Renting a young, attractive woman to take home for the Chinese New Year infuriates the entire villag

Jiangmiao Village.

As soon as the car turned onto the road leading to Jiangmiao Village, Jiang Chen saw a large crowd gathered at the village entrance, accompanied by the sound of gongs and drums.

A large red banner with yellow lettering was strung from the trees lining both sides of the road: "Warmly welcome Comrade Jiang Chen, an outstanding young entrepreneur from Jiangmiao Village, to visit and provide guidance!"

Two old men were squatting on the ground nearby, pulling a string of large red firecrackers out of a cardboard box, with two large fireworks nearby as well.

Even though Jiang Chen was prepared, he was still taken aback by the scene.

Your presence is a great honor to offer guidance.

I'm going back to my own home, not coming down to inspect work.

Zhang Jianjun went a bit too far.

The villagers know he's rich; they didn't react like this when he spent five million on fireworks before.

Jiang Chen subconsciously felt that this was Zhang Jianjun's idea alone.

Sun Mengjia leaned closer to the car window, saw the words on the banner, and almost burst out laughing: "Old man, Uncle Zhang is something else. Anyone who didn't know better would think you were some high-ranking official."

Jiang Chen looked at Zhang Jianjun, who was standing at the front of the crowd.

The guy was wearing a brand new jacket, his hair was slicked back and shiny, and he was talking to the person next to him while craning his neck to look at the road.

Jiang Chen couldn't help but twitch his lips: "It seems this guy won't give up until he squeezes some money out of me."

Zhang Jianjun's grand scheme is definitely not just about recouping his investment; he probably wouldn't be satisfied even if I invested one or two million in his son.

But that's alright.

I was just worried about not having a chance to let a few energetic young women show off their talents.

Little did he know that this wasn't just Zhang Jianjun's idea; in fact, Zhang Jianjun strongly disagreed with the plan. It was the result of discussions among many villagers.

The one who took the lead was the village chief.

Jiang Chen always thought that five million yuan worth of firecrackers would be enough to give the villagers a lot to imagine.

After all, even if five million can't buy a Rolls-Royce Phantom, it can buy a Bentley or even a Range Rover.

Spending so much money on disposable fireworks, their net worth must be quite high.

But Jiang Chen was actually overthinking it.

Fireworks and firecrackers are commonplace, and even a five-million-dollar firework is just a firework in the eyes of many rural people.

They would talk about how Jiang Chen made money, but they didn't know how much.

Especially since Jiang Chen only bought a car that far surpasses others, they saw him as an even bigger nouveau riche who didn't know how to spend money.

Maybe they're just putting on a brave face.

It wasn't until they heard that Jiang Chen also owned two Rolls-Royces with the number "Leopard" and had businesses in Shanya that these people were truly tempted.

Jiang Chen saw them, and they naturally saw Jiang Chen as well.

Two young people squeezed out of the crowd and pointed their phones at this side.

As the two cars drew closer, one of them shouted out.

"Holy crap, it's a Rolls-Royce!"

"That's a Phantom in front, and a Cullinan behind it!"

"That must be tens of millions!"

The crowd erupted in chaos.

"Jianjun wasn't bragging, Chenchen really did drive two Rolls-Royces back."

"I heard that the little figure standing on the front of that car is very expensive; it's made of pure gold."

"Look at the license plate, look at the license plate, are the numbers consecutive?"

"That's true."

Several villagers who were crowded at the front subconsciously moved back a little, but couldn't help but tiptoe to look inside.

Some people looked on with envy, while others quickly turned on their phones to record videos.

Some people were already planning how to strike up a conversation with Jiang Chen later.

The Earth Red was finally lit after the convoy came to a stop and everyone stepped back.

Red paper scraps exploded on the roadside, and the smell of gunpowder seeped in through the half-open car window.

The car door opened.

Sun Mengjia couldn't hold back any longer and got off the bus first.

Her hair was blown by the wind, and she raised her hand to cover it. She appeared expressionless, but her eyes behind her sunglasses had already scanned the faces of the villagers.

Zhao Xue then came down, her black hair draped over her shoulders, a sweet smile on her face.

Xu Wan was tall and stood out conspicuously next to the group.

Wang Yuhan originally wanted to stay in the car a little longer, but when she saw Jiang Chen get out, she also got out of the car behind her.

Wang Siyuan was the last to come down.

She carried her work bag, her expression calm, though she gripped the bag a little tighter than usual.

Just as the group stood beside Jiang Chen, the village entrance suddenly fell silent for a moment.

Someone pointed at Sun Mengjia and whispered, "Isn't that the girl who came back with him for the New Year? Her demeanor is completely different!"

Sun Mengjia almost jumped up with pride. Even though she was trying her best to maintain her persona, she still unconsciously raised her chin and curled the corners of her mouth.

"Chenchen, I'm your third uncle. I used to hold you when you were little. Remember how you used to go to pick jujubes under the jujube tree in front of my house every time the jujubes came in season? Chenchen, you're quite the big boss now, this car is really impressive. Where are your parents?"

The crowd reacted and surged forward in a rush.

Jiang Chen thought to himself: Good heavens, you're only of the same generation as my dad. Let alone the fifth degree of kinship, our two families are already seven or eight degrees of kinship. How can we possibly be related?

However, one shouldn't hit a smiling face, and since he was counting on these people to boost his ratings, he naturally wouldn't start a fight on their first meeting.

However, before he could even speak, Zhang Jianjun squeezed in front of him and pushed him to the sides.

"Go away, why are you all crowding? Didn't you see Chenchen just got off the plane?"

"After such a long flight and the long journey back from Jiangcheng, they must be exhausted. We can talk about this later; let the child go home and rest first."

He was especially annoyed with the third uncle who had just greeted Jiang Chen: "How can you be so good at pushing and shoving at your age? You're practically pressed against Chenchen, you almost pushed him out of shape."

He had a loud voice and spoke with great conviction.

The villagers were indeed blocked for a time.

Jiang Chen said with a smile, "It's nothing, everyone is just being enthusiastic."

"Hmph!" Zhang Jianjun snorted coldly, "What enthusiasm? Even the most enthusiastic person needs to rest."

As she spoke, she opened the car door for Jiang Chen and pushed him into the car.

"Go home and rest first. I'll come find you when you're rested. Tell your parents first that I'll take care of things here for you."

joke.

He returned to the village early to show off and act as Jiang Chen's spokesperson in the village, not to let these people get close to Jiang Chen.

He really didn't expect that these people would be even more shameless than him once they knew Jiang Chen was really rich, putting up banners and setting off firecrackers, all like flies to meat.

These people keep calling him "uncle," "papa," and "grandma," as if he's no longer an outsider.

However, he knew that Jiang Chen disliked such excitement and even less so dealing with people. As long as he helped Jiang Chen resolve all the issues, he would remain Jiang Chen's sole representative in the village.

Even Jiang Chen's own second uncle couldn't help.

He was right about that.

Jiang Chen was too lazy to stand at the village entrance and answer a bunch of questions anyway, so he took the opportunity to climb up the ladder, greeted everyone briefly, and then led the girls home.

……

As soon as the gate of the old house closed, the sound of gongs and drums outside immediately fell silent.

Sun Mengjia finally couldn't hold back anymore. She threw her bag on the sofa, pounced on it, and covered her face, laughing for a long time.

"Old man, that felt so good. Did you see the look in that old lady's eyes at the village entrance just now? Last time she was telling other people that I wasn't a decent person, but this time her eyes were practically popping out of her head."

Xu Wan burst out laughing: "The key is that there's even a welcome banner. This is quite a show."

Even Wang Siyuan couldn't help but exclaim, "Today I finally witnessed what it means to have a grand spectacle of gongs and drums, firecrackers, red flags waving, and a sea of ​​people. This big boss is truly something else; going back to the village is like a leader going on an inspection tour."

Zhao Xue laughed and said, "Siyuan, where did you get all these words from? You Northeasterners are all comedians."

Wang Siyuan: ? ? ?

"No, these are all from the Spring Festival Gala skits."

Zhao Xue and Sun Mengjia exchanged a glance: "Huh? Really?"

Xu Wan and Wang Yuhan raised their hands together: "I can vouch for them, it was on the Spring Festival Gala."

Inside the house, everyone was chatting and laughing.

The situation outside the door was also far from peaceful.

Two Rolls-Royces were parked at the entrance of the alley, and the villagers didn't disperse at all; they surrounded them in layers.

Some people stood at a distance to take panoramic photos, some people got close to take pictures of the golden statuette on the front of the car, and some people squatted in front of the car to take group photos.

An old man walked around the phantom twice with his hands behind his back. He raised his hands, but then hesitated, afraid of getting them dirty, and ultimately didn't touch them.

"Jianjun, is this 'Thing' you're talking about really worth tens of millions?"

Zhang Jianjun, hands behind his back, chin held higher than anyone else's: "How could this be fake?"

"The one in front is called a Phantom, and the one behind is called a Cullinan. Look around Jiangcheng, how many people can drive back in two of those cars?"

"And look at these license plates, they're all top-tier consecutive numbers. The price of just the license plates alone is enough to buy a house in the city."

"Really?"

A blond-haired man immediately held up his phone and shoved it in front of the old man: "Look, it's all over the internet. The base price of this car is over nine million, and you can't even buy it for that price. You have to add accessories and taxes. The whole car will cost over ten million, not even counting the license plate. I reckon my license plate is more expensive than the car itself."

"Look at this license plate with consecutive numbers, it's 88888. For rich people, this license plate must be the number one in the entire Shandong province."

"The key is your background. Think about it, there are plenty of rich people, who wouldn't want a license plate with 88888? If you don't have some kind of background, how could you possibly get that license plate? Do you really think license plates are just a matter of winning a lottery?"

A collective gasp rippled through the crowd.

The people surrounding the car instinctively took a half step back.

This car is very valuable; I really can't afford to pay for it if it gets damaged.

Everyone's eyes instinctively turned towards Jiang Chen's house gate.

Jiang Chen has really made it big.

Has he really become the richest man in Shandong?

The village chief immediately squeezed next to Zhang Jianjun, took out a cigarette and offered it to him: "Jianjun, you're closest to Chenchen, so give us a heads-up. What kind of big business is he doing out there, and how did he make so much money all of a sudden?"

The others also stared eagerly at Zhang Jianjun: "Yes, we're all from the same village. If you have a way to make money, help us out too!"

Cool!

Why did he come back early?

Isn't this the moment we've been waiting for?

Zhang Jianjun cleared his throat and deliberately raised his voice: "You guys don't even know? Of course, we're in the tourism industry."