A young man from another world returned to his hometown.

Should we equip even the most ordinary worker with 3M products?

Wei Changfeng fell silent and stood in the workshop for a while.

Then Lin Jiayao and the section chief continued to show Wei Changfeng around. The fishing area under the reservoir had been built into a very impressive place.

The asphalt road along the shore and the wooden boardwalk extend to the middle of the water, with a ring of green lychee trees embracing the water in the distance.

The water shimmered as they led Wei Changfeng along the wooden boardwalk.

Halfway there, Lin Jiayao casually pointed to a grove of fruit trees by the reservoir.

"Mr. Wei, look over there, that's the new grove of mother trees we're preparing to graft this year."

It was actually just an ordinary lychee grove, but thanks to Syl's magic, the leaves of these saplings were exceptionally glossy after being nourished by magic.

"Please try the fruit produced in our village; its taste is absolutely unique in the whole country."

Clearly, Lin Jiayao has once again made sense of the delicious food brought by Lin Yan's otherworldly magic.

Although Wei Changfeng studied mechanical engineering, he was a professor in that era, and he was considered a semi-expert in agricultural technology. The excellent growth and taste of the fruits in this forest also surprised him.

"Mr. Kobayashi! You've kept this from me for so long!"

Wei Changfeng pointed to the fruit seedlings in the distance that had been nourished by the magic of Xier, his fingers trembling.

Then, the old man turned around.

"President Lin."

"Old Wei?"

"Is this the purpose of your school?"

"Yes."

Lin Jiayao nodded emphatically.

"The rural development we see along the way doesn't lie."

Wei Changfeng reached out and firmly grasped Lin Jiayao's hand.

"President Lin! I was wrong. I chased you away with a broom; I was blind!"

Wei Changfeng burst into tears, pounding his chest.

"I didn't expect that..."

"I never imagined that there would actually be people in this world... who, after becoming wealthy, would return to help build their hometown!"

"Old Wei..."

"President Lin!"

Wei Changfeng grabbed Lin Jiayao's wrist.

"You can let me be the principal of this school; all you need is a dormitory room!"

"I want to pass on everything I've learned to the young people here. Please, Mr. Lin, give me this opportunity!"

Lin Jiayao froze completely; he never expected things to turn out this way.

According to his plan, he would have to visit Zhuge Liang three times and use all his persuasive skills to win him over.

As a result, the senior member himself begged to become the principal.

Lin Jiayao took a deep breath, suppressing his inner elation.

"Mr. Wei, I can't accept such a compliment. We will definitely provide the highest possible compensation, and rest assured, we will not do anything reckless."

Wei Changfeng nodded excitedly.

"Good! Good! Good!"

The technical school was planned to be located behind the Mixue Ice Cream building, and the foundation had already been built.

After Wei Changfeng arrived, he really couldn't stay idle for even a day.

The old man stood on the construction site, holding the blueprints, and pulled Section Chief Ma along.

"Comrade Xiao Ma, the ceiling height in this workshop is too low! The welding training workshop needs to be built separately, and the ventilation system must meet the standards. Otherwise, the students will ruin their lungs from the fumes!"

Section Chief Ma was frantically taking notes in his small notebook.

"Mr. Wei, you're right! We'll do it exactly as you say!"

However, just as the school construction was progressing rapidly, some discordant voices began to emerge from the county town.

A private room in a KTV in a county town.

The room was filled with smoke, and several middle-aged men sat on the sofa, their faces looking rather grim.

The leader was a fat man named Boss Qian, who wore a large gold chain.

He owns the largest internet cafe and game arcade around Guanzhen.

"This is really cutting off someone's livelihood!"

Boss Qian slammed the wine glass in his hand onto the table.

"Our shops are located north of a school, and they won't let us move there. Meanwhile, a new building is being constructed in Guanzhen to the south to attract people."

A tall, thin man next to him chimed in; he was Boss Zhao, who owned the karaoke bar.

"Old Qian, these guys surnamed Lin, it's one thing to run a bubble tea shop and lure students into playing mobile games, but why are they also going to start a school? Aren't they cutting off our source of income?"

"that is!"

Another fat man slapped his thigh.

"Most of my customers are kids from those villages in Guanzhen. If all those kids went to some school and learned technical skills every day, who would come to my shop to buy things?"

Boss Qian squinted and exhaled a puff of smoke.

"Therefore, this school absolutely cannot be allowed to open."

"But……"

Boss Zhao hesitated.

"Old Qian, I heard that the county has approved the school operating permits for everyone, so we..."

"So what if it's approved?"

Boss Qian sneered.

"The school needs equipment, right? They need to have these things brought in by truck, right? The only main road in Guanzhen is on our side. We'll find some old men and women to block the road every day and block their cars."

He glanced around, a sinister smile playing on his lips.

"I'll block his school's convoy, making it impossible for them to move, and see how much money they have to burn!"

"Brilliant! Old Qian, that was a brilliant move!"

Boss Zhao immediately gave a thumbs up, while Boss Qian gestured that he didn't need the praise and then took a sip of his drink with a smug look on his face.

A few days later, in Lin Jiayao's office.

He held the phone, his brow furrowing deeper and deeper.

"What happened? Construction has stopped!"

The driver on the other end of the phone complained.

"Boss! There are always old men and women lying down on the way here!"

The site manager has told him about this situation several times.

Lin Jiayao rubbed his temples.

This is very unusual.

Just then, Section Chief Ma pushed open the door and walked in.

His face was also ashen.

"I had someone follow those old men and women and found that they were all gathered together to collect money. This must be organized by someone."

Lin Jiayao's heart sank.

"The construction site is now shut down due to a lack of materials. Who could be responsible?"

"Based on the principle of who benefits, it's probably the owners of those entertainment venues in the county town."

Section Chief Ma stood up, paced back and forth with his hands behind his back, and after many years of working at the grassroots level, he immediately understood the situation.

"I can apply for escort, but it's only for the next transport convoy, so operations will probably have to stop for the next few days."

Lin Jiayao thought for a moment.

"Work stopped? The roads are blocked, but the sky isn't blocked, is it?"

……

A roaring sound echoed in the sky above the national highway at the village entrance.

Several villagers who were eating rice noodles at a roadside stall looked up.

"What was that sound?"

The rumbling sound grew closer and closer.

Several helicopters appeared on the horizon, carrying enough materials for the construction site for a day.

The villagers at the stall didn't even notice that the rice noodles in their mouths had fallen into their bowls.

They had never seen so many helicopters before.

"This...this is someone who's come to our village?"

"No way? Helicopters are this big?"

"My God! That's terrifying!"

Lin Jiayao took a deep breath and patted Section Chief Ma on the shoulder.

"Old Ma, I'm leaving the follow-up issues to you. We can't stop work even for a single day today. My brother said he may not have much else, but he has plenty of money."