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

Ten minutes later.

In Jiang Chen's office on the second floor of the village committee building.

Su Tianhao sat on the sofa that Jiang Chen had bought online for a few hundred yuan, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

The decor of this office is extremely simple.

White walls, cement floor, an old set of desks and chairs, and a metal filing cabinet with peeling paint.

What hangs on the wall is not some famous calligraphy or painting, but a huge planning map of Jiangjia Village covered with various markings drawn in red and blue pencils.

The entire space is filled with a rugged, utilitarian atmosphere, which contrasts sharply with his top-floor office, which is worth hundreds of millions and even has custom-made crystal ashtrays.

The only thing that could slightly satisfy him was the aroma of tea wafting in the air.

"Uncle, have a taste."

Jiang Chen placed a freshly brewed cup of tea on the coffee table in front of Su Tianhao.

"This year's pre-Qingming Longjing tea was delivered directly from its place of origin by a friend; you can't buy it anywhere else."

Su Tianhao picked up his teacup and took a small sip.

It has a mellow taste and a fragrant orchid aroma; it is indeed a top-quality delicacy.

This kid isn't a complete country bumpkin who doesn't know anything about life.

Su Tianhao put down his teacup, deciding not to waste any more time.

He cleared his throat, leaned forward slightly, and his sharp eyes, like those of a hawk, locked onto Jiang Chen opposite him.

He slowly pulled a leather checkbook and a Montblanc pen from the inner pocket of his expensive bespoke suit.

"Smack."

He placed the checkbook on the coffee table and pushed it in front of Jiang Chen.

The most classic scene from TV, though late, has finally arrived.

"young people."

Su Tianhao's voice regained the composure and imposing presence befitting a business tycoon.

"I admit, you are indeed quite capable and have many ideas."

"but……"

His tone shifted abruptly, carrying a hint of barely perceptible contempt.

"What you're doing now is nothing but child's play compared to me and the Su family in the provincial capital.

Su Tianhao paused, picked up his pen, and assumed a posture as if he was ready to sign at any time.

"Speak."

"How much money do you want...?"

He was about to blurt out that classic line: "Only then will you leave my daughter?"

But as the words reached his lips, the image of his daughter's face, dirty yet beaming with a radiant smile, involuntarily surfaced in his mind.

He ultimately couldn't bring himself to say those words.

This is a father's final compromise.

He was also an old fox, the most cunning of all, in his tests.

Su Tianhao paused for half a second, then changed his mind.

"...Only then will you take good care of my daughter?"

Jiang Chen smiled as he looked at the open checkbook on the coffee table.

That's exactly what he was waiting for.

Just now, the system in his mind did not issue any warning about "passively accepting high-value gifts".

This shows that he simply cannot accept this check.

If you accept it, you will be punished.

This isn't because the system is stingy, but rather because it's using this method to maintain its dignity and bottom line as the host.

The Jiang family prospered because they spent their own money, not because of charity from others.

Having figured this out, Jiang Chen's mindset became increasingly calm.

He even had the mood to crack a joke.

Jiang Chen didn't look at the checkbook. Instead, he raised his finger and pointed out the window to the Rolls-Royce Phantom parked in the yard.

"Uncle, your car is nice."

"How about this?"

"You leave the car here, but...you're taking the person with you now?"

"What?"

Su Tianhao was stunned; he never expected Jiang Chen to react this way.

This kid doesn't play by the rules!

He frowned and said in a deep voice, "You want my car? Young man, you've got quite the appetite!"

"Just kidding, Uncle, don't take it seriously."

Jiang Chen waved his hand, his smile fading, and his eyes becoming serious and sincere.

What I'm trying to say is, I have plenty of money. I can buy a car myself.

"The reason Su Qing was willing to stay here was not because I used sweet words to coerce her, nor because I have any extraordinary charm."

Jiang Chen's gaze passed through the window and landed on the vibrant fields in the distance.

"It's because she found happiness here that she couldn't find in the big city."

"She found her true self."

These words were spoken with neither arrogance nor servility, and with resounding force.

Looking into Jiang Chen's clear and honest eyes, Su Tianhao felt a slight wavering for the first time.

Just then.

With a loud "bang!", the office door was suddenly pushed open.

Su Qing rushed in with a bang.

She spotted the checkbook on the coffee table immediately, and her pretty face instantly darkened.

"dad!"

"What are you doing! Don't try to disgust my friend with your business acumen!"

Su Qing rushed over, snatched the checkbook, slammed it shut, and stuffed it back into Su Tianhao's pocket.

"The RV he bought me casually cost several million! He didn't even blink!"

"puff--"

Su Tianhao almost spat out the mouthful of tea he had just taken a sip of.

"OK."

Su Tianhao stood up, straightened his suit, and wore a cold smile on his face, a hint of his competitive spirit stirring within him.

"Since you're so capable..."

"Then show me around your... 'small businesses'."

Jiang Chen also stood up, a calm smile on his face, and made a "please" gesture.

"I'd be happy to help."

"But Uncle..."

Jiang Chen's gaze fell on the pair of spotless, six-figure top-quality handmade custom leather shoes at Su Tianhao's feet, and a playful smile appeared on his lips.

"In some parts of our village, the roads are not easy to travel."

"Your shoes... probably need to be replaced."