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Sun Yumei's tragedy was nothing more than a speck of dust in the fast-paced Jiangjia Village, not even causing the slightest ripple.

The development of Jiangjia Village did not stagnate in the slightest because of the personal fates of these clowns.

On the contrary, the bombshell of "Jiang Family Special Supply Grain" triggered an unprecedented boom in the entire Jiang Group's industries.

Especially logistics.

Whether it's the premium vegetables that improve physical health at the super farm, or the ancestral pills that are being snapped up at the longevity hospital.

Or it could be a smart product manufactured in a high-tech factory.

Everything needs to be shipped to all parts of the country via logistics.

When the original logistics park was designed, no one expected that the development of Jiangjia Village would be so terrifying.

Today, orders of tens of thousands or even tens of thousands of tons are pouring in every day, like a tidal wave.

Not to mention the current fleet size, even the throughput of the entire logistics park has been completely overwhelmed.

In the logistics park office, Wang Dagou was sweating profusely and yelling at Jiang Chen on the other end of the phone.

"Brother Chen! I can't take it anymore! I really can't!"

"The trucks waiting to pick up goods at the gate have already lined up for five miles from the village entrance! If this continues, the highway will be paralyzed!"

On the other end of the phone, Jiang Chen's voice was as calm as ever.

"understood."

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Chen stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the large apartment, looking at the long line of cars in the distance, and smiled slightly.

He picked up the walkie-talkie on the table and pressed the call button.

"Notify all senior executives in the group that there will be a meeting in ten minutes."

Ten minutes later, in the conference room of the Jiang Group, which was comparable to the Oval Office of the White House.

Jiang Chen sat in the main seat, looking at the congested logistics data on the projector in front of him, and slammed his hand on the table.

"pattern!"

"Still too small!"

Across from him, Jiang Xiaohu, who was in charge of infrastructure, was in a bit of a predicament.

"Brother Chen, we're already operating at full capacity. Unless we can magically create hundreds of acres of land."

Jiang Chen grinned.

"Who said it had to come out of thin air?"

He pointed to a large area marked as abandoned industrial land around the logistics park on the map and gave the order decisively.

"If we're going to do it, let's do something big!"

Xiao Hu, you take some men right now and buy all 300 acres of wasteland around here!

I don't care what method you use, whether it's a 50% premium or a 100% premium! Money is not a problem!

"I'm going to build the largest intelligent cold chain logistics hub in the entire Nanjiang Province—no! In the entire China!"

The funds poured out like a floodgate being opened.

Faced with Jiang Chen's terrifying financial power, any obstacle seemed pale and powerless.

The owners of the previously abandoned land didn't even dare to haggle when they saw the boxes of cash; they signed on the spot.

The T-800 robot engineering team has been deployed again.

Just half a month!

A modern, giant logistics base covering an area of ​​over 300 acres has sprung up on the land of Jiangjia Village!

The base is equipped with a fully automated sorting robot production line, a super-large underground constant-temperature cold storage matrix, and even its own dedicated railway line.

With the completion of the new logistics hub, the old personnel appointments naturally had to follow suit.

Wang Dagou, the head of the security team who had always followed Jiang Chen into battle and made great contributions, also ushered in the peak moment of his life.

Jiang Chen didn't even hold any complicated appointment ceremony.

He directly had Ding Xiu print out an appointment letter and posted it on the village committee's bulletin board.

[Wang Dagou is hereby appointed as the General Manager of Jiang's Logistics Group.]

A single line of text caused a huge uproar throughout the entire Jiangjia Village!

……

That morning, Wang Dagou stood in front of the bathroom mirror of his lakeside villa, looking at the person in the mirror, feeling as if he were dreaming.

He took off the black security guard uniform that he had worn for several years and that was covered in sweat.

He changed into a high-end custom-made suit made by hand with top-quality fabrics, personally measured by Jiang Qiaoyun, the village's "Jiang Yijian" (a famous hairdresser).

The navy blue suit looked a bit tight on his muscular physique, which was as strong as a black bear; every muscle seemed about to burst out of the fabric.

The silk tie around his neck was so tight that the veins on his neck bulged out, making him grimac in discomfort.

"Damn it, this thing is even more uncomfortable than a headband!"

Wang Dagou loosened his tie, looked in the mirror, and awkwardly tried to imitate the big bosses on TV, attempting to force a dignified expression.

As a result, when he smiled, his fleshy face and shiny bald head made him look even more ferocious than when he was the head of security.

His wife, a similarly burly rural woman, was excitedly straightening his collar, her eyes reddening.

"Honey, you...you're President Wang now!"

Wang Dagou grinned and waved his hand.

"What boss! I'm still Wang Dagou!"

With that, he swaggered out of the villa, drove the black Mercedes-Benz G-Class that Jiang Chen had given him, and arrived in front of the newly built logistics group building.

This is a 28-story glass curtain wall building that glitters dazzlingly in the sunlight.

Wang Dagou, with his large belly protruding, walked in with his hands behind his back and a swaggering gait.

Along the way, all the employees were dressed in neat uniforms, whether they were office workers or dispatch drivers.

Upon seeing him, they all stopped in their tracks, bowed respectfully, and greeted him loudly.

"Hello, Mr. Wang!"

Good morning, Mr. Wang!

The repeated calls of "General Manager Wang" made Wang Dagou feel incredibly comfortable.

He grinned, revealing a set of bright white teeth, and casually waved his hand, mimicking Jiang Chen's usual nonchalant demeanor.

That posture was as ridiculous as could be.

Hello everyone! Hello everyone!

Wang Dagou shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice booming like a megaphone.

"You all better fucking do a good job! You hear me?!"

Our logistics park is about to crush those bastards in the provincial capital!