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"You still want to make a move?!" Jiang Jianmin roared.

Fat Zhao Dafu's face turned ashen. Seeing that his attempts at persuasion and appeals to family ties had failed, he hardened his gaze and gave a signal to his two skinny henchmen. The two henchmen immediately understood, flanking Jiang Jianmin from the left and right. Their objective was clear: first, to subdue this most arrogant vice-president, and then to find Jiang Chen.

"Don't think we're easy to bully!" Before the skinny guy could even reach out, everything went black, and a muscular figure instantly blocked Jiang Jianmin's path.

"Get out of here!" Wang Dagou's voice boomed like a bell, devoid of any emotion.

The security guards behind Wang Dagou were all strong laborers from the village who had undergone Li Qiang's "devil training," including several retired veterans, all quick-witted and agile. They were the "village protection team" personally assembled by Jiang Chen, responsible for maintaining village security and patrolling on a daily basis. Their physical fitness and discipline were far superior to the rabble under Zhao Dafu's command.

With a muffled thud, one of the skinny men didn't even have time to scream before he was pinned to the ground by Wang Dagou's security team captain with a standard grappling move. Seeing the situation was bad, another skinny man tried to run away, but Li Qiang blocked him with a sidestep, and then Wang Dagou tripped him, instantly subduing him and pinning him to the concrete ground.

Their movements were crisp and clean, without any hesitation, making them even more professional than the special forces soldiers in the movies.

Zhao Dafu's obese body trembled, a flicker of fear crossing his eyes. He hadn't expected these bumpkins from Jiangjia Village to be so ruthless and so professional in their actions!

"You son of a bitch! How dare you use violence in my Jiangjia Village!"

"Do you think we honest people are easy to bully?!"

The villagers, who had been watching the drama unfold, were now completely enraged. They had witnessed Zhao Dafu's men about to attack Jiang Jianmin; this was no longer a simple verbal dispute, but a serious confrontation!

"Give us some rotten vegetable leaves!"

Someone shouted.

"Splash!"

In an instant, countless rotten vegetable leaves, dirt, and even a few eggs were thrown at Zhao Dafu and his accomplices like cannonballs.

These ordinary, simple farmers displayed astonishing fighting spirit at this moment. They were not professionals, but they outnumbered each other, they were united, and they possessed a spirit of resistance born from long-standing oppression.

"Hit him! Let him lie!"

"Damn it, those bastards, they even tried to dig up our ancestral graves!"

The shouts, curses, and the sounds of vegetable leaves and eggs hitting people mingled together, creating a unique "battle symphony" of the countryside.

The dragon-headed cane in Fifth Grandmother's hand was incredibly precise. She shakily raised the cane, aimed at Zhao Dafu's fat buttocks, and with a "bang," struck it down hard.

"Ouch! My butt!" Zhao Dafu screamed like a pig being slaughtered, the sound of which almost made him jump up.

The other fake relatives were so frightened that they ran away with their heads in their hands. Their suits and ties instantly turned into a mess, looking like a group of drowned chickens who had been doused with swill.

The scene was extremely chaotic, almost a one-sided "gang beating".

Zhao Dafu and his accomplices were utterly terrified by this scene. They were there to swindle money, not to get beaten up! They had never seen such "enthusiastic" villagers in their lives!

"Someone's been killed! Someone's been killed!"

"Help! This village is full of thugs!"

Zhao Dafu, obese and emaciated, was surrounded by the villagers, completely unable to fight back. He was covered in rotten vegetable leaves and mud, and the gold chain on his head was askew. Finally, he couldn't hold on any longer. His eyes scanned the surroundings in fear, and he saw a black sedan parked not far away—the car they had driven into the village.

He took advantage of the chaos to pull out his phone and dialed 110 with trembling hands.

"Police officer, please come save me! Help!"

"We...we came to inspect the project! We were surrounded and beaten by the villagers!"

"They...they are thugs! Officer, this Jiangjia Village is terrifying!" Zhao Dafu cried with snot and tears streaming down his face, looking as if he had truly suffered a great injustice.

In his office on the second floor, Jiang Chen stood by the window, taking in the entire farce unfolding below. He held his teacup, took a small sip, and watched the group of swindlers' disheveled appearance, a knowing smile playing on his lips.

He showed no intention whatsoever of going downstairs to stop it.

About fifteen minutes later.

Two police cars, their lights flashing, sped into the Jiangjia Village Committee compound.

Several police officers in uniform got out of the car and were somewhat amused and exasperated by the scene before them.

A fat man with a bruised and swollen face, looking disheveled, was pointing at a group of "innocent" villagers and making accusations.

Meanwhile, some of the villagers were still carrying brooms, while others were leisurely cracking sunflower seeds, as if nothing had happened. Grandma Wu even put her cane away and was chatting and laughing with the older women beside her.

"What's going on?" asked Li Ming, the police station chief leading the team, frowning. He had heard that Jiangjia Village had been making headlines recently, and when he received the report today, he thought something serious had happened.

Jiang Jianmin calmly walked forward, pointed to the two skinny men pinned to the ground, and then pointed to Zhao Dafu.

"Director Li, you've finally arrived!" Jiang Jianmin cleared his throat and said righteously, "These people, under the guise of inspecting a project, have come to our village to swindle and cheat!"

"First, they impersonated my nephew's relative, trying to swindle our boss's investment! Then they even laid hands on me, the deputy head of our village!"

"The villagers in our village are all warm-hearted and can't stand seeing bad people bully good people! That's why they were so agitated and gave them a little... a little lesson!" Jiang Jianmin said, emphasizing the word "little".

After listening, Director Li Ming glanced at Zhao Dafu, whose face was bruised and swollen, and his two henchmen pinned to the ground. Having handled cases for years, he could tell at a glance that this group was no pushover.

He gestured to his men to take control of the scene, and then walked up to Zhao Dafu himself.

"Show me your ID card!"

Zhao Dafu shakily pulled out his ID card.

Director Li Ming took out a police tablet and checked it.

"Well, Zhao Dafu, you guys are quite familiar faces!" Chief Li Ming sneered. "A mobile fraud gang, with several cases on their hands, but who would have thought they'd run into trouble in Jiangjia Village!"

Just as Jiang Chen had predicted.

Faced with irrefutable evidence, Zhao Dafu and his accomplices had nothing more to say.

"Put on the silver bracelet!"

With a command from Director Li Ming, the cold handcuffs snapped onto the wrists of Zhao Dafu and the two skinny men.

Several police officers escorted the group of swindlers into a police car. The police car, siren blaring, drove away from Jiangjia Village.

Before leaving, Director Li Ming made a special trip over and patted Jiang Jianmin on the shoulder.

"Uncle, thank goodness you were all so vigilant this time! Otherwise, the village would have suffered huge losses!"

"Your vigilance is commendable!" Director Li Ming said sincerely.

Jiang Jianmin was so proud of himself after being praised by Director Li that he practically held his head high! He straightened his back, and his face was beaming with pride!

He used to be a notorious idler in the village, even having a reputation as a "hooligan." Now, he has transformed into an "anti-fraud hero" praised by the Public Security Bureau!

"Did you see that? Did you see that?"

When Jiang Jianmin returned to the village, he boasted to everyone he met.

"When it really matters, you have to rely on my second uncle! Jiang Chen is in the economics business, I'm in defense!"

He took most of the credit for the "village protection team" upon himself, acting as if he were the "village guardian deity."

Looking at her husband's behavior, Wang Xiuying scolded him for being "indecent," but her face was filled with uncontrollable pride.

Seeing all this, Jiang Chen did not expose Jiang Jianmin's "bragging," but was secretly pleased.

He knew that although Jiang Jianmin was concerned about his image and loved to boast, he was not a bad person at heart, and now he genuinely regarded the interests of Jiangjia Village as his own.

To commend Jiang Jianmin and to further enhance the collective sense of honor of the entire village, Jiang Chen specially convened a village-wide meeting under the big locust tree at the village entrance in the evening.

He publicly announced that, in recognition of Jiang Jianmin's outstanding contributions to this "anti-fraud defense battle," he would be awarded the "Jiangjia Village Best Security Award," with a prize of 5,000 yuan!

When Jiang Chen personally handed Jiang Jianmin a thick wad of five thousand yuan in cash, Jiang Jianmin had never been so excited in his life. His hands trembled as he accepted the money, his eyes welling up with tears.

This five thousand yuan is much more substantial than the money he used to get by cheating and swindling.

For the first time, he realized that making money through honest means and doing good deeds for the village could be so enjoyable and dignified!

After this incident, the effect of the [Family Reputation Aura] seems to have been further enhanced.