good as an ant on the ground.

"Ran-ge, should we still go over there?" Xiao Fei, terrified, hid behind Jiang Haoran. "Those security guards all have real guns on their belts. If we get close, we'll be riddled with bullets!"

Jiang Haoran swallowed hard.

The last bit of jealousy and desire for revenge in his heart was crushed to dust in the face of such overwhelming power.

"Past my ass!" Jiang Haoran cursed.

"Stand here and wait! Nobody is allowed to move!"

Just as the four people stood trembling on the roadside, at a loss for what to do.

Boom boom boom.

A deep, rumbling engine roared from the village.

A black, top-of-the-line, bulletproof Mercedes-Benz G-Class drove out of the archway, braked sharply, and came to a steady stop in front of them.

The car window slowly rolled down.

Wang Dagou's shiny bald head was revealed.

He had half a chilled watermelon in his mouth and one hand on the steering wheel.

"Yo."

"Isn't this our village's war god, Brother Haoran?"

Wang Dagou looked at them with a forced smile.

"Hey, the food inside looks good. You seem pretty robust. What are you doing peeking around like that?"

Jiang Haoran saw the person in the car clearly; there was no trace of his former arrogant temper.

He threw the fertilizer bag in his hand onto the ground.

He quickly ran to the car door.

Two meters away from the G-Wagon, Jiang Haoran gave a deep 90-degree bow.

"Brother Gou!"

"Manager Gou!"

Jiang Haoran's voice trembled, and his head was almost touching his knees.

"I, Jiang Haoran, was blind before! I was completely blind!"

When Xiao Fei and the others saw that their older brother had bent over, they quickly dropped their bags and ran over.

The four people stood in a row on the side of the road and bowed at a perfect 90-degree angle.

"Brother Gou! Give the brothers a way out!"

Jiang Haoran raised his head, his face full of humility and pleading.

"When I came out of there, my pockets were emptier than my face, and I couldn't even afford to eat."

"Please put in a good word for us with Brother Chen, and we'll definitely mend our ways!"

Jiang Haoran clasped his hands together and kept bowing.

"We don't ask for anything else! We'd even clean the village toilets!"

"Or you could unclog the sewer!"

"I'll do anything as long as I have enough to eat!"

After hearing this, Wang Dagou threw the watermelon rind in his hand aside.

I wiped my mouth with a tissue.

"Cleaning toilets?"

"Our village's toilets are all intelligent and automatically cleaned now; not even a fly can get in. We don't need yours," Wang Dagou sneered.

Jiang Haoran's face turned ashen; he thought all hope was lost, and tears welled up in his eyes.

"However, Brother Chen is kind-hearted and spoke up early on."

Wang Dagou pointed his thumb toward the back mountain.

"After all, we all share the same surname passed down from our ancestors, so there's no need to go so far as to exterminate them all."

"See that newly built super cold chain logistics park over there?"

Jiang Haoran nodded repeatedly, like a chick pecking at rice.

"Go inside and find Brother Qiang."

"Have him get you four sets of work clothes and a safety helmet for each of you."

"Start as a low-level porter! Three meals a day provided, wages calculated by piecework!"

Wang Dagou slammed his fist on the car door, glared at it, and roared.

"You'd better work hard and move bricks!"

"If I find out again that you guys dare to cheat or cause trouble in the village..."

"I don't even need Brother Chen to lift a finger, I'll just break both your legs and throw you into the Qinghe River to feed the turtles!"

Jiang Haoran felt as if he had been granted a pardon.

"Thank you, Brother Gou! Thank you, Brother Chen!"

"Let's get moving bricks right away! No slacking off! Anyone who dares to complain about being tired, I, Jiang Haoran, will be the first to slap them!"

The four men were so moved that tears streamed down their faces. They picked up the fertilizer bags from the ground and ran towards the logistics park with immense gratitude.

This is the end.

The former bullies who once terrorized the village have been reduced to the lowest-level laborers in Jiangjia Village.

The last trace of evil and wickedness in the village was swept away completely by this absolute wealth and power.

……

Time flies.

The sweltering heat of early summer completely enveloped Nanjiang Province.

The cicadas in the trees kept chirping, and the asphalt road surface was softened by the sun.

Since the 100-day celebration controversy, Jiangjia Village's business has grown bigger and bigger.

However, Jiang Chen handed over all the business burdens and complicated reports to his team of professional managers who were earning tens of millions of yuan a year.

His greatest joy now is taking care of the kids.

Inside the bedroom on the second floor of the Jiang family's large single-level apartment.

The air conditioning was on full blast.

Jiang Chen was standing in front of the spacious walk-in closet, frantically rummaging through the wardrobe with both hands.

He casually tossed aside several Italian handmade custom-made suits worth hundreds of thousands of yuan, some even still with their tags on.

Su Qing walked in carrying two glasses of freshly squeezed, chilled watermelon juice.

Looking at the clothes scattered all over the bed.

Su Qing rolled her eyes dramatically.

"Village Chief Jiang, what treasure are you looking for here, rummaging through all these drawers?"

"The two little ones just finished drinking milk, and we'll have to take An Yan out for some fresh air later."

Jiang Chen didn't turn around and continued to search the bottom of the cabinet.

"Find my battle robe, the one I've kept hidden away!" Jiang Chen shouted back.

Su Qing put the juice on the table and teased him in an annoyed tone.

"Battle robes? Which one of those hanging in there wasn't personally flown over from a famous international designer to take your measurements? You could pick any one of them and walk the red carpet."

"Wearing those tattered suits will make you get heat rash! They're so out of touch with reality!"

Jiang Chen pulled hard.

Finally, I pulled something out of the storage box at the very bottom of the wardrobe.

He turned around and unfolded the clothes in his hands.

It was a white vest that cost 9.9 yuan with free shipping, which had been washed countless times and whose collar was yellowed.

He also wore an extremely flashy pair of floral shorts underneath.

Jiang Chen excitedly put on the old man's vest and shorts.

He looked down at his feet.

"Honey, bring me my flip-flops!"