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"A problem? What problem?"

Jiang Chen poured a cup of hot tea for the village chief Jiang Shunde, who had a worried look on his face, and asked with some confusion.

"Sigh!" Jiang Shunde plopped down on the stone bench and sighed heavily.

"Chen'er, you don't know this. In our Jiangning County, there is an old tradition that every year on the Lantern Festival, the town organizes a dragon and lion dance competition."

"Each village must send a representative team to participate. This is not just a performance, but a major event for each village to compete in strength and gain face!"

Jiang Shunde picked up his teacup, drank it all in one gulp, and continued with a worried expression:

"In previous years, our village was poor, and the dragon dance team we sent out consisted of the old, weak, sick and disabled, and their equipment was dilapidated. Every year, we were at the bottom of the rankings and were laughed at by other villages."

"But this year is different!"

The village chief's voice rose a few decibels.

"You've been repairing roads, beautifying the city lights, and now you're on TV! Our Jiangjia Village is practically a 'star village' in the whole county! If we come in last place in tonight's competition, it won't just be embarrassing, it'll be a disgrace to the county leaders!"

Jiang Chen understood.

To put it bluntly, once you gain fame, your actual skills must keep up.

Otherwise, one would be unworthy of their position and become a laughingstock.

"Chen'er,"

Jiang Shunde rubbed his hands together, looking at Jiang Chen with anticipation.

"Look, how about we sponsor some money for our village's dragon dance team so they can get some new clothes and outfits? At least... at least they can lose with some dignity, right?"

In the old village chief's view, this was the only way.

There's no time to cram at the last minute; we can only try to improve the hardware.

After hearing this, Jiang Chen smiled and waved his hand.

"Uncle, what era are we living in? Why are you still arguing with them about dragon and lion dances?"

Jiang Chen's tone was relaxed, with a hint of indifference.

"The people from Wangjiagou next door hired a coach from the city and trained for a full six months to win this championship. Even if we changed our dragon robes to gold, we still couldn't outdance like them."

"Then... what should we do?" Jiang Shunde slapped his thigh anxiously.

"All the town's leaders and TV reporters will be watching tonight! Our village has just become so famous; if the performance is a disaster, where will I put my face?"

Jiang Chen looked at the village chief, who was sweating profusely with anxiety, and smiled mysteriously.

He leaned over, patted the village chief on the shoulder, and lowered his voice.

"Uncle, you can put your mind at ease."

"Tonight, we won't fight them on the ground."

A glint of strategic brilliance shone in Jiang Chen's eyes.

"Let's...go play in the sky!"

"In the sky?"

Jiang Shunde looked completely bewildered, not understanding Jiang Chen's meaning at all.

Jiang Chen didn't offer any further explanation.

He had anticipated this would happen.

When he decided to undertake the "lighting project," he had already arranged the "grand finale" for the Lantern Festival.

He contacted a top-tier drone performance team in the provincial capital through special channels.

This team specializes in aerial light shows for various large-scale events, and their partners are all top-tier brands and municipal governments.

At first, the other party hesitated when they heard that the performance was to be held in an obscure little mountain village, thinking it was beneath their dignity.

But Jiang Chen didn't waste any words with them.

"80, are you in?"

There was a three-second silence on the other end of the phone.

"President Jiang! Don't worry! We guarantee it will make flowers fly! The effect will be absolutely stunning!"

Once the money is in place, everything will be fine.

3 PM.

Just as the villagers were still basking in the joy of being on television, two large, completely black vans without any markings silently drove into the threshing ground at the west end of the village.

The threshing ground had long been cleared out by Jiang Chen's men and cordoned off.

The car door opened, and a group of technicians dressed in matching black overalls with serious expressions filed out.

They quickly unloaded professional flight cases from the vehicle and began assembling and testing something in the open space.

This spectacle immediately attracted the attention of the entire village.

"Hey, what are those? Why are there two big black cars?"

"I don't know, they're being so secretive, and they won't let anyone near!"

"I see them! It looks like... so many little airplanes! A dense multitude!"

"A toy airplane? Isn't that just a toy? What's Chen up to now? What can that thing even do?"

The villagers stood outside the cordon, craning their necks and discussing the matter with curiosity.

Jiang Chen instructed Wang Dagou and Li Qiang to lead the security team to guard the entrance, ensuring the secrecy was kept extremely tight.

He smiled and kept his secret from the villagers who were full of curiosity.

"Don't worry, everyone, you'll find out tonight!"

"I guarantee it will be a hundred times better than those noisy dragon and lion dances!"

Uncle Jiang Jianmin stood at the back of the crowd with his arms crossed, looking at the mysterious threshing ground, and curled his lip in disdain.

He said to Sun Yumei beside him in a sarcastic tone:

"Hmph, all they do is come up with fancy, useless things."

"I know what those things are, they're called drones, right? I've seen them on TV. A few flying around to film videos are fine, but can that compare to the excitement of the dragon dance passed down from our ancestors?"

Sun Yumei rolled her eyes.

"Exactly! I think he's just throwing money away. Just wait and see how he makes a fool of himself tonight!"