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

"In our village, you can't get in even if you pay money; we only recognize our own people!" Wang Dagou said smugly to the security guard at the gate.

Our gaze travels past the snow-covered village entrance and back to the warm, spring-like courtyard of the large single-level house.

The huge floor-to-ceiling windows kept out the howling wind and snow outside.

The indoor temperature is maintained at a constant 25 degrees Celsius.

Su Qing curled up lazily on the large leather sofa. She was only wearing a very thin, burgundy silk nightgown. The hem of the dress slid down her fair thighs to the side. The neckline was open.

Jiang Chen pushed open the glass door and walked in.

He took off his coat and casually tossed it onto the coat rack by the door.

He strode up to the sofa, his tall frame looming over it.

Su Qing exclaimed in surprise, and the tablet computer in her hand fell onto the thick carpet.

Jiang Chen braced himself on either side of her, encircling her completely in his arms.

"Honey, you're shivering." Su Qing playfully pushed his chest.

Jiang Chen didn't move; instead, he braced himself even more firmly on the back of the sofa.

His tall body formed a cage.

"Is the floor heating set too high? Look at you, you're sweating." Jiang Chen's gaze swept down unabashedly.

A fine layer of sweat glistened on Su Qing's fair skin, shimmering alluringly under the light.

Su Qing bit her lower lip and picked up a nearby cushion to cover her chest.

"It's all because of that geothermal system you set up. It's freezing outside, and I have to eat iced watermelon to cool down inside," Su Qing muttered.

Jiang Chen reached out and snatched the pillow from her hands, then casually tossed it to the ground.

"Let me see if the watermelon is sweet," Jiang Chen said in a low voice.

He lowered his head and pressed his lips directly against Su Qing's lips.

A very aggressive, deep kiss.

Su Qing let out a muffled sob.

Jiang Chen's large hand naturally slid up her slender waist, stopping at the edge of her silk nightgown.

Through the thin fabric, my fingers could clearly feel the intense heat surging beneath.

Su Qing's face turned bright red.

"Stop fooling around. It's broad daylight." Su Qing tried to pull her hand back.

Jiang Chen not only didn't let go, but moved even closer.

His lips brushed lightly against Su Qing's earlobe, sending a shiver down her spine.

"So what if it's broad daylight? We're in our own home, who would dare come in and look?" Jiang Chen then kissed her collarbone.

Su Qing's breathing began to quicken.

She reached out and hooked her arms around Jiang Chen's neck, her body going limp like water.

The straps of the silk nightgown slipped silently down to the crook of her arm.

The two entangled on the sofa. The temperature in the air rose sharply.

Just as Jiang Chen's hand reached up along the hem of her skirt...

The phone on the coffee table started vibrating incessantly at an inopportune moment.

Jiang Chen paused, his brows furrowing.

Su Qing chuckled. She reached out and pushed Jiang Chen away, then tidied her messy hair.

"Hurry up and answer the phone, you busy man. It must be urgent," Su Qing urged, her face flushed.

Jiang Chen gritted his teeth. He picked up his phone and pressed the answer button, his tone very annoyed.

"It would be best if something extremely important happened."

Li Qiang's urgent voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Brother Chen! Come to the headquarters conference room quickly! Today is the last major accounting review of the year! Everyone is waiting for your decision!"

Jiang Chen hung up the phone.

He turned his head, looked into Su Qing's watery eyes, and reached out to brush the tip of her nose.

"I'll deal with you when I get back tonight," Jiang Chen said in a low, hoarse voice.

Su Qing blushed and glared at him, then straightened his shirt collar.

"Go quickly. Don't keep everyone waiting."

……

Conference room at the Jiang Group headquarters.

The spacious conference table was packed with people. All the leaders from various departments were present.

There are less than ten days left until the Chinese New Year.

This is the last meeting of the year.

Jiang Chen pushed open the door and went inside. He pulled out the boss's chair at the head of the table and sat down.

The audience was silent.

The newly hired financial director, Lao Zheng, stood up.

Old Zheng is a seasoned certified public accountant. But after working in the provincial capital for over a decade, he's never been this nervous as he is today.

Old Zheng held a thick stack of reports, his hands trembling slightly.

"Brother Chen." Old Zheng exhaled a long breath and reported excitedly.

"Our finance department worked through the night to calculate it!"

"The premium vegetables from the premium farm, the registration and medication fees from the longevity hospital, the OEM profits from the AI ​​factory, and the trunk line revenue from the logistics parks throughout the province!"

"All four sectors of our group are making huge profits!"

Old Zheng pressed down hard on the remote control.

A string of exaggerated red numbers immediately appeared on the huge LCD screen at the front of the conference room.

Ones, tens, hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands...

It stretched to a full eleven digits.

That's the total amount of net profit.

A total of tens of billions of dollars in cash flow!

It was simply sitting there in the Jiang Group's corporate account.

A collective gasp filled the conference room.

Wang Dagou's eyes widened, and he raised his hand to vigorously rub his bald head. His Adam's apple bobbed violently, and he swallowed hard.

Li Qiang sprang up from his chair, gripping the conference table with both hands.

"My God!" Li Qiang exclaimed dramatically.

"There are so many zeros that I can't even count them all! I used to work in an electronics factory, screwing in screws, and I couldn't earn even a fraction of this amount in ten thousand years!" Li Qiang slapped his thigh.

"Brother Chen, if all this money were exchanged for hundred-yuan bills, it could bury that big locust tree in our square!" Li Qiang turned to look at Lao Zheng.

Old Zheng pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses and answered seriously.

"Brother Qiang, if it were cash, the big locust tree would definitely be buried. We'd have to hire hundreds of security guards to dig up the money every day with shovels," Old Zheng joked seriously.

Wang Dagou turned to look at Li Qiang, his face filled with shock.

"Burying trees is nothing! If this money were exchanged for gold bricks, it could kill ten village bullies from Zhao Family Ridge! I could train my brothers' arm strength with gold bricks every day!" Wang Dagou loudly echoed.

The people below were all flushed with excitement.

These peasants who followed Jiang Chen to conquer the world had never seen anything like this before.

Jiang Chen sat in the main seat, picked up his thermos and took a sip of tea.

He stared at the astronomical figure on the big screen—a figure that would drive the richest man in the province crazy—without even raising an eyebrow.

For him, money is now just a string of numbers that keeps getting longer and longer, and he's tired of looking at it.

I felt absolutely nothing.

Jiang Chen placed the thermos on the table with a soft sound.

The meeting room immediately fell silent.

All eyes turned to the young leader.

Jiang Chen leaned back in his chair, his gaze sweeping over everyone present.

"You've all worked hard this year." Jiang Chen's tone was calm, yet it carried an absolute sense of pressure.

"The rules of our Jiangjia Village are never just empty words."

"Everyone should follow me and enjoy the fruits of my labor; I'll never hoard money in my accounts and let it go to waste!"

Jiang Chen set the tone with great domineering presence.

A burst of enthusiastic applause immediately erupted from below.

Old Zheng quickly flipped to another document.

"Brother Chen, the finance department has already calculated the generous year-end cash bonuses for all positions."

"Even the lowest-paid ordinary cleaners earn at least 100,000 yuan. The core management team all start at a million."

"The money can be deposited into everyone's personal account at any time," Old Zheng reported.

Jiang Chen tapped his fingers lightly on the table, making a rhythmic "tap-tap" sound.

He shook his head.

"Just handing out money is too vulgar," Jiang Chen said, looking at everyone.

"If you just swipe up a string of numbers, people won't experience the joy of the New Year at all."

"This doesn't reflect the genuine, down-to-earth atmosphere of our Jiangjia Village."

Upon hearing this, Li Qiang's eyes immediately lit up like searchlights.

"Brother Chen! What kind of physical gifts are you planning to give out? Gold bars? We've given out gold bars before, how about something new?" Li Qiang rubbed his hands excitedly.

Jiang Chen tapped his fingers on the table, a very down-to-earth idea popping into his head.

He recalled seeing villagers riding two-wheeled electric bikes, braving the wind and snow, to visit relatives a couple of days ago.

"I see that when people visit relatives during the Spring Festival, riding electric bikes or those old-fashioned tricycles is too cold. It's also easy to slip and fall."

Jiang Chen slammed his hand on the table.

"Alright! Contact the major car manufacturers and order the car for me with full payment!" Jiang Chen gave the order.

These words caused an uproar in the entire conference room.

Giving away a car as a Chinese New Year perk!

This is outrageously extravagant!

Li Qiang was so excited that his voice cracked, and he leaned forward to ask loudly.

"Brother Chen! What kind of car are you ordering? A Mercedes or a BMW? I heard that Land Rovers are pretty cool these days!" Li Qiang's eyes lit up.

He could already picture the whole village driving luxury cars and making a ruckus in the county town.

Jiang Chen waved his hand, decisively interrupting Li Qiang's fantasy.

"A Mercedes-Benz can't carry many people, has a low chassis, and isn't very durable!" Jiang Chen commented bluntly.

"People in our village need to transport New Year's goods and their entire families during the Spring Festival. Those delicate luxury cars can't even get over a pothole in the remote mountain valleys."

Jiang Chen drew a circle in the air with his finger.

"Let's order that national icon – the Wuling Hongguang!" Jiang Chen announced loudly.

Li Qiang's smile froze on the spot. He picked at his ear.

Wang Dagou also stood there, stunned, his mouth slightly open.

"Huh? Wuling Hongguang? Brother Chen, isn't that a van for hauling goods?" Wang Dagou scratched his head, looking puzzled.

"With our profits of tens of billions, isn't it beneath us to be sending out bread trucks?" Li Qiang muttered to himself.

Seeing their stunned expressions, Jiang Chen emphasized his words.

"What do you mean by lowering prices! You guys don't know anything about pragmatism!" Jiang Chen reprimanded him without any politeness.

"Just go for the Wuling Hongguang! It's sturdy, durable, spacious, and can carry both passengers and cargo!"

"If you slaughter a pig for the New Year, can you even fit a Mercedes-Benz in the trunk? You can just open the door of a Wuling and stuff three people in without any problem!" Jiang Chen pointed at Li Qiang's nose.

"Go tell the manufacturer, I want the top-of-the-line version! All seats must be genuine leather!"

"Replace all those plastic parts with high-grade materials!"

"Add a reversing camera and a panoramic sunroof! And upgrade the sound system to top-of-the-line so the aunties can play their favorite square dance songs in the car!" Jiang Chen waved his hand, issuing the ultimate order with great arrogance.

"Order me five hundred vehicles!"

……

After the meeting, this nouveau riche-like, hard-core demand was directly transmitted to the automobile factory in Nanjiang Province via telephone.

The factory manager was getting ready to leave work at that time.

Hearing the call from the sales department startled him so much that he fell off his chair.

Full payment! No bargaining! Tens of millions upfront!

They demanded that 500 top-of-the-line customized Wuling Hongguang vehicles be picked up within a few days.

The factory manager immediately called all the workers back from their holiday. They were paid triple wages and the production line was urgently set up. They dared not delay even a moment.

In the courtyard of the large, single-level apartment.

Wang Dagou held the garage floor plan, scratching his head in frustration.

"Brother Chen, five hundred cars! Can our square accommodate them all?" Wang Dagou scratched his bald head, looking worried.

"If you can't stop, just park on the street! This year, we have to have a cool year!" Jiang Chen waved his hand.