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

The next day, just as dawn was breaking.

The entire Jiangjia Village was still shrouded in a tranquil morning mist, and most of the villagers were still fast asleep in their warm beds.

suddenly!

The roar of car engines, coming from afar like rolling thunder, shattered the tranquility of the village!

"Put-put-put—buzz-buzz—"

Under the big locust tree at the village entrance, an old man who got up early to sweep the ground straightened his back and squinted his eyes as he looked towards the village entrance.

In the morning mist, five white Jinbei vans, each with a roof rack and the words "Hongtu Decoration" painted in bright red, lined up and drove in aggressively!

The way they were setting up made you think a film crew had come to the village to shoot a movie!

"My goodness, what... what's this for?"

The old man dropped the broom from his hand.

Without stopping, the five cars drove straight towards the depths of the village, towards the Jiang family's home.

Finally, in front of the empty courtyard of the Jiang family's old house, they lined up and came to a steady stop.

"Splash—"

The car doors were all pulled open in unison.

More than twenty workers, dressed in uniform blue overalls and looking energetic, jumped off the vehicle like well-trained soldiers.

They carried various professional toolboxes, electric drills, and cutting machines, and moved quickly and were well-trained.

Jiang Jianjun and Wang Xiuying had just gotten up. When they opened the door and saw the huge scene at the entrance of the courtyard, they were immediately stunned.

"What...what...what's going on?"

Wang Xiuying's legs went weak, and she almost collapsed to the ground, her voice trembling.

"Old man, no... could it be the demolition crew?"

Just as the elderly couple were at a loss, a slightly overweight middle-aged man who looked like a foreman came running up to them, his face full of humble and enthusiastic smiles.

He took out a pack of Zhonghua cigarettes from his pocket and respectfully handed it to Jiang Jianjun.

"Uncle! You must be Uncle Jiang Jianjun?"

"Don't be afraid, we're not bad people! We're Boss Jiang Chen! Your son sent us!"

As the foreman spoke, he pointed to the vehicles and workers behind him.

"Boss Jiang instructed us to do a quick renovation of your home! We guarantee it will be like brand new within five days!"

"You two just relax! Come inside, have some tea, watch TV, you don't need to worry about anything! We're very quick at getting things done!"

"Jiang... Jiang Chen, the boss?"

Jiang Jianjun and Wang Xiuying exchanged a glance, both seeing unparalleled shock in each other's eyes.

My son mentioned it on the phone last night, and this guy drove right to our doorstep this morning?!

That's terrifyingly efficient!

The commotion here had already alerted the surrounding villages and towns.

Countless villagers, dressed in pajamas and wearing coats, rushed out of their homes and surrounded the Jiang family's doorway in layers.

When they saw the five brand-new renovation trucks and the more than twenty professional workers, everyone was stunned into silence.

"Good heavens! Is the Jiang family trying to ascend to heaven?"

"They just brought back a truckload of New Year's goods the day before yesterday, and today they've hired a whole renovation team?"

"Look at their equipment and uniforms, they're clearly a large, reputable company! How much money did that cost?"

The workers ignored the surrounding chatter.

At the foreman's command, they immediately sprang into action.

Laying protective film, scraping off wall plaster, measuring dimensions, replacing wiring... the division of labor was clear, the movements were swift, and the cooperation was seamless. The whole scene was bustling with activity, yet everything was in perfect order!

In less than half an hour, the old furniture in the room was carefully moved out and covered with a dust cloth.

The dim light bulbs that had been there for years were removed and replaced with brand new LED ceiling lights.

The mottled, yellowed wall plaster was quickly scraped off by the workers' professional tools, revealing the red bricks underneath.

The idle men in the village squatted by the wall not far away, smoking their pipes and marveling at the sight.

"The foreman said the wages are double! They're rushing to finish by the end of the year, so they'll also be giving each worker a 1000 yuan bonus!"

"My goodness! This Jiang family kid is really extravagant now! He spends money like water!"

"This isn't renovation, it's just burning money on us!"

In a corner of the crowd, Aunt Liu Cuifen watched all this from afar, her face so sour it was almost dripping with tears.

She crossed her arms, her teeth practically grinding to powder, and sneered at an old woman next to her who was on good terms with her, saying disdainfully.

"Hmph, what a waste of time! What's the point of decorating so nicely?"

"Isn't it just a dilapidated bungalow at its core? If you're really capable, tear down this old house and build a three-story villa!"

Liu Cuifen's voice wasn't loud, but it was full of malicious speculation and jealousy.

She had no idea that her sarcastic remark would soon become a self-fulfilling prophecy.

What they didn't know was that Jiang Chen wasn't unwilling to cover it up.

But it was too late.

All of this is merely a temporary, elaborate setup to create a more glamorous spectacle for the upcoming New Year.