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

"Brother Chen, this matter can't be delayed any longer."

In the village committee office on the second floor, villager Jiang Shunde was pacing anxiously.

"You haven't seen it! These past two days, outsiders have been coming to the village entrance every day to inquire about the factory, and some are even trying to film it with their phones!"

"Yesterday there were two guys on motorcycles, and today three guys in a van came, saying they were some kind of 'paranormal exploration team'."

Jiang Shunde wiped away his sweat.

"I asked the security team to stop them, but they just kept talking! They kept asking the villagers, and now no one dares to go out."

Jiang Chen leaned back in his chair, tapping his fingers on the table.

He had long anticipated this day would come.

Jiang Gundao's shout made the whole county know about the incident.

There are posts all over the internet about "Jiangjia Village being haunted," with things like "an ancient tomb general guarding the factory," "ghost soldiers appearing during a passage," and "headless security guards patrolling"...

Each version is more outrageous than the last.

"Village chief, what do you think we should do?"

Jiang Chen didn't answer directly, but instead asked a question.

Jiang Shunde was stunned.

"I...I don't know either. How about we call the police? Let them debunk this rumor?"

"Debunking the rumors?"

Jiang Chen smiled.

"Do you find it useful?"

Jiang Shunde opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.

Indeed, the more rumors are refuted, the more lively the story becomes.

"How about this?"

Jiang Chen stood up.

"Tomorrow afternoon, convene a village-wide meeting. I'll be the one to give the speech."

"You tell me?"

Jiang Shunde's eyes lit up.

"That's great! Everyone will believe you if you say so!"

Two o'clock in the afternoon of the second day.

The village committee compound was packed with people.

Not only the villagers of Jiangjia Village, but also people from neighboring Wangjiagou and Lijiazhuang came.

Everyone wanted to hear how Jiang Chen was going to explain this.

"Here it comes!"

The crowd stirred.

Jiang Chen, dressed in a black casual suit, walked down from the second floor of the village committee building.

His face was serious, and his steps were steady.

Behind him followed his third grandfather Jiang Wanshan, village chief Jiang Shunde, and several other elderly villagers.

This setup makes it seem like they're about to announce a major decision.

Jiang Chen walked to the makeshift stage and picked up the microphone.

"Cough cough."

He cleared his throat.

The entire room fell silent instantly.

"I called everyone here today to talk about the factory."

Jiang Chen's voice was broadcast throughout the entire compound via loudspeaker.

"There have been many rumors about the factory these past few days. Some say it's haunted, some say there are ghost soldiers, and some even say they've unearthed an ancient tomb."

The villagers below the stage looked at each other in bewilderment.

"I'll give a unified response today."

Jiang Chen paused.

"Please don't speculate or spread rumors about the factory."

"Some things..."

His tone became mysterious.

"Scientific explanations are unclear, but everyone should keep that in mind."

"hiss--"

A collective gasp rippled through the audience.

This statement was ambiguous, but to the villagers, it was "concrete proof"!

As expected, "special forces" were involved!

I'll emphasize it again.

Jiang Chen's voice suddenly rose in pitch.

"That factory is the livelihood of our entire village, and it's also the business that our ancestors have been watching over."

"If anyone dares to cause trouble again, I'm afraid I won't even need to lift a finger..."

He paused for a moment and scanned the entire room.

"hey-hey."

These two words, coupled with his meaningful smile, sent a chill down the spines of everyone in the audience.

In the crowd, Jiang Gundao shrank his neck, wishing he could bury his head in his crotch.

His legs trembled whenever he saw the word "factory".

"Brother Chen is right!"

Third Grandfather Jiang Wanshan stood up, leaning on his cane.

"Our ancestors have appeared to protect our Jiangjia Village."

"Anyone who doesn't know what's good for them is going against our ancestors!"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

The villagers below the stage nodded in agreement.

"Third Grandpa is right!"

"Our ancestors have blessed us; we should be grateful!"

"Anyone who dares to cause trouble at the factory from now on will be a sinner against the entire village!"

Jiang Chen looked at the excited villagers below the stage and nodded in satisfaction.

"There's one more thing."

He picked up the microphone again.

"Starting today, a 50-meter radius around the factory will be designated as a restricted area."

"No one except staff members is allowed to approach."

Those who violate this rule will bear the consequences themselves.

After speaking, Jiang Chen turned and stepped off the stage.

This left the audience in a state of murmurs.

"A 50-meter restricted area? That strict?"

"They must be afraid of disturbing the ancestors."

"Yes, yes, that's it."