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

Jiang Chen didn't take Zhao Hu's threat to heart at all.

To him, this barking mutt wasn't even worthy of being his opponent.

The village merger agreement was signed quickly.

Under the witness of the legal team led by Attorney Zhou, the seven village chiefs solemnly pressed their red handprints on the merger agreement.

From this moment on, the territory of Jiangjia Village officially expanded eightfold.

A “super agricultural consortium” centered on Jiangjia Village is beginning to take shape.

That afternoon, the first batch of more than 300 eligible new villagers received new blue work uniforms issued by Jiangjia Village, as well as a meal card that allows them to eat for free in the canteen.

They held their brand-new work clothes, their faces beaming with barely suppressed joy.

An elderly man in his fifties stroked the embroidered words "Jiang Group" on his work clothes, and tears welled up in his eyes with emotion.

"After being a farmer my whole life, today... today I can finally be considered someone with a work unit!"

The entire newly incorporated village was immersed in a joyous atmosphere.

However, while some are happy, others are sad.

That evening.

The night was dark and the wind was high.

Zhao Hu, along with the dozen or so troublemakers who had been eliminated, each with a fierce look on their faces, quietly made their way to the greenhouse area on the edge of Jiangjia Village.

This is the core industrial base of Jiangjia Village, where rows of huge glass greenhouses resemble crouching behemoths in the night.

"Brother Tiger, are we really going to do this?" One of the underlings looked at the endless glass greenhouse, feeling a little apprehensive.

"What's there to be afraid of!"

Zhao Hu scooped a bucket of dark sludge from the stinking ditch by the roadside and spat it out viciously.

"That Jiang guy isn't letting us have an easy time, so we won't let him have it easy either!"

"Doesn't he cherish his lousy vegetables? Well, I'll give them a good 'fertilizer' today!"

After saying that, he pushed a dilapidated tricycle, which was loaded with mud, dead rats and all kinds of garbage dug out of the stinking ditch.

"All of you, get to it! Stick all this stuff onto the windows of his greenhouse! It'll disgust him!"

A dozen or so young people, blinded by hatred, led by Zhao Hu, went mad and frantically threw buckets of filthy garbage onto the clean, bright glass walls.

Black sludge mixed with green sewage left disgusting streaks on the glass.

However, what they didn't know was...

Their every move was transmitted in real time to the security center of Jiangjia Village via high-definition night vision cameras hidden in the treetops.

"Captain! Intruders have been discovered in the B3 greenhouse! They are engaging in sabotage!"

Inside the security center, alarms blared.

Wang Dagou was gnawing on a pig's trotter for a late-night snack when he heard this. He threw the trotter on the table, grabbed the walkie-talkie, and started yelling.

"Grab your weapons! Come with me!"

He led more than twenty security guards armed with riot batons, and sped off in a patrol car.

But by the time they arrived, Zhao Hu and his gang had already abandoned their tricycles and disappeared.

All that was left was a mess.

A dozen or so huge glass heaters were splashed with filth and emitted a foul stench.

Early the next morning.

Wang Dagou stood in front of the polluted greenhouse, looking at the disgusting stains, his face turning a liverish color with anger.

He punched the nearby utility pole, making the light bulb on it buzz.

"Damn it! These punks really don't know what's good for them!"

Wang Dagou turned around and roared at Jiang Chen, "Brother Chen! This can't just end like this! I'm going to the garage right now, get the excavator, go to Zhao Family Ridge, and raze that Zhao family's house to the ground!"

Jiang Chen stood to the side, looking at the dirty greenhouses, his expression calm.

He shook his head and stopped the enraged Wang Dagou.

"Da Gou, calm down."

"Using your fists to deal with these scum is too low-class."

Wang Dagou was taken aback: "Then what do we do? Just let them be so arrogant?"

Jiang Chen didn't say anything.

At that moment, Attorney Zhou, carrying his signature black briefcase, walked over unhurriedly.

He adjusted his glasses and handed Jiang Chen a document.

"President Jiang, all the legal procedures for the contracting of the 'Hongqi Reservoir' upstream of Qingshui Town, which you instructed us to do before, have been completed."

Attorney Zhou's tone was calm, yet it exuded an aura of absolute control.

"From a legal perspective, starting today, the jurisdiction and right to use that reservoir belong 100% to our Jiangjia Village. This includes all the sluice gates of the reservoir."

Jiang Chen took the document, a cold smile curving his lips.

He snapped his fingers.

"very good."

He turned to Attorney Zhou and instructed him:

"Now, take some men to Hongqi Reservoir. Close all the sluice gates that flow into the villages of Zhaojialing and Wangjiatun."

"Don't leave them a single drop of water."

Attorney Zhou's eyes lit up behind his glasses, and he immediately nodded.

"clear."

The news reached Zhaojialing in the afternoon.

Zhao Hu was sitting with his legs crossed in the village's mahjong parlor, spitting as he boasted about his "glorious achievements" the previous night.

"Let me tell you, I just threw a bucket of mud at it, and it hit the mark perfectly! When that guy surnamed Jiang saw it this morning, his face probably turned green!"

"Haha! Tiger is awesome!"

"Let's see if he dares to act all high and mighty in front of us again!"

A bunch of cronies surrounded him, showering him with flattery.

Zhao Hu drew a "three of bamboo" tile and threw it away triumphantly, completely unaware that utter disaster was about to befall him.

at the same time.

Village Chief Wang of Zhaojialing was rushing to the irrigation ditch at the west end of the village.

He looked at the riverbed, which was completely dry and even the stones were cracked from the dryness, and he stamped his feet in frustration.

This irrigation canal is the lifeline for the village's hundreds of acres of cornfields!

We are currently in the critical period of corn grain filling, and we cannot do without water for even a day!

If the irrigation canal is cut off, all the crops on these hundreds of acres will be ruined!

"It's over...it's all over! Everything's finished!"

Village Chief Wang plopped down on the dried-up riverbed, his face ashen.

"How could the reservoir be dry? Who did this?! Who dared to mess with Jiang Chen, that living devil?!"