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

"Chairman Su, we're worth hundreds of billions, are you just going to sit here and let the cold wind blow on you?"

On a long bench outside the square, Mr. Qian cracked sunflower seeds while turning his head to mutter something to Su Tianhao next to him.

The bag of sunflower seeds in his hand was distributed by the village; it had a five-spice flavor and tasted pretty good, but no matter how delicious it was, it couldn't mask the resentment in his heart.

The esteemed head of the financial sector in Nanjiang Province, who oversees a fund of over 30 billion yuan, is now sitting on a narrow wooden bench, his backside feeling uncomfortable.

Mr. Li, who was standing next to him, chimed in, "That's right. I just glanced at them, and those villagers sitting inside all had ruddy complexions and big red flowers pinned to their chests. They had a more imposing air than we did."

Su Tianhao rolled his eyes.

He tossed a handful of sunflower seed shells into the nearby trash can, patted the crumbs off his hands, and spoke with the calm composure of someone who's been through it all.

"Old Qian, you don't know anything!"

Su Tianhao pointed to the direction of the golden ancestral hall in front of him and lowered his voice.

"Being able to sit here and soak up the ethereal atmosphere of Jiangjia Village is enough for you to brag about for half your life when you go back to the provincial capital."

"Try taking two deep breaths if you don't believe me!"

Mr. Qian was stunned for a moment, thinking that Su Tianhao was teasing him.

But curiosity got the better of me.

He took a sniff and first took a small sip.

I didn't feel anything.

He took two more deep breaths.

The next second, Mr. Qian's eyes widened and he grabbed Su Tianhao's arm.

"Hey? Something's not right, Mr. Su!"

Mr. Qian's voice changed, and he pointed to his nose with an incredulous expression.

"My chronic rhinitis, which I've had for decades, was so congested when I sat here just now, but now it's clear!"

"Both nostrils are clear!"

Like a child who has just discovered a new continent, he opened his mouth and took several deep breaths, his expression changing from shock to ecstasy.

"My God! Is there something added to the air?"

Upon hearing this, several other big shots nearby also started taking deep drags.

Mr. Li, who works in the mining industry, had been feeling tightness in his left shoulder and felt uncomfortable after sitting for a short while.

He suddenly stretched his neck a couple of times, making two crisp "crack" sounds, and felt as if his Ren and Du meridians had been opened, making him feel light and refreshed.

"Chairman Su, you're right... this place is indeed eerie."

Mr. Li had no more complaints. He sat up straight and obediently, as if afraid that the security guards would come and take him away.

Mr. Qian is even more ruthless.

This guy took off his Hermès suit jacket, spread it on the bench, closed his eyes, put his hands on his knees, and started to "inhale the immortal energy" like an old monk in meditation.

Su Tianhao secretly felt smug as he watched these usually arrogant big shots looking at him with such comical expressions, as if they had found a treasure.

You'll be lucky to get by working for my son-in-law.

While the wealthy on the periphery were all "cultivating immortality" in their own ways.

"Thump—! Thump—! Thump—!"

Three deep, resonant sounds of bells and drums echoed from inside the ancestral hall.

The sound had a penetrating power, like the sound of metal and stone, spreading out in waves, like a vibration surging up from the depths of the earth.

The tens of thousands of people in the square, whether sitting or standing, all shuddered.

Those eating sunflower seeds stopped, those chatting fell silent, and those filming held their phones up even higher.

All eyes turned to the main entrance of the ancestral hall.

The two heavy doors, each five meters tall and carved from a single piece of golden nanmu wood, slowly opened to the sides amidst the sound of bells and drums.

Pale golden light poured out from inside the door, mingling with the scent of sandalwood, enveloping the entire front courtyard.

Immediately afterwards, a figure strode out from the golden light.

Old Master Jiang Wanshan.

Everyone present who knew him was stunned.

The old man today was completely different from his usual self.

He was wearing a dark blue silk long gown in the style of the Ming Dynasty, with dark gold cloud patterns embroidered on the cuffs and collar, a brocade jade belt around his waist, and a black square cap on his head.

The entire outfit was custom-made by Jiang Chen from a time-honored brand in Beijing, using only the finest silk. The cost of this outfit alone exceeded 200,000 yuan.

But this is not the point.

The key point is the old man's spirit and vitality.

At seventy-eight years old, he stood as straight as a javelin, walked with a powerful stride, and each step on the white marble steps made a crisp "tap-tap" sound.

He doesn't look like a seventy or eighty-year-old man at all.

The effects of revitalizing the spiritual spring and prolonging life pills were fully demonstrated at this moment.

When the villagers in the square saw the old man's attire, they were initially in an uproar, but then erupted into thunderous cheers.

"The old man is mighty!"

"You look great! Even more energetic than my dad did when he was young!"

On the bench outside, Mr. Qian was so stunned that he didn't even notice the sunflower seed shells falling all over the ground.

"Chairman Su... how old is this old man this year?"

Su Tianhao spun the jade exercise ball in his hand twice and uttered two words indifferently.

"Seven or eight."

Mr. Qian gasped, his mouth agape wide enough to fit an egg.

Behind the old man was a group of people.

Wang Dagou was dressed in a suit and tie today, his hair neatly combed. He carried a mahogany tray with both hands, walking very carefully, even more carefully than if he were carrying his wife's ashes.

There were two things on the tray.

A brand-new, thick genealogy book with the four large characters "Jiang Family Genealogy" embroidered in gold thread on the cover. The cover is made of specially made Shu brocade, which feels smooth and delicate to the touch, and the inner pages are made of the finest Xuan paper—Red Star cotton paper.

Next to the family genealogy, there was a calligraphy brush.

To be precise, it is a pure gold calligraphy brush.

The penholder is made of a single piece of pure gold, engraved with intricate dragon and phoenix patterns. The nib is made of the finest purple hair, which Jiang Chen reportedly spent five million to have a master engraver from the capital spend a full month hand-forging it, hammering and chiseling it one stroke at a time.

This pen is for only one purpose today—to write the family genealogy.

The old man walked to the high platform erected in the center of the square, put his hands behind his back, and scanned the entire area with his sharp eyes.

Behind him, the entire new ancestral hall came into view.

The golden halo of the Phoebe zhennan wood and the emerald green light of the jade tiles complement each other under the warm spring sun, resembling a palace that transcends the human world.

Jiang Chen walked up from the side of the platform and picked up the loudspeaker used for village meetings.

"Sizzle—"

After a loud whistling sound, his voice clearly echoed throughout the entire square and reached every corner of the perimeter.

"The auspicious time has arrived!"

Jiang Chen's voice wasn't loud, but every word was clear.

"The Jiang Clan Holds a Grand Ceremony to Revise its Genealogy—"

He paused for a moment, then glanced at the eager faces below the stage.

"Let's begin!"

The moment those four words were uttered, the entire square fell silent, with tens of thousands of people speechless.

It was so quiet that you could hear the cicadas chirping on the distant field ridges.

The bigwigs on the periphery were even more startled.

Mr. Qian still had half a handful of uneaten sunflower seeds in his hand, so he quickly stuffed them into his pocket. Mr. Li subconsciously put down his crossed legs and straightened his back. The other executives also looked at each other, each sitting more upright than elementary school students in a public lesson.

They were afraid of making the slightest noise and disturbing the grand ceremony.

Su Tianhao glanced at the group of big shots next to him who were sitting on pins and needles, and the corners of his mouth curved up almost imperceptibly.

These people have finally learned to be afraid.

On the high platform.

Old Master Jiang Wanshan walked to the offering table, first facing the direction of the ancestral hall, and respectfully bowed three times.

Then, he reached out his wrinkled yet still steady hands and picked up the heavy, pure gold calligraphy brush from the mahogany tray.

The golden pen reflected a dazzling light in the sunlight, causing those in the first few rows to squint.

The old man held the pen, focused his energy, and spoke in a loud voice.

"Those whose names are called today will be added to the core family genealogy!"

"From now on, he will be the pillar of our Jiang family!"

"It's a bloodline recognized by our ancestors!"

"They are the legitimate members of the clan who are qualified to have their names inscribed on the ancestral tablet in this ancestral hall!"

Every word was like a heavy drumbeat, striking the hearts of everyone present.

The thousands of Jiang clan members below the stage began to breathe rapidly.

Many people's palms were already sweating.

The old man took a deep breath and turned to the first page of the family genealogy.

On the pristine white Xuan paper, there is not a single word, awaiting the first name to be written.

He raised his head, his gaze sweeping over the sea of ​​people below the stage, and shouted out each word in a loud, clear voice.

"Number one!"

"Leadership Ranking - Top of the List!"

"Jiang! Shi! Tou!"

The audience was stunned for a moment, then erupted in thunderous applause and cheers.

Jiang Chen turned his head and glanced at Wang Dagou beside him.

"Big Gou, where's the Stone Golem?"

Wang Dagou craned his neck to look around the audience and was dumbfounded.

In the crowd, everyone was looking left and right, searching for that nearly two-meter-tall bald man.

But Jiang Shitou's figure suddenly disappeared.