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Time flies like an arrow; three months have passed in the blink of an eye.

A gentle breeze of early summer swept through Jiangjia Village. Laughter and cheerful voices filled the temperature-controlled lawn of the large, single-level courtyard.

Jiang Tianci and Jiang Anyan, these two little guys, are like inflated balloons, chubby and fair-skinned, with their little arms and legs kicking around everywhere.

Jiang Chen, wearing baggy floral shorts and flip-flops, squatted beside the stroller. For the past three months, he had delegated all his business, worth hundreds of billions, to his subordinates, spending his days in the yard tending to the two little ones.

"Wife! Come and see!" Jiang Chen shouted in a loud voice.

He slipped a finger into An Yan's chubby little hand. The little girl giggled and grabbed the finger tightly.

"Our daughter has such a strong grip! She definitely takes after me!" Jiang Chen grinned from ear to ear, looking like a silly son of a landlord.

Su Qing, dressed in loose silk loungewear, walked in through the floor-to-ceiling window carrying a bowl of freshly stewed premium bird's nest. She rolled her eyes dramatically.

"Keep your voice down! I just got Tianci to sleep!" Su Qing slapped Jiang Chen on the shoulder in annoyance.

Jiang Chen didn't even glance at his son in the other stroller next to him, his eyes fixed on An Yan. "My son's skin is tough, he'll play by himself if he's woken up. Our daughter is precious, what's wrong with me playing with her a little longer?"

"Your favoritism is so extreme!" Su Qing placed the bird's nest on the stone table. "Are you really not going to care about the business outside at all? Qiangzi called this morning to say that the cold chain logistics park is overwhelmed with orders."

Jiang Chen waved his hand dismissively. "Mind your own business! We spend billions a year supporting those professional managers, and if they can't even handle a few orders, they're all fired!"

He carefully lifted An Yan from the stroller, afraid of hurting the little dumpling with even the slightest movement. "These past three months, nothing has been more important than changing my daughter's diapers."

While Jiang Chen was immersed in the joy of taking care of the child, the provincial highway outside Jiangjia Village had already turned into complete chaos.

As the date of the Jiang family twins' 100-day celebration drew ever closer, the entire upper-class circle of Nanjiang Province went completely wild.

Outside the imposing white jade archway at the village entrance, rows of Rolls-Royces, Bentleys, and Maybachs were parked. Hundreds of chairmen and big bosses who usually wield considerable influence in the provincial capital were now kept outside the electric retractable gate.

Li Qiang, dressed in a sharp black suit, led eighty armed veterans, completely blocking the village entrance.

"Brother Qiang! Please have mercy!"

Mr. Li, the biggest real estate tycoon in the provincial capital, was sweating profusely. He had taken off his suit jacket and was clutching a heavy mahogany box tightly in his hands.

When the brocade box was opened, inside was an extra-large longevity lock, about the size of a palm, made of pure gold and inlaid with nine top-quality rubies.

"Mr. Li, your pure gold longevity lock is impossible to get in! Village Chief Jiang has spoken: no guests will be seen before the 100-day celebration!" Li Qiang shouted through a megaphone.

Mr. Li was so anxious he was jumping up and down, grabbing Li Qiang's sleeve. "Brother Qiang! Please be lenient! Even just letting me in to kowtow would be fine!"

"Kowtowing won't do!" Li Qiang said coldly, shaking off Mr. Li's hand. "Our Jiangjia Village has a rule: without an invitation, even the provincial governor has to queue outside!"

"Oh my god!" another mine owner exclaimed, slapping his thigh in frustration. "Brother Qiang! I'll offer twenty million! Can I buy just one invitation from your village?"

Li Qiang snorted coldly and waved his hand dismissively. "Twenty million? You think you can fob me off?! Step back! All of you, get back beyond the police line!"

The wealthy people outside complained bitterly, but dared not take a single step forward.

The invitations sent out by Jiangjia Village this time are circulating all over the internet. Limited to 500, each one is meticulously woven with pure gold thread, and the cover is printed with a lifelike double dragon playing with a pearl pattern.

These 500 invitations have become the most sought-after ultimate tickets in the domestic business and political circles!

Whoever gets one signifies officially entering the top echelon of China's elite social circle. Can't get one? That means your assets and connections aren't even enough to warrant serving in Jiangjia Village.

At this moment, in the top-floor chairman's office of the Su Group in the provincial capital.

Su Tianhao sat behind a large mahogany desk, where four internal telephones were ringing incessantly.

Xiao Ning stood to the side, holding a thick stack of visitor lists, sweating profusely with anxiety. "President Su! Five more CEOs from listed companies have arrived, insisting on seeing you!"

Su Tianhao ripped off his tie and grabbed one of the constantly ringing phones.

"Old Ma! It's not that I, Su Tianhao, am being heartless!" Su Tianhao roared into the microphone. "You know my son-in-law's temper; he's a man of his word!"

A bank manager's almost pleading voice came from the other end of the phone. "Old Su! We've known each other for thirty years! Just slip me a ticket out of your fingers and I'll approve a 5 billion yuan interest-free loan!"

Su Tianhao slammed his hand on the table. "Don't call me! I only have ten spots! There aren't enough for everyone!"

"What? You're offering 30 million for one ticket? What do you take me for?! Do you think I need your 30 million?! I'm hanging up!"

Su Tianhao hung up the phone immediately.

"President Su, why don't you try to talk to Mr. Jiang again?" Xiao Ning asked cautiously.

Su Tianhao leaned back in his large leather chair, his previously angry face instantly transforming into one of extreme enjoyment. "Make exceptions my ass! Jiang Chen's work is exactly what I want!"

Su Tianhao stroked his chin, laughing heartily. "Look at these old foxes who usually look down on everyone, they're all begging me like grandsons! I've never had such a great time doing business in my entire life!"

"Give the order! Anyone who mentions buying invitations again, have security throw them out! Do they think they can just see my grandson whenever they want?"

Inside a large, single-story courtyard house in Jiangjia Village.

Jiang Chen carried An Yan as they strolled on the lawn. The little girl's giggles echoed through the yard.

"Daughter, Dad's throwing you a big party in a few days!" Jiang Chen playfully flicked An Yan's nose with his finger. "Let those country bumpkins see what real class is!"

Su Qing sat under a parasol, sipping juice and complaining. "You just spoil them! How big are you going to make this 100-day celebration? Uncle Youfu and the others have been arguing about the menu at the ancestral hall for three days straight!"

Jiang Chen raised an eyebrow. "Bring out top-quality state banquet dishes! Uncle Fu and his eighty apprentices will serve a continuous feast of a thousand main courses!"

"Brother Chen! Brother Chen!"

Outside the large iron gate, Wang Dagou, bald and shouting in a hoarse voice, came running in. He was clutching a thick stack of documents and was panting heavily.

"What's wrong? Are you in a bad mood?" Jiang Chen handed An Yan to the nanny next to him and clapped his hands.

Wang Dagou wiped the sweat from his brow, his eyes wide with shock. "Brother Chen! Things have completely gone mad outside! On the black market, an invitation to the last row of the Jiang Family Village's 100-day celebration banquet is being sold for outrageously high prices!"

"I heard that Mr. Ma, who runs a shipping business, spent a full ten million to buy a platform ticket from a big shot from another province!"

Su Qing, listening nearby, nearly spat out her juice. "Ten million? For a standing-room-only meal? Have these people lost their minds?"

"Sister-in-law! You don't understand the current market!" Wang Dagou swallowed hard. "Everyone outside is saying that as long as you can show your face in front of Brother Chen, you can easily get a logistics order from our village and earn back a billion yuan!"

Jiang Chen sneered. "The food in my Jiang Family Village is that good? What about those who didn't get invitations?"

"Those rich kids are all frantic!" Wang Dagou pointed towards the outside of the village. "Several second-generation rich kids with family assets exceeding 10 billion yuan are trying to sneak into our village's logistics park to apply for waiter positions! Even the toilet cleaner positions are all taken!"

Jiang Chen listened, unsurprised, and took a sip of his tea. "Let them do what they want. Further increase security; anyone without an invitation will be treated as a forced entry!"

Wang Dagou took two steps closer and lowered his voice. "Brother Chen, there's something else. Do you remember Zhao Chengzhi from the provincial capital? He's the father of Zhao Tai, the one who drives the Lamborghini!"

Jiang Chen's gaze sharpened. "What happened to them?"

"That kid Zhao Tai's jealous. He's afraid he won't be able to make it in our circle if he doesn't get in. Zhao Chengzhi just sent someone to find me!"

Wang Dagou pulled a bright red property certificate from his pocket. "Damn it! Zhao Chengzhi sent me a property certificate for a seaside villa worth fifty million!"

"What did he say?" Jiang Chen put down his teacup, his tone turning eight degrees colder.

"He said if I could get him a regular seat ticket, he'd transfer the villa to me directly!" Wang Dagou shouted at the top of his lungs.