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Zhang Weimin's hand, holding the business card, hovered in mid-air.

He stared blankly at the young business tycoon before him.

Jiang Chen was wearing a pure white tank top with a yellowed collar.

She wore a pair of beach shorts with an exaggerated tropical floral pattern on her lower body.

He was casually wearing a pair of extremely cheap black flip-flops.

Dressed like this, walking at the village entrance, he was no different from those idle men sitting under the big trees enjoying the shade.

But it was this very person who, in just over half a year, used extremely ruthless financial resources and methods to successively bring down several established industry giants in the provincial capital, and even forced a multinational pharmaceutical group to its knees and beg for mercy.

The contrast between her identity and her attire is just too great.

Zhang Weimin was traveling incognito this time.

As a new official, he was eager to make a name for himself and achieve something that would impress his superiors.

The economic miracle of Jiangjia Village had already caused a sensation among the provincial leaders.

In order to find out Jiang Chen's background, Zhang Weimin was extremely pragmatic. He did not arrange for a police escort or notify the town's leadership to accompany him.

He only brought two personal secretaries and drove a dilapidated old Volkswagen Santana, entering the village in a very low-key manner.

The road leading into the village is smoother and wider than a highway.

As soon as he passed the village entrance archway, Zhang Weimin was completely stunned.

The newly built intelligent cold chain logistics park of the Jiang Group has an extremely large area.

Three long lines of heavy semi-trailer trucks were densely packed together.

A towering steel-structured warehouse building rose from the ground.

The yard is full of fully automated robots efficiently moving goods.

Its throughput is enormous and its freight frequency is more than ten times greater than that of the economic development zones in prefecture-level cities that are the focus of provincial development.

Zhang Weimin was sitting in the Santana at the time, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

This is no longer a remote, impoverished rural area; it's a super money-printing center hidden deep in the mountains.

He originally thought that President Jiang, who could control such a huge business empire, must live in a heavily guarded manor and be escorted by dozens of black-clad bodyguards whenever he went out.

Following the directions of the villagers by the roadside, Zhang Weimin pushed open the completely unlocked courtyard gate and saw Jiang Chen squatting in the yard personally grilling lamb skewers.

Zhang Weimin came to his senses.

"General Manager Jiang."

He walked awkwardly to the barbecue grill, pulled over a small plastic stool that cost a few dozen yuan, and sat down.

He handed the business card with the official title printed on it forward with both hands.

"I am Zhang Weimin, the newly appointed county head of our county."

"I came here specifically to visit you today..."

Before he could finish speaking, Jiang Chen didn't even take the business card.

He roughly shoved a large handful of dripping black goat meat skewers into Zhang Weimin's hand.

Jiang Chen picked up a towel and wiped his hands.

"You're County Chief Zhang, right?"

"Going to the countryside in this sweltering heat must be tiring."

"Let's eat some skewers first, then we can chat!"

Zhang Weimin held the steaming hot mutton skewers in both hands, the aroma of the heated fat filling his nostrils.

The fruitwood charcoal in the stove was burning bright red.

Jiang Chen fanned himself vigorously with a palm-leaf fan.

The mutton fat dripped onto the charcoal fire with a sizzling sound.

The cumin and special chili powder, brought out by the high temperature, released their most intense aroma, which, mixed with the unique sweetness of the top-quality, revitalized spring meat, forcefully penetrated into the noses of Zhang Weimin and his two secretaries.

Their mouths watered and their stomachs rumbled.

They had a meeting in the morning, and went straight to the countryside at noon without even drinking a sip of water.

Now, smelling this top-quality barbecue, I simply can't resist.

The bespectacled secretary standing at the back quickly stepped forward.

"President Jiang, this is not appropriate."

"Our County Chief Zhang has always had a sensitive stomach and can't eat too much oily barbecue..."

Zhang Weimin shoved his secretary's arm away.

"Get out of here!"

Looking at the sizzling, oily meat skewers in his hand, he no longer cared about his leadership image or personal conduct.

Zhang Weimin opened his mouth wide, aimed at the top piece of roasted mutton that was golden brown and crispy, and took a big bite.

Zhang Weimin kept spitting out the hot scald.

"hiss--"

But he simply couldn't bear to spit it out.

The crispy outer skin breaks open, and the rich, sweet meat juices burst directly in your mouth.

There was absolutely no muttony smell, and the meat was so tender it almost melted on the tongue.

Zhang Weimin chewed on the meat while praising it loudly.

"It smells so good! It smells amazing!"

"This lamb is amazing! I've never had such authentic roasted lamb at the most top-notch private restaurants in the provincial capital!"

Jiang Chen smiled nonchalantly.

"The black goats on our own farm are free-range and grow up eating the finest pasture and drinking spring water every day. How could they not be delicious?"

He pointed to the empty stool next to him.

"You two shouldn't just stand there like wooden stakes."

"Sit down and eat with us, I'll make sure there's enough for everyone."

The two secretaries were already drooling with envy as they watched their leader eat with his mouth covered in oil.

They quickly pulled over stools, sat down, and started stuffing meat skewers into their mouths.

Once they started eating, the two of them couldn't stop.

They've eaten at state banquets costing tens of thousands of yuan per table, but compared to the lamb skewers in front of them, everything they've eaten before was just low-class garbage.

Jiang Chen bent down and grabbed three bottles of green beer from the styrofoam box next to him.

Hold the bottle cap with your thumb and apply slight pressure.

With a few crisp sounds, the bottle cap flew off.

Jiang Chen handed the beer, still covered in frost, to Zhang Weimin.

"Eating barbecue without ordering something cold just feels like it's missing its soul."

"Take a sip to cool down."

Zhang Weimin took the beer bottle, tilted his head back, and gulped down almost half of it.

The icy-cold beer rushed into my stomach, suppressing all the fatigue from the morning and the sweltering heat of the bumpy dirt road.

Zhang Weimin shouted and wiped the foam from the corner of his mouth.

"happy!"

After a few skewers of top-quality grilled meat and a few sips of ice-cold beer, the initial awkwardness and formality were completely broken down.

Zhang Weimin completely abandoned his airs as county magistrate.

He held a few empty bamboo sticks in his hand, looking at Jiang Chen's leisurely and carefree appearance, feeling extremely emotional.

"Brother Jiang."

"You don't even have any security in this yard."

"When I pushed the door open just now, I thought I had come to the wrong place."

Jiang Chen brushed sesame oil onto the chives on the stove without looking up.

"Providing security in Jiangjia Village is like taking off your pants to fart."

"Unauthorized people from outside can't even get through the archway at the village entrance."

"If anyone foolish enough to sneak in, the village's hundreds of security guards could break him to pieces."

"I'm just a farmer and wholesaler. Having so many bodyguards around me makes me dizzy."

Zhang Weimin nodded and gave a thumbs up.

"Brother, your vision is truly impressive."

"When I came here, I passed by your cold chain logistics park, and the scale of it left this old planner completely dumbfounded."

Zhang Weimin sighed.

"Don't laugh at me, but I used to manage an economic development zone in the province for a few years."

"The daily throughput of your Jiangjia Village logistics park is even more terrifying than that of a prefecture-level city development zone that the province spent billions of yuan to build!"

Jiang Chen flipped the chives over, his tone flat and emotionless.

"It's just a minor skirmish."

"There are many people in the village, and we need to find everyone a decent job."

"If I don't do some logistics and warehousing, all the vegetables in my super farm will just rot in the fields and nobody will buy them."

Secretary Li, chewing on mutton, couldn't help but interject.

"President Jiang, you call this just a small-scale operation!"

"In the past six months, more than half of our county's GDP has been supported by your Jiang Group."

"Those cold chain companies under your name have directly monopolized the entire logistics network of the province."

"Now, when the provincial government holds meetings, they use your Jiangjia Village as a positive example every day!"

Jiang Chen picked up the cumin powder and sprinkled it evenly over the roasted chives.

"It's fine to use it as teaching material, just don't send people to check my accounts every day."

Zhang Weimin quickly waved his hand.

"Don't worry, brother, absolutely no one will dare to check your accounts!"

"The city has already made it clear that the Jiang Group is an absolute leading enterprise that we are focusing on protecting."

"Anyone who dares to cause trouble for you, I'll be the first to fire them!"

Zhang Weimin picked up a tissue and wiped the mutton fat off his hands, his expression becoming extremely serious.

He didn't come here today just to have some barbecue and get to know people.

Of the county's several million residents, apart from Jiangjia Village, which is extremely wealthy, many people in other townships are struggling to make ends meet.

As the newly appointed county head, he has a strong sense of responsibility and ambition.

Zhang Weimin put down the beer bottle in his hand and leaned forward slightly.

"President Jiang, to be honest, the rest of our county is too poor."

"I'm here today to learn from your experience and see if we can promote your Jiangjia Village's wealth-generating model throughout the county or even the province?"

County Chief Zhang stared intently at Jiang Chen.