A god-tier fishing spot, anglers lined up to give me money.

Hiss... Sister Lao, are you and Xiao Zhang back?

Yang Qi walked into the house out of curiosity and saw Yang Qinghui, the prison girl, wearing a white and blue floral dress that reached her knees, with her hair tied in a ponytail.

She has a pure and energetic appearance, but there are dark circles under her eyes, making her look tired and haggard.

His sickly appearance was completely at odds with his attire!

Standing next to him was Yang Huizhang, the son of his second uncle. He was tall and strong, the tallest person present, about 180 cm.

He was wearing a baggy white T-shirt and ripped jeans, with a small patch of blue dyed hair, giving him a slightly energetic look, and he also had dark circles under his eyes.

Su Guanyin was sandwiched between the two men, holding a piece of clothing in each hand, and couldn't stop smiling.

"Hey hey hey," Yang Qi said, arms crossed, leaning against the doorframe. "Am I included? I heard your voices from far away. What's wrong? Not doing your summer jobs? It's only August 16th."

Yang Qinghui turned her head, perking up slightly: "We're not fighting anymore. Dad said you've made some progress here and need more manpower, so he asked us to come back and help."

"When did you get back?"

"I hadn't even gotten comfortable sitting down yet."

Yang Huizhang came up from behind, put his arm around Yang Qi's shoulder, and grinned, "Old Qi, now that I'm with you, can you carry me to new heights?"

Yang Qi slapped his hand away, looking disgusted: "Go away, you high school freshman, study hard, stop staying up late, it's a waste that you don't have big eyes like a panda."

Yang Huizhang didn't care at all. "Want to go to the toilet tonight?"

"I'm busy."

Yang Qi interrupted him directly, "I'm going to a village meeting later, you can come along and support me."

"Haa..."

Yang Qinghui yawned widely, rubbed her eyes, and said, "Brother, I'm not going. I'm so sleepy. I worked overtime at the factory last night and just got back by car. My eyelids are drooping."

"Okay, you should get some rest." Yang Qi looked at her dark circles and felt a little sorry for her. "Go to sleep after you finish eating."

"I'll call Xiaojin and go with you. They're just a bunch of old men. What's there to be afraid of?"

Yang Huizhang patted his chest and said, "Anyway, I have nothing else to do, so I might as well go and see for myself."

"Make way, make way," Yang Xiaojin said as she walked over with the dishes.

Seeing the house suddenly become lively, Su Guanyin was overjoyed. "Let's eat first, let's eat first, we can talk after we finish eating."

Su Guanyin stepped out from between the two and folded the two pieces of clothing, placing them aside.

"Okay, I'm hungry anyway."

Yang Qi walked to the table and sat down, looking at the table full of dishes, even more abundant than at noon.

Braised fish, stir-fried pork with chili peppers, water spinach with garlic, stewed chicken with shiitake mushrooms, and a large bowl of loofah and egg soup in the middle.

The five people sat around a table. Yang Qinghui picked up some water spinach, ate a few bites, and said, "Hmm, Lao Di, your cooking skills have improved again."

"I'll try some too." Yang Huizhang picked up some food, put it in his mouth, and said, "It's good. I haven't had such delicious food in a long time."

"If it's delicious, eat more." Su Guanyin kept putting food on their plates. "Eat meat, eat meat, don't just eat vegetables."

"Eat more, look how thin you are."

"That's enough, that's enough, milk, the bowl can't hold it all." Yang Huizhang picked up the bowl and laughed.

Su Guanyin looked at Yang Qinghui and wanted to give her a gift.

Yang Qinghui also picked up her bowl and refused, saying, "Milk, that's enough. If you can't finish it, you can eat it yourself."

Yang Qi and Yang Xiaojin exchanged a glance, smiled, shook their heads, and buried themselves in their food.

After a while, as dinner was drawing to a close, Su

Su Guanyin put down her chopsticks and looked at Yang Qi: "Xiao Qi, don't get angry with people at the meeting tonight. You know those people in the village, they can be sharp-tongued, but most of them aren't bad at heart. Try to talk things out calmly."

Yang Qi nodded while chewing his food: "Grandma, don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

Yang Xiaojin chimed in from the side, "If they dare to act tough, Huizhang and I will stand at the door and see if they dare to make a move."

"Tch," Yang Huizhang scooped up a spoonful of soup, "with your small frame, who's going to look at you if you stand at the door? I'll have to stand in front."

"You? You're as skinny as a bamboo pole..."

"Alright, alright." Yang Qi raised his hand to interrupt the two of them. "Let's eat. Stop arguing. You can argue in the canyon after the meeting."

The two glared at each other and then buried their heads in their food.

Su Guanyin poured herself a bowl of soup and softened her voice: "Xiao Qi, are you clear about the buyout fee?"

"Yes," Yang Qi said, sipping his soup. "One price, 500,000. If they want it, great; if not, forget it."

"50... You have that much money?"

Yang Qi put down his bowl and looked at the old woman: "You don't need to worry about the money. I have a solution. At worst, I can borrow some money."

Su Guanyin opened her mouth, wanting to ask, but swallowed it back, and finally nodded: "Grandma, I can't help you, just know what's best for you."

After finishing her meal, Yang Qinghui went upstairs, saying weakly, "Brother, you guys, hang in there, I'm going to sleep..."

Su Guanyin looked at the three brothers with a worried expression, "Don't be impulsive, especially you, Huizhang."

"Okay, okay, Grandma."

"Let's go."

Yang Qi pushed open the door, and the moon hung in the eastern sky, illuminating the dirt road in the village.

The three brothers walked side by side on the village road, and a few barks of dogs could be heard in the distance.

Yang Xiaojin frowned and asked, "Brother, what if they don't agree to the 50 yuan?"

"Then let's start over somewhere else." Yang Qi said firmly. "There are reservoirs everywhere, there's no need to keep seeking water in one place."

"That's true."

Yang Huizhang put his arm around Yang Xiaojin's shoulder and said, "Brother Xiaojin, don't worry. As the saying goes, if this place doesn't want me, there are plenty of other places that will."

"Old Qi is so awesome, he can get hard anywhere, right?"

Yang Qi smiled and said, "You're such a clever and mischievous person."

"Haha, that's always been my way."

The road is short, and we arrived quickly.

The village committee meeting was held in the ancestral hall, which was already full of people, their voices buzzing.

A few people smoking at the door were somewhat surprised to see the three Yang brothers walking over.

Finally, all eyes fell on Yang Qi.

Yang Qi smiled, pushed open the door, and went inside.

A long table was placed in the center of the ancestral hall, with dozens of plastic chairs underneath, which were now full of people.

There were 32 representatives from all 32 households in the village.

The oldest among them was in their seventies or eighties, with completely white hair, sitting in the corner leaning on a cane.

As soon as Yang Qi entered the room, everyone's eyes turned to him.

Yang Guocheng sat at the head of the long table, next to Yang Siwen, the village party secretary, a tall, thin old man wearing glasses.

Upon seeing Yang Qi walk in, Yang Guocheng immediately stood up and waved:

"Xiao Qi, come here, sit here."

He patted the seat next to him, which was the main seat in the very center of the long table.

Yang Qi did not refuse and went over to sit down.

Yang Xiaojin and Yang Huizhang found a spot on a plastic chair against the wall and sat down.

Then, Yang Guocheng cleared his throat and slammed his hand on the table: "Quiet, everyone quiet!"

The buzzing stopped, and then it was completely quiet.

Yang Guocheng looked around and said in a low voice, "You all know why I called you all here today: the issue of buying out the reservoir."

Turning to Yang Qi, he said, "Xiao Qi said the price is 500,000, and everyone will split the money. What do you all think?"

The words had barely left his mouth when someone immediately chimed in.

"I disagree." Yang happy looked directly at Yang Qi and said, "Five hundred thousand is too low! How much money does that reservoir make a day now? How much will it make in the future? Eight hundred thousand, not a penny less!"

"I disagree too!" Yang Jinming chimed in. "The reservoir belongs to the whole village; we dug it together! Now that they've made money, they think they can just give us 50 yuan to get rid of us? There's no such thing as a free lunch!"

"Exactly!"

"Either pay more, or don't buy it outright; the annual renewal fee will be increased to 50,000!"

"Agreed, increase the price by 5."

One after another, the words became increasingly offensive.

Yang happy sat in the front row, crossed his legs, and sneered as he looked at Yang Qi with a smug expression.

Yang Qi sat in the main seat, his expression unchanged, very calm.

However, Yang Huizhang's temper flared up immediately.

He suddenly stood up, the chair legs scraping against the floor.

Everyone was startled by the commotion and turned to look.

Yang Huizhang, his face cold, swept his gaze over the loudest voices and said angrily:

"A bunch of old geezers, their eating manners are so disgusting! What was the reservoir like before my brother opened the fishing ground?"

"This is a godforsaken place, nobody wants it for 5,000 yuan a year. Now my brother is willing to put up 500,000 yuan, which he even took out a loan for. And you still think it's not enough?"

He paused, then sneered, his voice rising again: "Let me give you a piece of advice: leave yourself a way out, so you can meet again in the future! If you push your luck, you'll end up not even getting a scrap of soup. There are countless reservoirs, one more won't make a difference, right, Second Brother?"

Seeing that things were about to escalate, Yang Xiaojin reached out and tugged at Yang Huizhang's sleeve, lowering her voice: "Say less."

Yang Huizhang shook off his hand: "Brother Xiaojin, they're really pushing their luck. If we don't fight back, they'll think we're easy to bully! Besides, Brother Qi hasn't said anything yet, why are you backing down?"

The words were so blunt that Yang Xiaojin's expression changed, and he fell silent.

"Not bad, not bad, Huizhang is a great help to me..." Yang Qi sat on the stage listening, feeling extremely pleased.

Although Yang Huizhang was a bit impulsive, every word he said hit the nail on the head, saying things he couldn't say to someone's face.

"Huizhang, sit down," Yang Qi said.

"elder brother……"

"sit down."

Yang Qi waved for him to sit down.

Seeing this, Yang Huizhang glanced at him and sat back down.

Yang Qi sat in the main seat, his expression turning cold. His gaze swept over everyone in the audience, a playful glint in his eyes:

"My brother's opinion is my opinion. Five hundred thousand, no bargaining."

"If you're willing, I'll put up the money, sign the contract, and then lead everyone to make money in whatever way you want. If you're not willing, I'll leave tomorrow."

He paused for a moment, then said in a low voice, "As for... the agritourism plan, it's all scrapped."

"Whether we all make money together, or you all become poor together, the choice is yours."