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The festivities brought by the red envelope rain continued in the square.

Meanwhile, on the VIP access road to Jiangjia Village, a luxury convoy consisting of more than a dozen Rolls-Royce Phantoms and Bentley Mulsannes was slowly approaching.

The convoy stopped in front of the newly built, impressive archway at the entrance of the village.

The car door opened.

One by one, prominent figures who frequently appeared on Nanjiang Province's financial channel stepped out of the car.

Leading the group was none other than Jiang Chen's future father-in-law, Su Tianhao.

Today he was dressed in a dark red Tang suit, playing with two jade exercise balls in his hands, with a reserved smile on his face.

Following behind him were more than a dozen core members of the Nanjiang Provincial Chamber of Commerce.

Mr. Wang, who's in real estate; Mr. Li, who's in mining; Mr. Qian, who's in finance... each of them is a top billionaire with a net worth of tens or hundreds of billions.

They were all carrying beautifully wrapped congratulatory gifts.

Some are calligraphy and paintings by famous figures from previous dynasties, some are rare limited-edition wines, and the least valuable one is a combination lock box filled with thick gold bars.

"Chairman Su, your future son-in-law is incredibly generous!"

Mr. Wang looked at the helicopter formation still circling in the distance, clicked his tongue, and exclaimed in amazement.

"Yes, dropping two hundred million in cash from a helicopter—we never even dared to dream of such a thing before," President Li echoed, his tone tinged with awe.

Su Tianhao listened to everyone's compliments without showing any emotion on his face, but he was secretly overjoyed.

He cleared his throat and waved his hand: "It's nothing, just a small matter. Please excuse the commotion."

He led this group of bigwigs, whose mere stomp of their feet could shake the economy of Nanjiang Province, and strode confidently toward the ancestral hall.

Their goal was clear: to enter the inner courtyard of the legendary "shrine of immortals," witness the ceremony up close, and perhaps absorb some of the "immortal aura."

However, as soon as the group reached the huge white marble square in front of the ancestral hall, they were stopped by a row of burly men in black suits and sunglasses.

Leading the group was Ding Xiu, who had no expression on his face.

"Bosses, please wait a moment." Ding Xiu's voice was as cold as the Siberian chill, devoid of any emotion.

Mr. Qian, the finance executive behind Su Tianhao, frowned, took a step forward, and spoke with some displeasure.

"We're here to congratulate Boss Jiang, what's wrong? They won't even let us in the door?"

Ding Xiu didn't even lift his eyelids, he just pointed to one side of the square.

There, hundreds of long benches had already been set up.

"President Jiang has given the order." Ding Xiu's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears.

"Today, the inner courtyard of the ancestral hall will only be open to members of the Jiang family for the ancestral worship ceremony."

"Distinguished guests, you are all honored guests. Seats have been prepared in the square. Please take your seats."

Upon hearing this, all the bigwigs' expressions changed.

Why should these billionaire chairmen sit on those open-air benches?

This is utterly humiliating!

Mr. Qian immediately flew into a rage and slammed the checkbook containing ten million yuan in gifts onto the table in front of Ding Xiu.

"What do you mean? We gave a gift of ten million, and we didn't even get a VIP seat in the inner courtyard?"

"Aren't the rules in your Jiangjia Village a bit too much?"

He had barely finished speaking.

Attorney Zhou walked over from the side with his briefcase in hand, a professional smile on his face.

He picked up the check for ten million and handed it back to Mr. Qian with both hands.

"Mr. Qian, you've misunderstood."

Attorney Zhou's voice was gentle, but his attitude was unwavering and unquestionable.

"Our General Jiang said that we will not accept any gifts from outsiders at today's ceremony."

"In Jiangjia Village, we only care about rules, not money."

"If you feel that our hospitality has been inadequate, you may leave now; we will not force you to stay."

Mr. Qian was speechless with anger at Attorney Zhou's words, his face turning red, and his hand trembled as he held the check.

go?

Are you kidding me!

Anyone who walks away from the grand ceremony in Jiangjia Village now will become a laughing stock in the entire business community of Nanjiang Province tomorrow!

The atmosphere was about to freeze.

Su Tianhao laughed and walked over, patting President Qian on the shoulder.

"Old Qian, when in Rome, do as the Romans do! Chenzi has his reasons for making these arrangements."

He turned to look at Ding Xiu, nodded, and showed no displeasure on his face, but rather a hint of approval.

"This rule is well-established!"

After saying that, Su Tianhao actually took the lead and was the first to walk to the long bench by the square. He straightened the hem of his Tang suit and sat down steadily.

When the other bigwigs saw that even Su Tianhao was sitting down, they didn't dare to utter a single complaint.

One by one, they could only put away their gifts and obediently follow, sitting in a row on the long bench like primary school students.

Thus, a truly magical scene appeared in the square of Jiangjia Village.

Hundreds of top billionaires, whose combined net worth could buy half a small European country, sat upright, heads tilted back, holding sunflower seeds and peanuts distributed by the village, watching the huge LED broadcast screen in the center of the square.

The scene was both comical and deeply moving.

The reporters on the periphery, carrying their "long guns and short cannons," went crazy at the sight, snapping photos like machine guns.

A young reporter was taking pictures while excitedly muttering to himself, already thinking about tomorrow's front-page headline.

"Jiangjia Village has a strict rule: billionaires are only fit to eat sunflower seeds and sit on benches!"