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"Oh my, Jianjun, you've really raised a fine son!"

"Exactly! Our Jiang family is incredibly lucky! I've known Chen'er would amount to something since he was little!"

The newly renovated courtyard of the Jiang family was busier than a village committee meeting at this moment.

Around the large eight-immortal table in the center of the courtyard, a large group of people sat, each with a smile as bright as a chrysanthemum and saying nice things like "it's free."

Jiang Jianjun and his wife Wang Xiuying didn't even know the names of most of these people.

But they all share a common identity—relatives of the Jiang family.

Some were cousins ​​of Wang Xiuying, some were distant brothers-in-law of Jiang Jianjun, and there was even a grandson who claimed to be a sworn brother of Jiang Chen's grandfather when they were young.

The saying goes, "When you're poor, no one cares even in the bustling city; when you're rich, even distant relatives come to visit."

The news that Jiang Chen donated two million yuan to repair roads in the village spread like wildfire, reaching every corner of the surrounding area within a day.

These "relatives" who hadn't been in contact for decades and were practically unrelated immediately sensed the scent of money and emerged from every nook and cranny.

The things they were carrying were also a variety of items.

Some carried a net bag of rotten bananas that didn't look very fresh, some carried a box of cheap snacks that were simply packaged and obviously from a small workshop, and some even came empty-handed with their families.

Jiang Jianjun was an honest man who valued "family ties" very much throughout his life.

Although he had his doubts, he felt bad about turning people away when he saw their warm smiles.

All he could do was bring out the top-grade Da Hong Pao tea his son had bought, along with some Jiuzhizun cigarettes, serving him fine tea and cigarettes.

While savoring the finest tea they had ever tasted in their lives, the group kept glancing into the room with undisguised greed, which made Wang Xiuying frown.

A thin, old man with sparse hair, wearing a jacket, who claimed to be Jiang Chen's "second great-uncle," took a sip of tea and smacked his lips.

"Jianjun, look, we're really relatives, so I won't beat around the bush with you."

The old man put down his teacup and spoke with a troubled expression.

"My little grandson just got into the county's top high school this year, and his grades are excellent! It's just that our family is poor. Look, we haven't even figured out how to pay for his tuition and living expenses yet..."

Before he could finish speaking, a middle-aged woman with a large face and heavy makeup immediately chimed in.

"Oh, yes, yes! Jianjun, my wife lost money in business recently and now owes over 100,000 yuan in debt. People come to our door every day to collect debts, and we're barely making ends meet! Look at how capable Chen'er is now, could you... lend a hand?"

As soon as the door opened, the courtyard erupted in chaos!

"My son needs to build a new house to get married, but he's still short 200,000 yuan for the bride price!"

"My daughter is dating a guy from the city and wants to buy a car, but she's still short about 100,000 yuan for the down payment!"

"I...I want to open a small shop, but I'm short 50,000 yuan in start-up capital!"

The cries of poverty, accompanied by various sighs, some genuine and some feigned, instantly surrounded Jiang Jianjun.

The faces that were originally quite kind now seemed to scream "it's only natural."

In their eyes, Jiang Chen casually threw out two million to repair the road, and even a little bit of that money was enough for them to live on for a lifetime!

Jiang Jianjun was sweating profusely and at a loss for what to do in this situation.

He wanted to refuse, but the words caught in his throat as he was addressed as "nephew" and "good nephew."

In rural society, personal relationships and face are the most important things.

If you become rich and don't help your poor relatives, the labels of "rich but heartless" and "ungrateful" will crush you!

"This...this..."

Jiang Jianjun hesitated, looking at the "second maternal uncle" who claimed that his grandson couldn't afford to go to school, and his heart softened, almost nodding in agreement.

Just then.

A calm voice came from inside the house.

"Dad, it's so lively outside!"

Jiang Chen, dressed in casual clothes, slowly walked out of the house.

He wore a warm smile, seemingly oblivious to the tense atmosphere in the courtyard.

"Chen'er! You've come at the perfect time!"

The heavily made-up woman's eyes lit up, and she quickly got up to greet her.

"You come and be the judge! Our lives have deteriorated to this point, and your dad still..."

Jiang Chen waved his hand, interrupting her.

His gaze swept over the faces in the courtyard, faces filled with greed and calculation, and the smile on his lips deepened.

"Dear uncles, aunts, and great-uncles."

Jiang Chen's voice wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.

"Everyone has come all this way, which is a great honor for our family."

"Everyone has their difficulties. Since everyone has spoken up today, I, as a junior, certainly can't just sit idly by."

As soon as he said that, everyone's eyes lit up!

There is a play!

Jiang Jianjun panicked and tried to pull his son back.

Jiang Chen gave him a wink, signaling him to calm down.

"However, relatives are relatives, and rules are rules."

Jiang Chen smiled and continued, "Everyone, don't stand in the courtyard, come in, come in and sit down. Mom, go get my box of Wuyi Mountain Jin Jun Mei tea, brew some for all the elders!"

"Let's sit down and talk slowly, one family at a time, and I guarantee we'll resolve everyone's problems!"

Jiang Chen's incredibly warm and understanding words completely put these "relatives" at ease.

One by one, they were invited into the living room with beaming smiles, their praises of Jiang Chen flowing like a tidal wave.

After making arrangements for everyone, Jiang Chen did not stay, but turned around and went back to his room.

In the living room, the group of people watched Jiang Chen's retreating figure and began to whisper among themselves.

"See? Chen'er is such a sensible child!"

"He must have gone in to get the money!"

"I don't know how much they can give, 100,000? 200,000?"

A few minutes later.

Amidst everyone's eager anticipation, Jiang Chen's door opened once more.

He came out.

They didn't have the bank card they expected, nor did they have any cash.

Instead, he was holding a thick stack of A4 paper, still warm from the printer.

Jiang Chen walked to the center of the living room and gently placed the stack of papers on the mahogany coffee table.

He looked up at the greedy yet somewhat doubtful eyes filling the room, and a kind, almost perfect smile appeared on his face.

"Dear elders, lending money is no problem."

Jiang Chen pointed to the stack of papers on the table, his voice gentle yet clear.

"But we have to follow the rules."

"Here, one for each person. This is our Jiang family's self-made 'Family Poverty Alleviation Internal Loan Application Form.' Please take a few minutes to fill it out."