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

"I suddenly have a big plan to implement!"

Jiang Huixin snapped out of her daze, looked at Jiang Chen's incredibly bright eyes, and subconsciously nodded.

"Oh...oh! Okay! I'll go get it right away!"

She now has an almost blind trust in Jiang Chen.

If Brother Chen says he's going to do something, then it's definitely not a small matter.

……

Meanwhile, in the capital of Nam Giang Province.

In a basement that never sees sunlight and is filled with a damp, musty smell.

A young man with a haggard face and sunken eyes is staring at his phone screen.

The bank card balance displayed on the screen, those glaring two digits, filled him with waves of despair.

"Coo coo coo—"

The rumbling in his stomach reminded him that he hadn't eaten anything all day.

This young man was Jiang Chen's distant cousin, who called himself a once-in-a-century genius of Jiangjia Village and a PhD from a prestigious university in the provincial capital—Jiang Xuewen.

However, reality gave him a resounding slap in the face.

Jiang Xuewen was all talk and no action. He barely managed to get a diploma in school by relying on his cleverness and plagiarism.

After entering the workforce, he brought that self-righteous attitude to the workplace.

He looked down on this and despised that, always feeling that it was a great disgrace for a PhD student to be subordinate to a group of undergraduates.

As a result, he not only offended all the department heads, but also got caught red-handed a couple of days ago for secretly selling the company's customer information to competitors. He was fired and blacklisted by the entire industry.

Now, in the provincial capital, he is nothing more than a complete wretch.

Just as he was starving and seeing stars, a news notification popped up on his phone.

#The village chief's hardcore crackdown on counterfeits leads to millions in daily revenue at Jiangjia Village's market, boosting the county's economy!#

#A 300 million yuan investment to build a Hope Primary School, containing Tyrannosaurus Rex fossils—Jiangjia Village creates another miracle!#

Looking at the idyllic scenery of Jiangjia Village in the news, and seeing Jiang Chen standing confidently on the platform, Jiang Xuewen's eyes gradually turned red.

envy!

A maddening jealousy gnawed at his heart like a venomous snake.

On what grounds?

How come he, a country bumpkin who didn't even graduate from high school, can do so well?

And I, a PhD from a prestigious university, am stuck in this kind of place eating cold steamed buns?

"I refuse to accept this!"

Jiang Xuewen sat up abruptly from the bed that reeked of sour smell, gritting his teeth.

He rummaged through all his belongings and scraped together the last few hundred yuan.

Instead of buying food, he went to a black market near the train station that specializes in selling counterfeit goods and spent 100 yuan to buy two bottles of fake Moutai with "high-end" packaging.

Then, he used the remaining money to buy a bus ticket back to Qinghe County.

He wants to go back to the village!

He wanted to go back and use his "doctor" status to get a share of the pie from Jiang Chen!

He refused to believe that Jiang Chen, an illiterate man, could disrespect him, the only highly educated person in the Jiang family.

……

The next afternoon, a dilapidated long-distance bus stopped at the newly paved intersection in Jiangjia Village.

Jiang Xuewen, dressed in a wrinkled, cheap suit, with his hair slicked back with tap water, carrying two bottles of fake Moutai, walked proudly into the village.

In his mind, this time when he returned home in glory, wouldn't the villagers look up to him, the "college student," with the same admiration as before?

However, reality dealt him another blow.

At the village entrance, two burly security guards in black uniforms blocked his way.

"Stop! What are you doing?"

The security guard's eyes held a scrutinizing gaze.

Jiang Xuewen frowned, puffed out his chest even more, and spoke in an arrogant tone.

"I'm Jiang Xuewen, a member of the Jiang family! I'm just at home, why are you interfering?"

The security guard sized him up, from his ill-fitting suit to his ripped leather shoes, a hint of disdain in his eyes.

"We haven't received any notification that outsiders are strictly prohibited from entering!"

Jiang Xuewen panicked completely. He never expected that he wouldn't even be able to get into the village!

He screamed hysterically at the top of his lungs.

"Are you all blind? Look closely, I'm Jiang Xuewen! A PhD from a prestigious university!"

"I've returned to the village this time because I'm prepared to condescend to offer some guidance to Jiang Chen's elementary school!"

The commotion he made quickly attracted the attention of several elderly people who were playing chess under the big locust tree at the village entrance not far away.

When Jiang Wanhai saw that the visitor was Jiang Xuewen, a junior who was usually arrogant, a hint of disgust flashed in his cloudy eyes. He snorted coldly and turned his head away.

Jiang Xuewen, however, seemed to have seen a savior and quickly went over to him.

He slammed the two bottles of fake Moutai onto the stone table with a loud bang, making the chessboard bounce.

His face was plastered with a fawning smile, and his voice was so loud it seemed as if he wanted everyone to hear him.

"Third Grandfather! Great-Grandfather! You two are still in such good health!"

"I just returned from the provincial capital and brought you two some small gifts!"

Jiang Xuewen shamelessly pointed at the two bottles of wine.

"This is specially supplied Moutai! I pulled a lot of strings and spent over five thousand yuan a bottle to get it! Ordinary people can't even buy it!"

Jiang Wanshan, also known as the old man, merely raised his eyelids, glanced at the crudely printed wine bottle, and then smelled the sour stench of Jiang Xuewen who hadn't showered for days. A glimmer of understanding flashed in his cloudy eyes.

He didn't say anything, but silently picked up a chess piece and placed it on the chessboard.

Seeing that the old man ignored him, Jiang Xuewen was not embarrassed and continued to boast.

"By the way, Third Grandfather. I heard that Jiang Chen's Hope Primary School has been completed, right? Perfect timing, I, the PhD, am also back."

"His school must be short of highly educated management talent like me, right? Well then, I won't be picky. Considering we're all family, I'll let him just assign me a vice principal position. I'll consider it a small sacrifice to contribute to the family."

He kept rambling on and on, boasting about how amazing his "doctoral degree" was, and how Jiang Chen, who hadn't even finished high school, was completely unqualified to manage a school and would only corrupt the children sooner or later.

Just as he was talking so much that his spittle was flying everywhere and his mouth was dry.

Suddenly, a hand reached out from the side and grabbed the neck of the fake Moutai bottle.

Jiang Chen had somehow gotten behind him.

He looked at Jiang Xuewen with a half-smile on his face.

"Jiang Xuewen used a few dollars' worth of industrial alcohol to make fake liquor to fool the old master and the third master."

"Is this the kind of etiquette you learned abroad, you PhD?"