The younger generation, starting from where the wind blows...

Chapter 212: Wealth and honor do not return home, just like walking at night in brocade clothes

Yang Muyi and his group took a plane from Shanghai, stopped in Changchun, and finally arrived in Dali more than three hours later.

The hotel sent a car to pick them up from the airport.

When boarding the bus, Dong Yun refused help from Wang Yongzheng and another senior student, only accepting Zhang Anren's help to carry her suitcase.

Wang Yongzheng didn't pay much attention and turned to help Jiang Nansun and Zhu Suosuo carry their luggage.

However, Fan Jingang had already taken over the job.

"Thanks, bro!"

Zhu Suosuo thanked her sweetly.

Fan Jingang waved his hand:

"a piece of cake."

Everyone else had their suitcases loaded onto the car, but Yang Muyi's suitcase remained untouched at his feet.

Fan Jingang offered to help Yang Muye carry his luggage.

"No need, no need, I won't go with you," Yang Muye waved his hand and declined.

Fan Jingang, along with Jiang Nansun and Zhu Suosuo who were about to get on the bus, were all stunned.

"Aren't you coming back to the hotel with us?" Zhu Suosuo asked.

"Now that we're in Dali, of course I'm going home to stay."

As Yang Muye spoke, he opened his suitcase, took out a camera bag, and handed it to Zhu Suosuo.

"Mr. Ye's idea is to let us play for a couple of days first. I'll go back and let the village and town know. You can go and have fun on your own."

"Aren't you going to be our tour guide?" Jiang Nansun couldn't help but ask.

Yang Muye smiled:
"If I act as your tour guide, people who don't know the situation might think that the investment delegation from Jingyan Group can't even afford a tour guide. Doesn't President Ye have any pride?"

Joking aside, Yang Muye actually found it tiring.

As a native of Dali, I've visited countless local attractions.

Instead of wasting this time, I'd rather go back to Yunmiao Village and relax for a couple of days.

Isn't watching TV shows and playing games more appealing?
"Oh, right, I also prepared a gift for you two."

Yang Muye took out two packs of "facekinis" from his suitcase and handed them to Jiang Nansun.

This thing has been around for two years, but it will take another seven or eight years for it to really become popular.

Jiang Nansun and Zhu Suosuo opened it and immediately understood what it was for.

"Thank you, but we brought sunscreen, so we don't need this. You should keep it for yourself."

Zhu Suosuo handed her facekini back.

Yang Muye deliberately tried to scare her: "Yunnan Province is known for its harsh ultraviolet rays. It's easy to get tanned, but it's very difficult to get fair skin again."

Hearing this, Zhu Suosuo hesitated again.

"gone!"

Yang Muye waved to the crowd and pushed his suitcase toward a taxi on the side of the road.

At the entrance of Yunmiao Village, a group of grandmothers and aunties sat chatting under a big tree.

The topics were all about everyday family matters, and Aunt Gui had the loudest voice among them.

"Grandma Xie, has your Ayao called home these past few days? I saw on TV that there's been another sandstorm in Beijing these past few days."

Grandma Xie, who was embroidering, put down her needle and thread, looked up and said, "I just had it done yesterday, but it's the same old routine, only reporting good news and not bad."

"This shows that your Ayao is sensible. If my Dayang can do as well as Ayao in the college entrance examination next year, I will really have to thank God."

No sooner had he finished speaking than an older woman next to him joked:
“Agui, why do you only dare to let your son Dayang follow Ayao’s example? Muye’s college entrance exam score is higher than Ayao’s. You should let your son Dayang learn from Muye.”

Aunt Gui immediately waved her hand:

"The most important thing in life is to be down-to-earth. We in Dayang should just follow A Yao's example. As for those 'gods' like Mu Ye, we can't compare to them."

Someone nearby immediately chimed in:
"That old peacock from Deqing loves to brag. You actually believe what he says?"

Aunt Gui laughed:
“At first, when Deqing said those things, like Muye’s mother bought him a house worth more than 5 million yuan in Yanjing and Muye’s father bought him a Mercedes-Benz worth more than 3 million yuan, I thought Deqing was just bragging, just like you. But when Siping came back from Kunming a while ago, I asked him about it, and he said it was all true. Ayao told him it herself.”

As soon as these words were spoken, the surrounding grandmothers, aunties, and ladies all erupted in uproar.

"Didn't Makino's parents get divorced? Why are they still so willing to abandon Makino?"

"Exactly, they each have children now, yet they treat their original son so well. Why did they divorce in the first place?"

"Didn't they say that Mu Ye's household registration hasn't been transferred to Yanjing? Why is he buying a house and a car there?"

After everyone had finished their chatter, Aunt Gui cleared her throat.

"You guys don't understand this, do you? The reason why Deyuan and his wife, no, his ex-wife, are so good to the child is mainly because Muye himself is ambitious. Do you guys remember that Muye won more than three million yuan in the lottery during the summer vacation?"

"Others with so much money would have been indulging in all sorts of pleasures, but guess what Muye did? He invested the money and made over 20 million in just one month."

"This is what Siping told me personally, it's absolutely true. I was stunned when I heard it. It's one thing for Muye's parents to struggle to make money in Shenzhen, but Muye can earn so much money while studying. I don't know how rich he will be in the future."

In a place like Yunmiao Village, more than 20 million is already an astronomical figure.

Aunt Gui's words were like a nuclear bomb dropped on everyone's heads.

Everyone was so shocked they were speechless.

After an unknown amount of time, someone finally spoke softly:
"A-Gui, is Mu Ye really that powerful? How come Deqing hasn't heard a word about it?"

“These days, when someone gets rich, they like to brag about it everywhere. You know, you shouldn’t flaunt your wealth, right? If Deqing finds out about this, the whole village will know. From now on, Muye won’t have a moment’s peace when he comes back for a couple of days during his holidays. Otherwise, why would Muye have gone to Yanjing so early in August? You all agree, right?”

After saying this, Aunt Gui realized that everyone around her was looking at her strangely.

"What's wrong with you all? Did I say something wrong?"

Everyone remained silent, except for Grandma Xie, who sighed:

"Ah Gui, Mu Ye didn't even tell De Qing about the big money he made from investments, because he didn't want the whole village to know. But you took the initiative to spread the word for him. You should remember to keep your mouth shut in the future!"

Aunt Gui's expression changed, and she subconsciously covered her mouth with her hand.

broken!

She was just being impulsive and only now realized what she had said.

When Xie Siping revealed this news to her, he repeatedly told her not to tell anyone else.

Now, one can easily become a "sinner" without even realizing it.

Aunt Gui was filled with regret, but the news had already spread and everyone around her was talking about it.

Everyone started talking at once, and the more they talked, the more outrageous it became.

Phrases like "ancestral graves emitting auspicious smoke" and "ancestral homes occupying dragon veins" have started to appear.

Finally, Grandma Xie couldn't listen anymore and put down her needlework, saying:

"You people, don't you even think about what the Yang family's ancestors did? Isn't it normal for the younger generation to be more ambitious now?"

Now everyone fell silent. Back in the Republican era, the Yang family made their fortune by running caravans along the ancient Tea Horse Road in the village, and they were one of the most prominent families in Dali.

At its peak, most of the land in Yunmiao Village belonged to the Yang family.

Just by looking at the ancestral home built on that auspicious feng shui site right in the center of the old village, you can tell how glorious the Yang family was back then.

"Is the Yang family ancestral home no longer habitable?"

“After Deyuan became wealthy, he never thought of coming back to repair it.”

“Muye seems to be more capable than Deyuan now. He’s doing so well in Yanjing, so he probably doesn’t want to come back.”

Just as everyone was discussing and feeling sentimental, the village chief walked towards the village entrance.

Everyone stopped what they were doing and greeted the village chief.

Those who were closer to the person started chatting about everyday things.

"Director Xie, where are you going?"

"I'm picking someone up at the village entrance."

"Oh, who has such a big reputation that you, the head of the department, have to personally go and greet them?"

"This is the first college student from our village this year. I was the one who announced his admission notice over the loudspeaker!"

They had just finished discussing how Yang Muye had made a lot of money in Yanjing and probably wouldn't be returning to Yunmiao Village, so everyone's first reaction was that the village chief was talking about Xie Zhiyao.

"It's not Ayao, it's Makino."

The village head immediately clarified.

Everyone present was quite surprised.

Aside from the unexpected return of Yang Muye, the most surprising thing was the unusual act of the village chief personally greeting him at the village entrance.

When news of Yang Deyuan's rise to wealth in Shenzhen spread in Yunmiao Village, the village head at the time didn't show him this much respect.

"Director Xie, isn't Mu Ye studying at a university in Yanjing? It's not a holiday, why is he back?"

"That's right, it's fine to come back, but it's too much trouble for you, the head of the village, to go to the village entrance to greet him. People who don't know better would think that some leader has come to inspect the area."

They were all from the same village and related to each other, so they didn't hold back when they spoke.

The village chief explained with a smile, "Let alone greeting them at the village entrance, if anyone can bring tens or hundreds of millions of yuan in investment to our Yunmiao Village, I'll greet them at the highway exit or the airport gate without any problem!"

what?
An investment of tens of millions or hundreds of millions?

And they're going to invest in Yunmiao Village?

Everyone was stunned by the news.

If someone else had said this, people would have just thought it was a joke, but when it came from the village chief, it took on a completely different meaning.

Everyone was just talking about how much money Yang Muye had made outside, and then he immediately brought the money back to Yunmiao Village to invest and give back to his hometown.

This completely slapped those who were just a moment ago certain that Yang Muye would never come back in the face.

Those who were closer to the Yang family, like Grandma Xie, were not only shocked but also worried.

The locals can't stay in Yunmiao Village anymore; they have to go out to work.

Yang Muye, on the other hand, came back with money to invest.

Isn't this just a big goofball?
The village chief didn't explain further to everyone, because he wasn't quite sure what Yang Muye wanted to do when he came back this time. He only said that he was bringing a big boss over for an inspection.

As one of only two college students from the village this year, and with his parents running a large business in Shenzhen, even though they are divorced, I've heard they both value this son highly.

The village chief felt that Yang Muyi wouldn't joke about something like this.

Just then, a taxi drove towards the village entrance.

The village chief didn't think much of it and quickly went to meet him.

The car stopped at the village entrance, and Yang Muye got out.

The driver got out of the car and opened the trunk, and the village chief rushed forward to help Yang Muyi take down his suitcase.

"Director Xie, you're being so polite, it makes me feel a little uncomfortable."

"Don't mention it. I'm from the same generation as your father in the village. If you don't mind, just call me Third Uncle. Come on, let's go to the village committee. The Party Secretary is waiting."

The village chief wouldn't even let Yang Muye touch his suitcase, and personally helped push it.

As Yang Muye passed by the big tree at the village entrance, he greeted several acquaintances, including Grandma Xie and Aunt Gui.

In particular, when talking to Grandma Xie, he specifically asked Grandpa Xie how he was doing lately.

"You asked for A-Yao, right? My grandfather and I are both fine. When you go back, tell A-Yao not to worry and to focus on her studies."

"Grandma, I originally wanted to come back with Ayao this time, but he said he was too busy with his studies to get away. If you are sick or uncomfortable, please don't tell him the good news and hide the bad news from him. Now that transportation is convenient, going home won't delay anything. See, I'm back now, aren't I?"

Grandma Xie smiled and waved her hand:
“Our Ayao can’t compare to you. You’re much more capable than Ayao.”

Aunt Gui seized the opportunity to chime in: "Muye, I heard from Director Xie that you're going to invest in our Yunmiao Village? Tens of millions!"

"Yes, but I wasn't the one who paid for it; it was a big real estate tycoon in Shanghai."

Ye Jinyan and his group will be coming to Yunmiao Village for inspection in a couple of days, and Yang Muye has no intention of keeping it a secret from the villagers.

Aunt Gui asked curiously:
"How big of a boss?"

"Around fifty years old."

Everyone around burst into laughter.

Aunt Gui knew that Yang Muye was teasing her on purpose, but she wasn't angry:
"I mean, how much money does this boss have?"

"That's hard to say, but it's at least equivalent to forty or fifty of my fathers!"

Aunt Gui thought Yang Muye was joking with her again, so she turned to the people around her and started complaining:
"Listen to this! In his son's mouth, Deyuan, the father, is only fit to be a unit of measurement!"

Everyone around just took it as a joke, but the village chief quietly frowned.

Yang Deyuan has a very large business in Shenzhen. His exact net worth is unknown, but it is conservatively estimated to be at least three or four hundred million.

The big boss who came to invest and inspect this time is worth forty or fifty times more than Yang Deyuan, so his net worth must be over 10 billion.
A big boss of this caliber would be ranked among the top in the country; I, a mere village head, am probably not qualified to receive him.

After Yang Muye finished chatting with the group of grandmothers and aunties at the village entrance, on his way to the village committee, the village head specifically asked about this matter.

Don't ask, don't know, I'm startled when I ask.

After learning Ye Jinyan's identity, the village chief took out his mobile phone in front of Yang Muye and reported the matter to the town.

Ye Jinyan's investment and inspection trip to Dali was reported up the chain of command, and soon the leaders of the prefecture knew about it.

Just as Ye Jinyan and his entourage settled into the hotel, representatives from the state arrived at full speed.

After discussion, Ye Jinyan, Professor Dong, and two other senior executives from Jingyan Group decided to attend the welcome banquet hosted by the state leaders.

Daisy led the rest of the group to roam freely.

It was only at this point that Jiang Nansun and Zhu Suosuo realized what was happening.

Yang Muye didn't go back to the hotel with them in order to avoid this banquet.

(End of this chapter)