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

The thunderous applause lasted for a full three minutes.

The entire village committee compound was like a pot of water boiling over, completely boiling over!

"Jiang Chen is awesome!"

"Two million! My God! Asphalt roads! Solar streetlights!"

"A true dragon is about to emerge from our Jiangjia Village!"

The villagers were so excited that their faces turned red. They waved their arms and expressed their extreme joy in the simplest language.

On the dais, Jiang Jianjun stood taller than the flagpole in the courtyard.

That pride, that sense of self-worth, made him seem to be glowing.

Among the crowd, the faces of Uncle Jiang Jianmin and Aunt Sun Yumei were beyond pale.

It was a deathly gray color, a mixture of shock, fear, and despair.

Two million!

This number, like an invisible mountain, crashed down, crushing all their scheming, jealousy, and petty cleverness to dust!

Jiang Jianmin felt his throat go dry, his heart was being squeezed tightly, and even breathing became difficult.

He knew it was over.

From this day forward, Jiang Jianmin will never be able to hold his head up high again in Jiangjia Village or in front of Jiang Jianjun.

Jiang Chen raised his hand and gently pressed it down.

A miraculous scene unfolded.

The deafening cheers actually subsided gradually with his simple action.

Hundreds of pairs of eyes were fixed on him, waiting for his next words.

At this moment, in the eyes of the villagers, Jiang Chen was no longer just Jiang Jianjun's son.

He's the God of Wealth!

He's a savior!

He is a great figure who can change the fate of Jiangjia Village!

"Folks, please be quiet."

Jiang Chen's voice remained calm, yet it carried an undeniable power.

"I'll pay for it."

"but……"

He then changed the subject.

"I have one condition."

The moment those words were spoken, the entire room fell into a deathly silence.

The villagers, who had just been so enthusiastic, suddenly felt their hearts leap into their throats.

condition?

What conditions?

Are they planning to take over the village's land?

Or perhaps, they want to contract all the projects in the village and take kickbacks from them?

Immediately, all sorts of speculations arose in people's minds.

Even the village head Jiang Shunde's smile froze for a moment, and he became somewhat nervous.

Only Jiang Jianjun on the podium remained as steady as Mount Tai.

He knew his son well; he knew that Jiang Chen would never make any demands that would put the villagers in a difficult position.

Jiang Chen looked around, taking in everyone's expressions.

He didn't keep them in suspense and said loudly:

"My conditions are very simple."

"After this road is completed, I hope it can have a name that belongs to our Jiangjia Village."

"I hope it can be called—"

Jiang Chen spoke each word clearly and distinctly, his voice reaching everyone's ears.

"Jiangwanshan Avenue!"

These five words were like an even more powerful bomb, exploding in everyone's minds!

Jiang Wanshan?

Isn't that Jiang Chen's grandfather's name?

The villagers looked at each other, stunned.

They had considered countless possibilities, but they never expected that Jiang Chen's condition would be this!

We named this two-million-dollar avenue after my grandfather!

What filial piety!

What an honor this is!

Among the crowd, several elderly people had tears welling up in their cloudy eyes.

They looked toward the corner of the stage, at the silent old man with a pipe in his hand and his back ramrod straight—Jiang Wanshan.

The old patriarch of the Jiang family had his lips tightly pressed together, his eyes red-rimmed, and his knuckles were white from gripping his pipe too tightly.

"Okay! Okay!"

Village head Jiang Shunde was the first to react. He slammed his hand on the table and roared excitedly:

"I'm the first to agree to this condition!"

"No problem! It's only natural!"

Jiang Shunde grabbed the microphone and shouted to the whole village:

"Jiang Chen funded the road repair for the entire village, accumulating merit and benefiting future generations! He is the greatest contributor to our Jiangjia Village in hundreds of years!"

"Who has a problem with naming this road after his grandfather?!"

"I propose that from now on, this main road in our village be named 'Jiang Wanshan Avenue'! Does everyone agree?!"

"agree!"

"agree!!"

"We have no objection! This is the name we should use!"

A thunderous roar of agreement once again resounded through the sky.

This time, his voice contained not only ecstasy, but also heartfelt admiration and recognition.

Only in a corner of the crowd, a few gossipy women who were usually close to Liu Cuifen and Sun Yumei had unpleasant expressions and were muttering sourly.

"Why should we use his grandfather's name to build a road...?"

"Yeah, this is just too much..."

Although their voices were soft, everyone around them could hear them clearly.

A hot-tempered, burly man immediately turned his head and glared at him!

"Hey, you from the Wang family! What are you babbling about?!"

"If you can come up with two million, we'll name the house after you, and we'll accept it!"

"If you don't have the ability, then shut your mouth!"

The woman blushed deeply after being rebuked, and under the disdainful stares of the entire village, she dared not utter another word, burying her head in her chest.

Jiang Chen felt a sense of satisfaction watching this scene.

That's the power of money.

No, this should be called the power of giving.

When your efforts bring tangible benefits to everyone, all opposition and jealousy will be crushed!

He ignored the noise, took out his phone from his pocket, and his gaze fell on the village committee accountant, who wore glasses and looked somewhat frail.

"Uncle Accountant".

Jiang Chen's voice was calm yet powerful.

"Give me the village's collective account. Now, immediately."

"I'll transfer the money."