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three days later.

On the narrow, potholed cement road in Jiangjia Village, a hurried horn blared, completely out of place in this tranquil village.

A huge, bright red heavy truck with the words "JD Logistics" printed on its body was slowly reversing with great difficulty, trying to stop in front of the small shop at the entrance of the village.

The huge wheels rolled over the gravel on the roadside, making a "crunching" sound.

The small shop at the village entrance serves as both a parcel collection point and the village's "information exchange center."

At this moment, the core members of the intelligence center—Wang Dama, Li Shenzi, and others who had just finished square dancing and were sitting together eating sunflower seeds and gossiping—all stopped what they were doing and curiously poked their heads out.

"Hey, what's that big truck for?"

Aunt Wang spat out the sunflower seed shells from her mouth, squinted her eyes, and looked puzzled.

"Looks like a delivery truck. Could it be Old Liu's convenience store? Why are they making such a big fuss about getting supplies this year?"

"That doesn't seem likely. Old Liu always drives his little van to town to pick up his goods; why would he need such a big vehicle?"

Aunt Li shook her head, sensing that something was amiss.

Just as everyone was discussing it, with a "whoosh," the truck's air valve let out a loud screech and finally came to a steady stop.

The car door opened, and a young driver, dressed in red overalls and covered in sweat, jumped out of the high cab.

He was holding a thick folder with a long, densely packed list of printouts tucked inside.

He looked around, then shouted at the top of his lungs with all his might!

"Hello!--"

"Which one of you is from Jiang Chen's family?!"

"There are over a hundred packages for your family here! Could someone please come and help move them? My truck still needs to go to the next location!"

The driver's voice was like a depth charge dropped on a calm lake!

The entire village entrance fell into a deathly silence in an instant!

"What?!"

The handful of sunflower seeds in Aunt Wang's hand fell to the ground with a "whoosh."

Her eyes were wide open like saucers, her mouth was agape enough to fit an egg, and her face was filled with disbelief.

"How many...how many? More than a hundred?!"

"Who? Jiang Chen, that brat from the Jiang family?!"

Aunt Li even stood up from the stool and vigorously rubbed her ears, thinking she was hallucinating.

"Over a hundred packages? Transported in such a huge vehicle? My God! He...he bought the entire supermarket?!"

All the villagers in the surrounding area were in an uproar!

Everyone crowded around, craning their necks as if looking at a peculiar spectacle, staring at the huge red truck.

Seeing that no one responded, the driver walked impatiently to the back of the carriage and slammed open the heavy carriage door!

next second!

Everyone present gasped in shock!

The huge carriage was packed full of cardboard boxes of different sizes, each bearing the logos of "JD.com", "Tmall Supermarket", "SF Express", and others, piled up like a small mountain!

The driver began to laboriously unload the packages one by one from the truck, like a porter.

"Bang!"

A box with a large "Moutai" logo printed on it was thrown down.

"Bang!"

Another box with the "Chunghwa" cigarette logo printed on it.

Next came boxes printed with images of various imported fruits, nuts, milk, and home appliances…

In less than ten minutes, a "mountain of packages" taller than a person was piled up in the small open space in front of the convenience store!

A mixture of cardboard boxes, fruit, and a faint smell of money filled the air.

The news spread like wildfire throughout Jiangjia Village in just a few minutes!

Wang Xiuying, who was preparing lunch at home, and Jiang Jianjun, who was tidying up farm tools in the yard, exchanged a glance after hearing the village elder, Lao Liu's, excited and somewhat distorted shouts over the loudspeaker at the village broadcasting station. They both saw a sense of foreboding in each other's eyes.

"Jiang Jianjun! Wang Xiuying! Hurry up! Get on your tricycles and come to the village entrance!"

"The New Year's goods your son Jiang Chen bought for you have arrived! Hurry! If you don't come soon, there won't be any room left to walk in front of your house!"

The elderly couple felt a sudden jolt of fear. Forgetting about their meal, they hurriedly pushed out their small electric tricycle and headed towards the village entrance.

When they arrived at the village entrance, the elderly couple were stunned by the spectacular sight before them.

Wang Xiuying, in particular, felt her legs go weak and almost lost her balance when she saw the pile of express delivery packages that looked like a small mountain.

She gripped the handlebars of the tricycle, pointing at the pile of packages, her hands trembling.

"This...this...this spendthrift child!"

"How much money is this going to cost?! This is practically trying to kill me!"

She was cursing, cursing so hard that her eyes were red with anger.

But the villagers around her could see a kind of pride and self-satisfaction that she could not hide from her angry and anxious face.

That complex expression of "I'm heartbroken, but look, my successful son bought this" is something no acting skill can pull off.

Jiang Jianjun was completely stunned. He couldn't say a word, just staring intently at the packages, his pipe trembling slightly with excitement.

The surrounding villagers were in an uproar, pointing and whispering among themselves around the pile of packages, their voices filled with exclamations of surprise and envy.

"My God, this must be worth tens of thousands of dollars!"

"Tens of thousands? Look at what's printed on that box, it's Moutai and Zhonghua brand, it must cost at least 100,000 or 200,000!"

"Look at Jiang Chen! That's true filial piety! He's not even back yet, and the New Year's goods are already piled up like a mountain!"

"Jiang Jianjun, Wang Xiuying, what good deeds did you two do in your past lives to have such a wonderful son!"

Listening to the praise and envy around her, Wang Xiuying kept muttering "spendthrift son," but her back straightened unconsciously.

Jiang Jianjun silently stubbed out his pipe, looked at the mountain of cigarettes in front of him, then at his small electric tricycle, and for the first time, a look of happiness mixed with distress appeared on his dark face.

This……

How the hell are we going to pull this back?!