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

"Sir, you don't need to worry about the money."

Jiang Chen helped the excited old man, Jiang Wanshan, to sit down, his face displaying a calm and composed demeanor.

He turned to look at Zhou Dazhuang, who was still in shock, and his eyes became extremely serious.

"Attorney Zhou, you immediately contact all the top ancient architecture design teams, both domestically and internationally. No matter the cost, bring them all to the village!"

"Also, go and investigate. Buy all the top-quality building materials in the world, whether it's golden nanmu wood that's been submerged in water for thousands of years or a whole piece of mutton-fat jade buried in the mountains. Buy everything that's good!"

"I want to use gold to cast the beams, white jade to pave the floor, and jadeite for the roof tiles!"

These words sent chills down the spine of even the seasoned lawyer Zhou.

This isn't building a temple; it's clearly building a palace for immortals!

Ignoring Zhou Dazhuang's shock, Jiang Chen picked up the walkie-talkie and switched to the public channel, his voice carrying to every corner of the village.

"Wang Dagou! Listen up!"

"Notify all construction teams currently working on projects to immediately stop all work, regardless of their specific tasks!"

"All project leaders must assemble at the village committee square within half an hour for a meeting!"

Wang Dagou, startled by Jiang Chen's unquestionable tone on the walkie-talkie, quickly replied, "Yes, Brother Chen! I'll go inform them right away!"

Hang up the communication.

Jiang Chen walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window and looked at the thriving land outside. An unprecedented sense of pride surged in his heart.

He made a resounding announcement to Zhou Da A and the old man behind him.

"Tell everyone!"

"This time, we're building an ancestral hall!"

"No budget limit!"

Actions speak louder than words.

Jiang Chen's first step was to target the golden nanmu, which is known as the "wood of emperors".

To build the first ancestral hall in China, the materials used must be of the highest quality.

Through his future father-in-law Su Tianhao's network of connections, he managed to contact all the top timber suppliers in five southern provinces in just one afternoon.

During the conference call, Jiang Chen's demands were simple and direct.

"I don't care if you have thousand-year-old sandalwood or ten-thousand-year-old petrified wood."

"I only want one thing: Phoebe zhennan wood, and it must be a top-quality old piece that has been stored for over a hundred years and has a diameter of over 1.5 meters."

On the other end of the phone, a boss who called himself the "King of Southern Laurel Wood" cleared his throat and said in a superior tone, "Boss Jiang, the kind of wood you want is sold by the gram, more expensive than gold. I do have a few of my most prized pieces, but the price..."

Jiang Chen interrupted him directly.

"I don't want just a few pieces, I want all the old Phoebe zhennan wood from your five provinces that meets my requirements, I'll take it all."

"As for the price, you don't need to give me a quote."

Jiang Chen spoke as calmly as if he were discussing the weather.

"You guys calculate the value of the goods you have, then add 30% to your target price, and send the final total price and bank account details to my lawyer."

"I have only one request: all the goods must be loaded onto trucks and sent to Jiangjia Village in Qinghe County within three days."

"The money, in full, will be credited to your account immediately."

There was complete silence on the other end of the phone.

Those self-important "wood kings" and "wood tyrants" who always talked about wood culture were all dumbfounded.

No bargaining?

Should we add another 30% to their target price?

Where did this deity come from?

Ten seconds later, the conference call erupted in chaos.

"Boss Jiang! Don't worry! I'll dig out the treasured sword that my great-grandfather passed down to you right now!"

"Don't even mention three days! I'll load it onto your truck tonight!"

"Long live Boss Jiang! The God of Wealth has descended to earth!"

A billion yuan, like a sudden flood, poured into the accounts of these timber merchants in just one hour.

For them, the SMS notification sound of a bank deposit arriving is the loudest bugle call to charge.

The entire southern timber market went completely mad.

The bosses were so excited that their eyes turned red. They personally went down to their deepest secret warehouse and directed the workers to carefully hoist the huge logs, which they usually treated like royalty, onto the truck one by one.

three days later.

Qinghe County.

This usually peaceful and tranquil small county town was hit by an unprecedented traffic jam.

From the highway exit all the way to the county road leading to Jiangjia Village.

More than two hundred heavy trucks, each adorned with a large red flower on its front, formed a long, seemingly endless steel dragon.

Each truck had an extra-long trailer towed behind it.

On the trailer, covered with thick tarpaulins, were several enormous logs.

Despite being covered by a canvas, the air was still filled with a unique and refreshing fragrance.

The aroma alone is enough to invigorate you and dispel much of the fatigue from the past few days.

Traffic throughout the entire county was completely paralyzed.

Everyone rushed out of their shops and homes, crowding on both sides of the road, pointing and commenting on the magnificent motorcade that resembled a military parade.

"My God! What's going on? Is an oil company building a pipeline?"

"No! Smell this! It smells amazing! It even clears up my chronic rhinitis!"

"I just saw a corner of the canvas billowing in the wind, and underneath was golden wood! Goodness, it's thicker than my thigh!"

The county traffic police brigade's phone lines are ringing off the hook.

More than half of the police force was deployed to maintain order, but it was still a drop in the ocean compared to the endless line of cars.

The news quickly reached the county magistrate's office.

When County Chief Zhang heard the report, he was startled, thinking that some large enterprise was going to carry out illegal construction in Qinghe County.

He didn't even bring his secretary; he personally drove there, honking his horn the whole way.

When they saw the huge banner at the front of the convoy, fluttering in the wind, that read "Dedicated to Construction Materials for Jiangjia Village Ancestral Hall"

County Chief Zhang froze on the spot.

He grabbed Wang Dagou, who was directing operations at the scene, and pointed to the endless convoy, his voice trembling.

"Xiao Wang... no, Mr. Wang... you... your Boss Jiang... are you going to build a palace in the mountains?"

Wang Dagou grinned, his face full of pride.

"County Chief Zhang, our Brother Chen said that the face of our ancestors is more precious than the imperial palace!"

Jiang Chen had already arranged for a construction team to build a temporary timber warehouse the size of a football field on an open area outside the village.

A tall electric fence was erected around the warehouse.

Dozens of armed security personnel, transferred from a security company, patrolled around the clock, maintaining a tight security presence, even more extravagant than guarding a treasury.

When those huge logs of Phoebe zhennan were unloaded by crane and neatly stacked in the warehouse.

Old Master Jiang Wanshan, leaning on his cane and supported by Jiang Chen, walked over.

He stretched out his wrinkled, slightly trembling hand and gently stroked a log with a diameter of nearly two meters.

The wood felt warm and smooth like jade, with golden threads flowing between its grain.

A layer of moisture gradually settled into the old man's cloudy eyes.

He lowered his head, and a hot tear fell onto the fragrant wood.

His voice was hoarse, with a hint of sob in it.

"Goodness..."

"This...this is the kind of wood that ancient emperors used to build palaces and make dragon thrones..."

"Our Jiang family...our entire Jiang family has been utilized!"

"Our ancestors... if you have spirits in heaven, do you see this?"