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Jiang Gundao's shout completely shattered the peace of Jiangjia Village.

Overnight, rumors about the factory being "haunted" spread like wildfire throughout the village.

Moreover, this rumor continues to evolve.

The village store at the entrance became a hub for information.

"I heard from my cousin's husband's second uncle that the workers in that factory are all zombies dug out of ancient tombs!"

"Bullshit! My neighbor's dog barked all night last night; it must have seen ghostly soldiers passing by!"

"You're all wrong! I passed by the factory yesterday and heard the sound of hammering inside. They're making gilded statues for our ancestors!"

Grandpa Zhang sat behind the counter, listening to these people talking more and more outrageously, and couldn't help but chime in.

"Can you guys be a little more reliable? What kind of shady business could there be at Brother Chen's factory?"

"Uncle Zhang, you have no idea!"

Aunt Wang leaned closer, lowered her voice, and said mysteriously.

"My husband had a dream last night that our Jiang family ancestor was wearing armor, carrying a big sword, and standing guard at the factory gate!"

"You can take a dream seriously?" Grandpa Zhang rolled his eyes.

"Why can't we take it seriously?" Aunt Wang exclaimed anxiously. "My husband never dreams! For him to dream of me like this must be a message from our ancestors!"

"Yes, yes, yes! I dreamt about it too!"

Aunt Li, who was standing nearby, also came over.

"I dreamt that my ancestor was riding a horse, leading a group of people, patrolling the factory!"

"I dreamt it even more clearly! Our ancestors even spoke to me, telling us to work hard and not to slack off!"

A group of people were talking at once, and the more they talked, the more mysterious it became.

Grandpa Zhang was completely baffled.

"Alright, alright, say whatever you want, I don't believe it."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than the sound of a cane tapping on the ground came from outside the door.

"Tap, tap, tap."

Third Grandfather Jiang Wanshan, leaning on his cane, slowly walked in.

The old man was wearing a faded Zhongshan suit today, and his face was serious.

"Third Grandfather!"

People in the convenience store quickly made way for them.

Third Grandfather walked to the counter, took out a dollar from his pocket, and slapped it on the table.

"Give me a pack of cigarettes."

Grandpa Zhang quickly handed over a pack of Hongtashan cigarettes.

Third Grandfather took the cigarette, but didn't leave immediately. He turned around and glanced at everyone present.

"I heard everything you just said."

The old man's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a lot of weight.

"I'm telling you, that factory does indeed have ancestors."

"What?"

Everyone turned to look at Third Grandfather.

"Third Grandfather, you believe in this too?"

"Believe?" Third Grandfather sneered. "I don't believe, I know."

He paused, his voice becoming low.

"I had a dream last night."

"In my dream, our Jiang family's ancestor was wearing a suit of armor and standing at the factory gate."

"He told me that Chenzi is the lucky star of our Jiang family. He built this factory to bring glory to our ancestors."

"Therefore, our ancestors specially sent ghost soldiers to help guard the factory and prevent villains from causing trouble."

Grandpa spoke with such conviction that everyone present was stunned.

"That...that what the rolling knife saw..."

"What Gun Dao sees are ghost soldiers," Third Grandfather said firmly.

"Those ghost soldiers weren't living people to begin with, which is why they have those...different features."

"But they're here to help us, not to harm us."

"As long as you don't steal or cause damage, they won't bother you at all."

After saying that, Third Grandfather turned and left.

As he reached the door, he turned back and added a sentence.

"I'm going to the factory gate later to offer incense to our ancestors."

"Whoever wants to go, come with me."

After saying that, the old man leaned on his cane and slowly walked away.

The convenience store was completely silent.

A moment later, Aunt Wang was the first to react.

"I'm going! Me too!"

"I'm going too!"

Count me in!

A group of people followed their third grandfather toward the factory.

Half an hour later.

Plant entrance.

Jiang Chen stood in front of the window of his second-floor office, looking at the scene below, feeling completely numb.

At the factory gate, various offerings were displayed.

Apples, oranges, steamed buns, dumplings, and some people even brought a roast chicken.

Third Grandfather stood at the front, holding three incense sticks in his hand, and respectfully bowed three times towards the factory gate.

"Ancestors above, your descendant Jiang Wanhai, on behalf of all the elders of the village, thanks you for your protection."

"Don't worry, we will definitely work hard and not let you down."

After saying that, Third Grandfather placed the incense stick in the flower bed by the door.

The villagers behind also followed suit and offered their prayers.

May our ancestors bless us!

"Our ancestors have shown their power!"

"Grandpa, you must keep a close eye on the factory and not let any bad guys in!"

Jiang Chen held his forehead, feeling like his head was about to explode.

"What is all this nonsense...?"

Su Qing stood next to him, suppressing a laugh.

"I think it's great."

"What's so good about it?" Jiang Chen said irritably. "This is a huge misunderstanding."

"Wouldn't it be better if the misunderstanding got bigger?" Su Qing blinked.

"Think about it, now the whole village believes the factory is protected by its 'ancestor,' who would dare to steal anything?"

"The security level is at its maximum."

Jiang Chen was taken aback.

To be honest, Su Qing's words do make sense.

He then thought that this misunderstanding might actually be an excellent cover for secrecy.

As long as people don't dare to get close, the robot's secret will never be exposed.

Moreover, this "mystery" can add an invisible layer of protection to the factory.

Jiang Chen's mind raced.

"you're right."

He turned around and looked at Su Qing.

"Since that's the case, let's go with the flow and make sure we maintain this 'mystery'."

"How do I do it?"

Jiang Chen smiled.

"Set up a sign."

That afternoon.

Several eye-catching signs have appeared around the factory.

The sign was specially made overnight by Jiang Chen, using a thick iron plate with bright red characters painted on it.

[Military-style management prohibited]

[No entry without permission]

[You will be responsible for the consequences]

At the very bottom, there is a line of smaller text.

[Contains vicious dogs and other dangerous items]

The word "other" was deliberately written in bold.

As soon as the sign was put up, it immediately attracted the attention of the villagers.

"What does this mean?"

"Military-style management? Our village's factory is managed like a military facility?"

"Look at that 'other,' what does that mean?"

"It definitely refers to ghost soldiers!"

"Yes, yes, yes! It must be!"

"I knew it! Brother Chen is reminding us not to go in recklessly."

The villagers were talking about it.

And that "other" gave them endless room for imagination.

"Do you think that 'other' might be a zombie?"

"Bullshit! They're definitely ghost soldiers!"

"I think it's a mythical beast raised by our ancestors!"

"Mythical beast? What mythical beast?"

"It's the kind... that eats people!"

"My goodness! We'd better stay away from each other from now on!"

The rumors have escalated once again.

The factory's security level was also upgraded to "god-level" without any investment.

Forget about thieves, even a stray dog ​​wouldn't dare come near.

Some villagers even quicken their pace when passing by the factory gate, afraid of disturbing the "others" inside.

evening.

Jiang Chen stood at the factory gate, looked at the signs, and nodded in satisfaction.

"The effect is good."

Wang Dagou stood next to him, scratching his head.

"Brother Chen, is this really okay?"

"Great!" Jiang Chen smiled. "See? Who would dare steal anything now?"

"That's true." Wang Dagou thought for a moment, then asked, "But what if someone actually breaks in and sees those... robots?"

"No, it won't happen." Jiang Chen said confidently.

"With these signs there, and the villagers' own imaginations, no one dares to come in."

"Moreover, even if someone does come in, we have a plan to deal with it."

"What plan?"

Jiang Chen smiled mysteriously.

You'll find out then.

Just then, the roar of a motorcycle came from afar.

Jiang Chen looked up and saw a dilapidated motorcycle heading towards the factory.

There were two people in the car, both wearing leather jackets and sunglasses, dressed like "gangsters".

The motorcycle stopped at the factory gate.

The two men took off their sunglasses and looked around the factory.

"Is this the place?"

"It should be."

"We heard this place is haunted, let's come and see if we can film some videos and post them online."

"Okay, it'll definitely be a hit then."

As they talked, the two started to walk into the factory.

Jiang Chen frowned.

These two people are clearly not from this village.

"stop."

Jiang Chen stepped forward and blocked their path.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?"

The two looked at each other, and one of them said with a grin.

"Dude, we're here for tourism."

"I heard there's a factory here that's quite famous. I'd like to go inside and take a look."

"Excuse me," Jiang Chen said expressionlessly. "This is private property, not open to the public."

"Hey buddy, don't be so stingy."

The man took out his phone and waved it.

"We'll just take a few photos; we won't touch your things."

"I said, it's not open to the public." Jiang Chen's tone turned cold and hard.

"If you don't leave, I'll call the police."

"Call the police?"

The two were stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"Dude, who are you trying to scare?"

"We haven't broken the law, why are you calling the police?"

Jiang Chen didn't say anything, but took out his phone and dialed the village chief's number.

"Village chief, two outsiders have arrived at the factory gate and are trying to force their way in."

"Have the security team come over here."

Less than three minutes.

A dozen or so burly men in security guard uniforms ran over from the direction of the village committee.

The one leading the group was none other than his second uncle, Jiang Jianmin.

"Brother Chen, what's wrong?"

Jiang Chen pointed to the two people.

"They want to break into the factory."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Jianmin's face immediately darkened.

He walked up to the two of them and said coldly.

"Where are you from?"

"I...we're here for tourism..."

The two were a little frightened by this scene.

"Tourism?" Jiang Jianmin sneered. "Does tourism give you the right to trespass on private property?"

"Let me tell you, this factory is the lifeblood of our village."

"Anyone who dares to cause trouble, don't blame us for being impolite."

As he spoke, Jiang Jianmin waved his hand.

A dozen or so security guards surrounded them.

The two of them completely chickened out.

"No, no, no, let's go, we'll go right now."

After saying that, the two sheepishly got on their motorcycle and sped away.

Jiang Chen watched their departing figures thoughtfully.

It seems this rumor has already spread outside.