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

Jiang Chen stood in the dressing room and shouted at the top of his lungs.

Su Qing rolled her eyes and pulled out a pair of blue and white plastic flip-flops from the bottom of the shoe cabinet.

The soles of these slippers are almost worn flat.

"Village Chief Jiang, you're certainly having a very leisurely time as a big boss."

Su Qing kicked her slippers to Jiang Chen's feet and complained irritably.

"The Jiang Group's cold chain logistics park outside is overflowing with orders every day. We've taken over all the fresh food channels in the market."

"You, on the other hand, leave all your multi-billion dollar business to your subordinates, while you hide at home wearing these cheap, low-quality clothes that cost only 9.9 yuan with free shipping!"

Jiang Chen slipped one foot into his flip-flops, his toes wiggling casually outside.

Comfortable.

Not having to wear socks is one of the greatest pleasures of summer.

"A few hundred billion is nothing!"

Jiang Chen pulled down the old man's white undershirt that had turned yellow from washing.

"I spend tens of millions a year supporting those professional managers who graduated from Harvard and Oxford. If they can't even handle basic business, they can all get the hell out of here and go work in a factory fixing screws!"

Jiang Chen waved his hand dismissively.

"Professional matters should be left to professionals."

"My most important task right now is taking my precious daughter out to listen to the cicadas!"

Jiang Chen turned around and walked to the crib.

Little An Yan had just finished drinking her milk and was looking around with her two big, watery eyes wide open.

Jiang Chen bent down, steadily supporting the little girl's lower back and head with his left hand, and pulled her into his arms.

"Let's go! Dad's taking you for a drive!"

Jiang Chen reached out with his right hand and pulled out an old, worn-out palm-leaf fan from the cabinet.

The whiskers along the edge of this palm-leaf fan are all fuzzy.

This outfit is completely out of place in this multi-million dollar, fully-equipped, smart, temperature-controlled villa.

The outdoor temperature is frighteningly high.

The asphalt road was baking in the sun, and steam was rising straight up from it.

The cicadas in the trees were screeching wildly with their hoarse voices, making people's ears hurt.

Jiang Chen swaggered down the wide, tree-lined avenue, waving a tattered palm-leaf fan and clattering his flip-flops.

The newly planted precious ornamental trees in the village are growing lush and green, blocking out much of the scorching sun.

The security team on patrol saw Jiang Chen.

Ding Xiu, accompanied by a dozen or so fully armed bodyguards wearing bulletproof vests, stood at attention in unison.

"Hello, Brother Chen!"

The voices of dozens of burly men were so loud and clear that the leaves on the leaves fell to the ground.

"Keep your voice down! Don't scare my daughter!"

Jiang Chen glared at Ding Xiu.

Ding Xiu quickly covered his mouth and lowered his voice with an apologetic smile.

"Brother Chen, you're dressed really coolly. Should I send a sightseeing bus to take you to the village entrance?"

"What's the point of giving anything away? I'll just consider it exercise. You guys go on patrol and keep an eye on those freeloaders outside."

Jiang Chen waved his hand to dismiss the bodyguard and continued strolling forward.

The ancient locust tree at the village entrance, with a history of several hundred years, is a feng shui treasure for Jiangjia Village in the summer.

The tree canopy blocked out the sun, keeping the scorching sun completely out.

The old man had previously instructed Ding Xiu to have people install an imported constant-temperature cold mist spraying system under the tree.

Standing under a tree is more comfortable than being in air conditioning.

Five or six huge bluestone tables were placed around the tree trunk.

The village's elderly men and women all gathered here, fanning themselves and drinking tea, creating a lively scene.

Jiang Mancang was squatting on a stone bench, puffing on his pipe.

He looked up.

Good heavens, Jiang Chen, wearing bright floral shorts and slippers, strode confidently toward them.

Jiang Mancang quickly knocked out his pipe on the sole of his shoe.

He jumped off the stone bench and vigorously wiped the already clean stone slab twice with his sleeve.

"Chen-ge'er! Come, come, sit here!"

Jiang Mancang shouted at the top of his lungs, urging everyone to quickly make way for the best vantage point.

"Hey, the village chief's here!"

The surrounding villagers greeted him.

Jiang Chen smiled and nodded in response.

"Uncle Mancang, you sit down, don't worry about me."

Jiang Chen didn't stand on ceremony and sat down on the stone bench with an air of authority.

He crossed his left leg over his right, his flip-flops swaying in the air.

Xiao Anyan sat steadily on Jiang Chen's lap.

Jiang Chen held the tattered palm-leaf fan in his right hand and rhythmically fanned the little girl.

A gentle breeze blew along the palm-leaf fan onto An Yan's rosy cheeks.

The little girl was so happy she couldn't stop smiling, letting out a clear, cheerful laugh.

She stretched out her two chubby little hands and grabbed wildly in mid-air, trying to reach the frayed palm-leaf fan.

"Girl, this broken fan is dirty, we won't touch it."

Jiang Chen raised the palm-leaf fan a little higher.

An Yan couldn't reach it, so she pouted and spit out a clear saliva bubble in a wronged manner.

The hearts of several elderly women nearby melted at the sight.

"Oh my, our little princess is so beautiful."

"That's right, her eyebrows and eyes are like Su Qing's, and her bone structure is like our village chief's."

"Chen-ge'er, did you buy those floral shorts at the town market? The fabric looks quite breathable!"

Several middle-aged women gathered around, cracking sunflower seeds and chatting idly with Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen chatted happily with the group of middle-aged women about everyday matters.

He has absolutely no airs of a business tycoon.

Not long after.

Su Qing walked over carrying a high-end stainless steel thermos and holding a UV-protective parasol.

She wore a well-fitting silk dress and exuded an air of elegance like a big star.

Sitting next to Jiang Chen, the contrast was extremely stark.

Su Qing walked to the base of the big locust tree and put away her parasol.

She placed the thermos heavily on the bluestone table.

"Honey, what are you doing?!"

Su Qing unscrewed the thermos, poured a glass of chilled plum juice, and held it to Jiang Chen's lips.

"Look at the state you've become!"

Su Qing pointed at Jiang Chen's faded white vest and couldn't help but roll her eyes.

"A tycoon worth trillions."

"Chairmen of multi-billion-dollar corporations and real estate tycoons across the province would fight tooth and nail to see you."

"And you, wearing bright floral shorts and tattered plastic slippers, are here competing with the elderly for shade."

Su Qing glared at him coquettishly.

"He doesn't look like a CEO at all! He looks like a retired old man walking his bird!"

Jiang Chen took the cup and tilted his head back.

Gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh.

After downing most of a glass of chilled plum juice, the coolness went straight to his heart, making him shiver with relief.

"Honey, you're really clueless about this, aren't you?"

Jiang Chen used a palm-leaf fan to pat the colorful beach shorts on his thigh.

"Wearing those tight-fitting suits every day, who are you trying to impress with that air of superiority?"

"No matter how much money we make, we're still country folk. The rule in Jiangjia Village is that you can act tough outside, but when you come back to the village, you have to be down-to-earth!"

Jiang Chen curled his lip, his face full of smugness.

"That's what you call the warmth and vibrancy of everyday life!"

"I think these 9.9 yuan (including shipping) pair of shorts are a hundred times more comfortable than those hundreds of thousands of yuan bespoke handmade suits!"

Jiang Chen turned his head and looked at Jiang Mancang, who was smoking next to him.

"The people in our village like seeing me like this, don't they, Uncle Mancang?"

Jiang Mancang nodded repeatedly and gave a thumbs up.

"Chen-ge'er is absolutely right!"

"Our village doesn't follow those city frivolous ways! Even if Brother Chen is shirtless, he's still the god of wealth for our Jiangjia Village!"

The surrounding villagers all burst into laughter.

Just then.

From the other end of the big locust tree came a crisp sound of wood being struck.

"when!"

"General!"

This was followed by an angry outburst of curses.

"You old bastard, you stole my chess pieces again!"

Jiang Chen turned his head to look in the direction of the sound.

It's on a large stone table at the very back.

The two old men, Jiang Wanshan and Jiang Baichuan, had already set up a chessboard.

The two were locked in a fierce and evenly matched battle.

Today, the old man unusually didn't wear his heavy clothes, but instead changed into a loose-fitting Tang suit.

He held a large wooden "chariot" in his hand and slammed it hard on the chessboard, making the pieces on it jump around.

Jiang Baichuan stroked his goatee and stared intently at the chessboard.

He was so anxious that he kept rubbing his hands together and muttering strange classical Chinese phrases.

Jiang Youfu, sporting a bald head and wearing a red apron around his waist, stood by watching the commotion while holding a large enamel teacup.

Jiang Chen's eyes lit up.

I'm just idling around anyway.

He drank the plum juice in one gulp and put the cup on the table.

He held Xiao An Yan in his left arm, fanned himself with a palm leaf fan in his right hand, and walked straight over in his flip-flops.

"Great-Grandpa, that's not how you play chess!"