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

"Goodness! They've really managed to make a name for themselves in this little, run-down village!"

The leader was a fat man who looked to weigh over 200 pounds. He wore a gold chain around his neck that was as thick as a little finger, and large beads of sweat were streaming down his greasy face.

He wiped his sweat and gave a meaningful smile to the people behind him.

"Guys, looks like we made the right choice coming here this time!"

"Such a big piece of fatty meat, if that kid surnamed Jiang eats it all by himself, isn't he afraid of stuffing himself to death!"

"Today, we're going to tear a piece of flesh off him, no matter what!"

This group claimed to be a "rural revitalization project inspection team" from the provincial capital, but in reality, they were a group of swindlers who approached them because they smelled something.

In addition, there were a few distant, fake relatives who seemed to have no connection whatsoever and appeared out of nowhere.

Seeing Jiangjia Village become an online sensation and witnessing the lucrative strawberry greenhouses, they were green with envy. After a brief discussion, they formed a group and came here to "make a fortune."

The fat man swaggered into the village committee compound and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Where's Jiang Chen! Where's General Manager Jiang? Tell him to come out and greet us!"

That arrogant attitude made you think some leader had come down for an inspection.

Jiang Chen was in his office on the second floor, discussing the logistics company's next expansion plan with Li Qiang and the others, when he heard the commotion downstairs and frowned slightly.

Before he could even speak.

The fat man had already walked in as if he knew the place well, and plopped down on the sofa opposite Jiang Chen, making the leather sofa creak.

He pulled out a yellowed, curled photograph from his pocket, which had been there for who knows how many years, and slammed it on the table!

The photo was a group picture of more than a dozen people. It was blurry, but the fat man pointed to a little kid wearing open-crotch pants, then pointed to Jiang Chen, and squeezed out an extremely warm smile on his face.

"Nephew! Look at him! Does he still recognize his uncle?"

The fat man had a mouthful of gold teeth, and spittle flew everywhere.

"I'm your distant cousin, Zhao Dafu! I even held you when you were little! You even peed on me!"

Jiang Chen looked at the obviously computer-generated photo, so heavily edited that even the faces were barely recognizable, and a cold smile crept across his face.

This scam is way too simplistic.

Zhao Dafu, completely oblivious, continued, "Nephew! I heard you've made a fortune and become quite successful! I'm so happy for you!"

"However, for a young person like you, your vision is still a bit narrow."

He leaned closer mysteriously and lowered his voice: "Uncle's here this time to bring you a few big projects that will propel you to instant success! I guarantee they'll make you a hundred times more money than that strawberry-growing stuff you're doing!"

"What project?" Jiang Chen asked with great interest.

Zhao Dafu's eyes lit up when he heard there was hope!

He pulled out several brightly printed "project plans" from his briefcase and spread them out on the table.

"Look! This is the first project—the 'Jiangjia Village Auspicious Land Cemetery Development Plan'!"

Zhao Dafu pointed to the land behind the mountain, where Jiang Chen's glass greenhouse was located, and began to boast about it with great enthusiasm.

"I've consulted a master! The mountain behind your village is a treasure trove of dragon veins! If we develop it into a high-end cemetery and sell each grave for 100,000 or 200,000 yuan, wouldn't that be like picking up money off the ground?"

"And this too! The 'Jiangjia Village Dragon King Temple Crowdfunding Reconstruction Project'!"

"Let's build a Dragon King Temple right at the village entrance, even bigger than the one in the county! When it's finished, the incense will burn brightly, and we won't be able to count the money in the donation boxes in a single day!"

"How about it, nephew! Either of these projects could make you a fortune! You only need to invest 20 million upfront, and your uncle will take care of the rest!"

While Zhao Dafu was conning Jiang Chen in his office...

Downstairs, those fake relatives also surrounded Wang Xiuying, who had just returned from the greenhouse.

One woman cried even more pitifully than Meng Jiangnu: "Sister! I'm your third uncle's daughter-in-law's cousin! There was a huge flood in our area! Our house was washed away! Please, have mercy and lend us three or five hundred thousand yuan to tide us over!"

Another person immediately knelt down with a thud: "Grandma! My son is so talented! He got into Harvard! But the tuition is too expensive; we're still short 800,000! Please, have mercy and save my child!"

Each of them delivered a tearful performance; their acting skills deserve an Oscar.

If it were in the past, the kind-hearted Wang Xiuying might have softened her heart.

Jiang Chen also had to personally step in and use his persuasive skills to get rid of these flies.

But today, things are different.

Before Jiang Chen could speak, and before Wang Xiuying could take out her handkerchief,

An angry roar suddenly erupted from the village committee's accounting office!

"Bullshit!"

Then, my second uncle, Jiang Jianmin, stormed out of the house, carrying a large mug of tea infused with goji berries!

He came to the cooperative today to collect his share of the profits from selling strawberries at his stall last week. He had just received over two thousand yuan in cash and was happily counting it.

Then he heard that one of the people outside was trying to take what he saw as a "treasure trove," and the other was trying to "steal money" from his sister-in-law's pocket!

How can we tolerate this?!

Jiang Jianmin's current identity is no longer that of the idle loafer he used to be.

He wore a red badge on his chest that read "Vice President of Jiangjia Village Tourism Cooperative," which Jiang Chen personally gave him!

In his eyes, every bit of benefit in Jiangjia Village is now closely related to him, Jiang Jianmin!

Especially that glass greenhouse on the back hill, it's practically his lifeline!

Now someone actually dares to covet that piece of land?!

Jiang Jianmin was so angry that his eyes turned red. He walked up to Zhao Dafu, looked him up and down, and then smashed the enamel mug in his hand onto the cement floor!

A loud crash startled everyone!

Scalding hot tea and goji berries splashed all over the floor.

"Pah!"

Jiang Jianmin pointed at Zhao Dafu's nose and started cursing!

"Where did this stray dog ​​come from? Running wild in our Jiangjia Village! And building a cemetery, damn it? I think you're just trying to pick out a good spot for yourself in advance!"