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"My goodness! Chenzi! Did you grow cabbage or winter melon?!"

Spring plowing has only been going on for two months.

The 10,000 mu of fertile land in Jiangjia Village has yielded its first bumper harvest.

Su Tianhao stood in a huge, temperature-controlled greenhouse that was several hundred square meters in size. He stared at the cabbages in front of him, each one bigger than a basketball, emerald green, and so plump that they looked like they were about to burst open. His eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

Today, he specially brought over a dozen core members of the Nanjiang Provincial Chamber of Commerce, driving a line of Maybachs and Rolls-Royces, and came over in a grand procession.

Ostensibly, they came to inspect their future son-in-law's agricultural base, but in reality, they were just showing off.

But the scene before him still exceeded his expectations.

A group of big bosses who usually wield great influence at various high-end forums and summits all looked like country bumpkins who had never seen the world before.

They were wearing high-end bespoke suits that cost tens of thousands of yuan, but they were squatting cautiously by the edge of the field, pointing at the vegetables.

"Old Su, did your son-in-law feed the vegetables some kind of magic pill? How come this cucumber is as thick as an arm?" A real estate manager, Mr. Wang, held a cucumber with its flower and thorns still attached, which was half a meter long, with an incredulous look on his face.

"And these tomatoes, each one looks like a little lantern, they're so juicy!" Another mining boss, Mr. Li, looked at the bright red tomatoes hanging on the branches and swallowed hard.

Su Tianhao stood to the side with his hands behind his back, his face full of undisguised smugness.

He cleared his throat and said in a tone of someone with experience, "My son-in-law is in agriculture, and he has his own unique set of methods."

"These vegetables aren't just big in size."

"You'll know once you try it."

After hearing what Su Tianhao said, Mr. Wang, the real estate manager, could no longer hold back.

He drank alcohol frequently for business purposes, which led to a severe chronic stomach ailment. He is now more careful about eating than taking medication.

But today, smelling the fresh aroma of vegetables in the shed, he felt his stomach was singing.

He reached out and, with a "snap," broke off the tenderest piece of the heart from a large cabbage beside him.

Ignoring whether it was clean or not, I stuffed it directly into my mouth.

"Click...click..."

The crisp chewing sound was particularly loud in the quiet greenhouse.

Everyone was looking at him.

After chewing twice, Mr. Wang froze on the spot.

His eyes were wide open like saucers, and his face was filled with shock and ecstasy.

"It's sweet!"

"This cabbage is actually sweet!"

He swallowed the vegetable leaf in a few bites, then closed his eyes, looking completely blissful.

A few seconds later, he suddenly opened his eyes and excitedly grabbed Su Tianhao's arm.

"Old Su! Amazing! Absolutely amazing!"

His voice was trembling.

"My chronic stomach problems of over ten years felt so good after eating this dish from your son-in-law! It felt so warm and comforting! It was fucking so comfortable!"

These words immediately caused an uproar in the entire greenhouse.

"What? It has this effect too?"

"Old Wang, you're not bragging, are you?"

"Quick! I want to try some too!"

A group of big bosses whose combined wealth could buy half of Nanjiang Province no longer cared about status or dignity.

They pounced on the field like hungry tigers.

This person breaks off a lettuce leaf, that person picks a red tomato.

The sounds of crunching and chewing echoed throughout the room.

Immediately following were various exclamations and "Holy crap!"

"My God! The texture! The taste! Absolutely amazing!"

"I feel like my hoarse voice, which I've had for decades, has become much clearer after eating this cucumber!"

"No way! Old Su! I'll take all the food you cook, my son-in-law! Name your price!"

"Bullshit! What are we supposed to eat if you pay for everything? Everyone who sees Boss Jiang's food must have a share!"

The group of people who were just calling each other brothers instantly turned red-eyed.

They surrounded Wang Dagou, who was in charge of looking after the greenhouse, and one by one they pulled out their checkbooks and began frantically vying for orders.

"Big Brother Gou! I'll offer five million! Reserve all the cucumbers for me this season!"

"I'll bid ten million! The tomatoes are mine!"

Wang Dagou had never seen anything like this before. Surrounded by a group of big shots, he was so frightened that he could barely speak.

"Bosses... Bosses... This... I can't make this decision! It's up to Brother Chen!"

"Where's your brother Chen? Call him here right now!"

"Our Brother Chen... he... he went to feed the pigs in the back hills..."

Wang Dagou hadn't finished speaking.

Mr. Li, who was in the mining business, noticed a basket next to him containing two hundred catties of Chinese cabbage that had just been picked that morning and was intended to be sent to the canteen.

He rushed forward in one stride, spread his arms wide, and protected the basket behind him like a mother hen protecting her chicks.

"This basket is mine! Nobody can take it from me!"

Mr. Qian, who was involved in the coal industry, panicked.

His wife hasn't been feeling well lately and needs this kind of good medicine to help her recover.

"You bastard, Li! You're hogging all the food! Leave me half!"

As Mr. Qian spoke, he reached into the basket to grab something.

Mr. Li was not about to give in.

"Get lost! I saw it first!"

Two big shots who usually make the whole industry tremble with their mere presence actually started pushing and shoving each other on the edge of a field over a few cabbages.

You push me, I'll shove you.

When tempers flare, neither of them will give in.

Mr. Qian grabbed Mr. Li's Hermes tie.

Not to be outdone, Mr. Li retaliated by grabbing Mr. Qian's hair.

"I'll teach you to fight me for it!"

"I'll fight you to the death today!"

Two men, whose combined age was over 100 and whose combined weight was nearly 400 pounds, started wrestling together.

They slipped and tumbled into the muddy ground beside them.

The soft soil, mixed with the irrigation spring water, instantly transformed their expensive suits into costumes for mud monkeys.

But none of them cared.

Still in the mud, they were tearing at each other with punches and kicks, cursing under their breath.

The group of big shots around them were all dumbfounded.

Su Tianhao's face turned green, and he covered his eyes, unable to bear to look.

If this gets out, the Nanjiang Provincial Chamber of Commerce will lose all face.

Wang Dagou stood on the edge of the field, watching the two Gods of Wealth rolling around in the mud, and was so anxious that he jumped up and down.

He wasn't concerned about whether the two bosses would get hurt.

But...

He opened his throat and, with all his might, let out a heart-wrenching scream.

"Hey! Hey! Hey! You two bosses! Stop fighting! Stop fighting!"

Please!

"Don't crush Chen-ge's cabbage!"