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

On Qingming Festival, that day.

As dawn broke, the entire Qinghe County, no, the surrounding villages and towns, seemed to have been set to the same alarm clock.

Countless people converged on Jiangjia Village from all directions.

People were riding tricycles, driving cars, and even pushing strollers.

When we were a few kilometers away from Jiangjia Village, the car could no longer move.

Everyone had to get off the bus and walk. The dense crowd blocked the main roads leading to Jiangjia Village. The scene was ten times more exaggerated than a temple fair during the Spring Festival.

"Hey, brother, after squeezing in all this time, are you also going to see that shrine to the immortals in Jiangjia Village?"

"Absolutely! I heard that staying inside for a while makes your back and legs stop hurting; it's more effective than any magic pill!"

"What ancestral hall?! I'm just here to pick up money! Did you hear? Boss Jiang is giving out red envelopes today!"

The square surrounding Jiangjia Village was already packed with people.

To maintain order, Attorney Zhou even spent a lot of money to hire more than a thousand professional security guards from the provincial capital, who joined hands to form a huge human wall.

It was exactly 9:00 AM.

"Buzzing—"

A deep, loud rumble came from the horizon, growing louder as it approached.

Everyone instinctively looked up.

On the eastern horizon, a row of neat black dots appeared.

The black dot is getting closer and bigger.

When people saw what it was, hundreds of thousands of people in the square simultaneously let out a deafening gasp!

"An airplane! It's an airplane!"

"My God! So many airplanes!"

Thirty all-black Black Hawk helicopters, with their imposing appearance, were arranged in three standard "V" formations, like steel eagles circling in the sky, roaring in from afar!

They began to circle above Jiangjia Village, their huge rotors stirring up the air currents and producing a thunderous roar.

The terrifying noise instantly silenced the noisy square below.

Everyone looked up, mouths agape, speechless with shock at the scene they'd only ever seen in movies.

On the high platform, Jiang Chen, dressed in a custom-made black Zhongshan suit, stood beside the old master Jiang Wanshan with a calm expression.

He picked up the walkie-talkie and said only one sentence.

"Let's begin."

With Jiang Chen's command.

In the sky, the side doors of all thirty Black Hawk helicopters opened simultaneously with a "whoosh"!

Several burly men in camouflage uniforms appeared at the hatch.

Without a word, they carried the red sacks, each more than half a person tall, to the cabin door and then slammed them shut with the openings facing down!

next second.

The whole world seemed to be blanketed in a red blizzard!

Countless palm-sized red paper packets, like snowflakes swept up by a gale, poured down from the sky in a dense, overwhelming manner!

"It's red envelopes! It's a rain of red envelopes!"

"Hurry up and pick them up!"

After a brief moment of stunned silence, the silent crowd erupted!

"Mine! Mine! This bag is mine!"

"Stop fighting! Everyone stop fighting!"

Everyone in the square and on the surrounding hillside went mad.

Adults, children, men, and women all bent down and stretched out their hands to grab the "luck" that fell from the sky.

Cheers, screams, and excited shouts mingled together, as if they were about to overturn the sky.

An old man selling roasted sweet potatoes by the roadside was craning his neck to watch the commotion when a thick red envelope landed squarely on his forehead with a "thud."

The old man instinctively caught it, feeling its weight in his hand.

He opened it with trembling hands.

Inside was a stack of brand-new 100-yuan bills, still smelling of ink!

He counted them, and they were a full ten thousand yuan!

"Oh my god!"

The old man was so moved that tears streamed down his face. He even abandoned his sweet potato roasting oven and knelt down on the ground, kowtowing to the helicopter in the sky.

"Thank you, Boss Jiang! Boss Jiang is truly a living bodhisattva!"

The shopkeeper in town was an even tougher woman.

She somehow got hold of a large insect-catching net used for catching fish and insects, and standing there with the long pole, she frantically waved it at the sky.

With one cast, you can catch seven or eight red envelopes.

She was so happy she couldn't stop grinning, shouting as she scooped the food up, "I'm rich! I'm rich!"

Inside the helicopter cabin, Wang Dagou, dressed in a sharp suit and looking quite respectable, held a large megaphone and shouted at the top of his lungs at the crowd below:

"Dear fellow villagers! Please don't push or shove!"

"Today is a joyous day for our Jiangjia Village to be included in the family genealogy!"

"Our Brother Chen said, everyone who sees it gets a share! Everyone's happy!"

"There will be plenty of red envelopes in the sky! We guarantee everyone will come happily and leave with a full load!"

Wang Dagou's voice, amplified, resonated for several kilometers around.

The people below went even more insane upon hearing this.

This massive rain of red envelopes lasted for a full ten minutes.

According to incomplete statistics afterward, Jiang Chen spent nearly 200 million yuan in cash in this move.

This news, along with the video of the thirty Black Hawk helicopters circling and dropping money, spread like wildfire across all social networks in the country within just half an hour.

On this day, the name "Jiangjia Village" completely replaced all other trending topics.

It is no longer a simple village, but a symbol representing ultimate wealth and incredible things, deeply imprinted in the hearts of people across the country.