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"Who the hell are you?!"

Fatty Zhao Dafu was stunned by Jiang Jianmin's sudden and harsh scolding.

After realizing what was happening, his face contorted with rage, and he abruptly stood up from the sofa, pointing his finger at Jiang Jianmin's nose and yelling, "I'm talking to President Jiang, do you think you, a mere doorman, have the right to interrupt?"

"The gatekeeper?"

Jiang Jianmin was amused by the situation. He sneered and puffed out the "Vice President" badge on his chest.

"Open your dog eyes and look carefully! I am the vice president of Jiangjia Village Tourism Cooperative! Every blade of grass and every tree in Jiangjia Village is under my jurisdiction!"

After saying that, Jiang Jianmin didn't give Zhao Dafu a chance to react at all.

He took out his new Huawei phone, opened the pinned WeChat group "The Loving Jiang Family" with more than 300 members, pressed the voice button, and with all his might, let out a thunderous roar!

"Attention, everyone in the village! Attention, everyone in the village!"

"A bunch of swindlers came to the village committee! They want to rob us of our money! And they want to dig up our treasure trove!"

"Everyone! Level One Combat Readiness! Grab your weapons! Assemble at the village committee immediately!"

Jiang Jianmin's powerful roar instantly spread to every corner of Jiangjia Village via WeChat.

An elderly woman who was watching TV at home turned it off and picked up a rolling pin.

The man who was watering the field threw down the hose and picked up a hoe.

Even Grandma Wu, who was playing mahjong at the senior activity center, stood up unsteadily, leaned on her cane, and walked out, muttering, "This is outrageous! They dare to cheat our Chenwazi!"

Less than three minutes.

The once spacious village committee compound was completely surrounded by villagers who had rushed over after hearing the news, with layers upon layers of them crowding around it!

It wasn't the police or security guards who arrived.

Instead, it was a group of rural aunties holding brooms, mops, feather dusters, and rolling pins, their faces filled with "shared hatred against the enemy"!

Wang Dagou, along with his security team and four or five large, snarling, wolfhounds that were more than half a person's height, bared their teeth, and drooled, blocked the main gate. The scene was more spectacular than a movie!

Zhao Dafu and his accomplices' legs went weak at the sight of the scene before them.

This...this is hardly the kind of simple, honest villager we're talking about!

This is clearly the Liangshan heroes coming down from the mountain!

Especially when they saw Fifth Grandma, who was leaning on a cane but had fierce eyes, trembling as she raised her cane, pointed at them, and shouted through her lisping mouth, "Who! Who's trying to cheat Chenwazi out of his money? This old woman will fight him to the death today!"

These scammers were completely terrified.

At this moment, the focus of the entire event was undoubtedly Jiang Jianmin, the second uncle, who was standing in the center position.

With his hands behind his back and his chin slightly raised, he basked in the admiring gazes of the entire village, feeling that his life had reached its peak at this moment!

He walked up to Zhao Dafu, who was already pale with fright, and poked the man's chest with his finger, speaking words that were like pearls.

"You're saying you're my nephew's cousin? Fine!"

Jiang Jianmin sneered, "Where's the family tree? Show it to me! What's your father's name? What's your grandfather's name? Which branch of the Jiang family did you come from? Tell me!"

Zhao Dafu was rendered speechless by the questioning. After stammering for a long time, he could only point to the tattered photograph on the table: "This...this is the evidence!"

"Evidence my foot!"

Jiang Jianmin snatched the photo and tore it to shreds in two quick movements!

"Don't try to fool me with some Photoshopped mess! What a coincidence! I'm now in charge of the Jiang family village's genealogy! I know every single name on it, not just the people, but even the dogs from a hundred years ago!"

It turns out that after Jiang Jianmin became the vice president, in order to show off his "culture", he spent every day studying that thick family genealogy book, and he actually memorized it.

In front of everyone, he exposed Zhao Dafu's lies, clearly stating that his ancestors for three generations had no connection whatsoever with Jiangjia Village.

On the other hand, those fake relatives who surrounded Wang Xiuying and cried poverty also didn't get any good results.

Auntie San, holding a spatula, pointed at the woman who said her son had been admitted to Harvard, spitting all over her face.

"You said your son got into Harvard? That's great! Where's the acceptance letter? Show it to everyone!"

"Hey, tell me, which province in our country is Harvard in? Is it far from here?"

This question, which could be described as a soul-searching inquiry, left the fake relative dumbfounded, his face turning red, and he couldn't utter a single word for a long time.

The entire scene was a one-sided "public execution".

In the office on the second floor.

Jiang Chen stood by the window, holding a cup of freshly brewed Da Hong Pao tea, watching the "village defense war" being personally directed by his second uncle downstairs, and a gratified smile appeared on his lips.

He didn't need to get off the field at all.

They don't even need to say a word.

He saw that all his past efforts and sacrifices had transformed into the most unbreakable barrier of people's hearts at this moment.

In the past, Jiangjia Village was a disorganized place, and when it was bullied by outsiders, it would only meekly submit.

Now, because of shared interests and a shared sense of honor, Jiangjia Village has become united, resilient, and even a bit fierce!

They no longer need Jiang Chen's protection; they have learned how to protect their homeland and their wealth on their own!

Watching the group of swindlers, amidst the villagers' "enthusiastic greetings," scramble into their car and flee in a sorry state.

Jiang Chen took a small sip of tea.

The tea has a rich and mellow aroma.

He knew that what came today was nothing more than a swarm of flies drawn by the smell of fish.

The real wolves are probably still lurking in the shadows, quietly watching.

As the pie in Jiangjia Village grows ever larger, it will inevitably attract more and more powerful covetous eyes in the future.

What he needs to do is, before that happens, build an even stronger armor for this family and this village.