Sir! Don't close the net!

Thus, the young black goats opened up routes directly to various educational zones beyond life, instilling the ideas of life beyond life in the offspring of families who had benefited from economic development from a young age.

After that, there was no more.

Li Yili rolled her eyes, put the documents in front of her into her briefcase, and stood up.

Although it's a fact that cannot be changed and there's no need to change it, but...

I still have to struggle.

Chapter Nineteen: We're brothers, it's just that I have face blindness.

One of the many advantages of being an unpopular, power-hungry, and bullying lackey is that most employees are eager for him to leave the Yangcun building; very few...

Some people will care about what he does, but this will also create a troublesome problem.

The small group of people didn't care as much as they thought about what he was going to do. Since the séance was declared to be a failure, Dela Pal wanted El-Jiong to take all the blame. Now, the Sheep Village had been divided into two factions: El-Jiong and Dela Pal.

The vast majority of Cloud Clan members should support Dera Pal, who is both a branch leader and a chosen one of the gods. However, due to Dera Pal's long-standing behavior of saying "We are brothers, it's just that I have face blindness," the hearts of most Cloud Clan members are with El-Qiong. Of course, they dare not openly oppose Dera Pal, but they dare to oppose this lackey of his.

Li Yili tilted her head slightly.

At least three people followed.

Li Yili rolled her eyes and snapped her fingers at the coachman who had been dozing off in the designated parking space outside the sheep village because he had been hired as her personal coachman. Before the coachman could react, the black horse swished its tail and pulled the carriage to a stop in front of Li Yili.

"cough--"

The coachman coughed somewhat awkwardly.

“Mr. Richard, it doesn’t seem to be lunch break time yet.”

“Don’t let my appearance fool you, I also have to run sales. Who doesn’t want to have good performance? It’s all about life,” Li Yili said, raising her briefcase and swaying it from side to side. “And also, Mr. Li Yili.”

The coachman opened his mouth, the words "I thought you were just here in the sheep village to experience life" stuck in his throat, unsure whether to spit them out or swallow them.

He probably knows better than anyone how big Li Yili's ranch is.

Li Yili, who owns a ranch of that size, actually had to go out and run a business because she wanted to make a living and achieve good sales performance.

Rather than feeling envious, thinking, "Ah, even people who are so wealthy are struggling to make ends meet, so what's there for me to be so down about!", he felt more hurt because he knew that even if Li Yili messed up her so-called business, her life wouldn't change.

"Mr. Richard, where are you going next?" Maf suppressed his inner turmoil and asked, adjusting his hat. "I know Guoweiton very well. Wherever you want to go, I can take you there as quickly as possible."

Li Yili recalled the documents she had just reviewed and had an idea.

Do you know where Wilson, the owner of the Guoweiton Textile Mill, lives?

Almost instinctively, the coachman wanted to ask Li Yili why she went to Wilson's house, but a reprimand came, and he subconsciously looked over.

Not far away, a gentleman was leaning on a haphazard cane, loudly berating the coachman in front of him. Judging from the content, it seemed that the carriage had hit a stone during its journey, causing the carriage to shake. The coachman, who was being scolded, lowered his head and silently endured the gentleman's insults.

At this moment, the coachman suddenly realized that although he was sitting high up looking down at the visitors, he was always bent over and crawling on the ground, carrying a carriage (world) that clearly belonged to him but had never been entered as a user. He could only smile and welcome others into the carriage, and move forward according to the requirements of others (living).

The groom slowly pulled the hat down with his right hand, and the brim gradually obscured his eyes.

No one tried to stop it; they just watched, because that's the norm in big cities.

Li Yili frowned slightly and subconsciously took a step toward the direction of the argument. However, before he could take a second step, the argument had already ended. The insulted coachman lowered his head to greet the next guest who had become arrogant because of the argument, while the gentleman who had insulted the coachman walked into the sheep village with his head held high.

Because it is becoming the norm, he was "a step too late".

"Mr. Richard, may we depart now?"

Li Yili raised an eyebrow and turned her head to say something, but the coachman had already straightened up and was looking at the road. The coachman who had been insulted by the gentleman earlier was cautiously looking in their direction. If they didn't move aside, the other carriage would not be able to enter the road.

Thinking about the atmosphere just now, Li Yili felt a headache coming on. In order to avoid the poor coachman being humiliated again, Li Yili had no choice but to get on the carriage first.

The three people hiding behind the gate of Sheep Village watched the departing carriage. After discussing it in hushed tones for a while, two of them stayed behind, while one of them stopped another carriage and followed it from a distance.

The wheels creaked and groaned on the road, the axle clanged, and the coachman, like an emotionless cog in a machine, silently kept going without uttering a word.

In the strange atmosphere, Li Yili also lost the desire to speak, and while there was still time, she took Wilson's documents out of his briefcase.

With the help of the black goat's offspring, Guo Weidun's economy entered its nascent stage. A choice, an opportunity, a chance, a... lowering the bottom line will widen the gap between people, and the huge gap will separate groups of people, and these groups of people will be divided into different classes based on their economic level.

Wilson, who owned his own textile factory, was undoubtedly a high-ranking figure in Guoweidun. According to the documents in his possession, Wilson was initially just a commoner with some brains who ran a small textile shop with only a few relatives and lived a decent life.

As it turned out, the reason Wilson was considered somewhat intelligent was purely because the environment in which he lived was too stagnant and rigid; no one recognized his abilities, and he had no opportunity to use them. Meanwhile, the young black goat...

With his son's economic enlightenment, Wilson's mind began to emerge. He recruited elderly people who stayed at home and were unable to farm, but who could still do some simple tasks, with very low odd-job wages.

Unable to go out to work or farm, the elderly, who can only sit at their doorsteps to kill time, are naturally happy to have something to do while earning money to supplement their household income. However, in a place like Guoweidun, perhaps "happy" is not the right word to describe it.

In just a few years, Wilson expanded his small shop into a small factory. If it weren't for the limited population of Guoweiton, the factory would probably have doubled in size, but that was only a matter of time.

What surprised Li Yili the most was that Wilson was very low-key. If it weren't for this list of people going abroad, he wouldn't even know that Guo Weidun had such a rich person.

Li Yili knew the mentality of those who made money and acted arrogantly in Guoweidun. Just like the gentleman before, they were trying their best to show their uniqueness and did not want others to associate them with a poor, remote place like Guoweidun.

It's perfectly normal for someone like that to want to go outside of Guoweidun.

But he couldn't understand why the unassuming Wilson would want to send his children away.

Chapter Twenty: You are customers, please make yourselves at home.

When Li Yili arrived at Wilson's house, she realized that Wilson might not be as low-key as she had imagined.

The three-story villa is flanked by six two-story houses, and a wrought-iron fence adorned with morning glory flowers encloses a courtyard about half the size of a playground. The six-meter-high fence gate, like a wall of sighs, seems to be blocking something.

Looking at the gate in front of him, the coachman couldn't help but let out a long sigh and turn his face away.

Noticing the coachman's subtle movements, Li Yili raised an eyebrow and casually said, "Are you envious? If you work with me, you'll also have the chance to live in a house like this, uh... a place like this."

“Hahaha—Mr. Richard, you really love to joke,” the coachman laughed listlessly.

Just as Li Yili was about to ask if she looked like she was joking, a butler appeared behind the gate, looked the carriage up and down, and then showed a look of disgust. "You can't park here."

The two burly men following behind the butler counted on their fingers.

The coachman instinctively tightened his grip on the reins and shifted his position in the opposite direction.

Li Yili remained quite calm, fully opening the carriage window and leaning out, saying, "I need to confirm something with Mr. Wilson."

To avoid a scene resembling the Dragon King's crooked mouth, Li Yili deliberately took out the Sheep Village Executive Officer's ID and used her index finger to attach the ID to the outside of the carriage.

The deacon's expression immediately changed. He raised his hand and waved, and two burly men behind him each opened the gate on one side. The deacon then rubbed his hands together and walked out, abandoning his previous aloof demeanor. He smiled ingratiatingly and quickly glanced at the name on the executive officer's badge in Li Yili's hand.

Levi-Isti Richard.

The deacon's smile widened, and he reached out with both hands to hold up the document.

"Isn't this Mr. Richard? Mr. Wilson has been at home these past few days, waiting for your arrival. His wife and daughter are also here."

Li Yili rolled her eyes subconsciously.

He didn't like the title "Master," and he disliked people who called themselves "Master."

In just a short while, his opinion of Wilson had dropped below the yellow line.

“That’s really lucky,” Li Yili yawned, picked up the documents from the butler’s hand, and leaned lazily against the edge of the car window, showing no intention of getting out of the car.

The steward immediately understood Li Yili's meaning, smiled and looked at the coachman, raising his right hand towards the gate, "Please follow me."

The coachman swallowed hard, driving the carriage at a slower pace than the steward, like a soldier rushing into a minefield. He gripped the reins tightly, as if he would turn the carriage around at the slightest disturbance. The black horse also became somewhat agitated due to the coachman's dissatisfaction.

The distance that usually felt like a quick breath could cover seemed incredibly long this time. There were sounds in his ears, and the gazes cast from the lawns on both sides made the groom feel extremely uneasy.

"are you OK?"

After getting out of the car, Li Yili did not immediately enter through the gate opened by the steward, but instead waved her hand in front of the coachman.

"No, it's nothing," the coachman shook his head vigorously and pulled his hat brim down further.

"Really? I'll be done here soon."

Li Yili nodded, picked up her briefcase, and stepped through the gate. The steward glanced at the coachman, whose eyes were completely covered by the brim of his hat, snorted disdainfully, released his right hand, and the gate slowly closed.

Only when he heard the gate slam against the doorframe did the coachman relax a little. He gently pushed up the brim of his hat, reducing the amount of gaze coming from the lawn. The coachman couldn't help but smile bitterly. He would rather be stared at by the two men who looked like they were in a fight than be secretly sized up by the gardener on the lawn as if he had been spotted as a rare animal.

He couldn't figure out if it was malicious, but it made him very uncomfortable. Even with his eyes closed, he could still picture those people's eyes in his mind, and those eyes no longer looked away, but stared straight at him.

Just as the coachman was about to clear his mind, an uncertain call came from the side.

"You are... Yoran?"

The coachman was startled and subconsciously looked over. A man wearing a straw hat and gardener's clothes stood up and stared straight at him.

"Marcel?"

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“I’ve been waiting for you for a long time, Mr. Richard.”

A middle-aged man with a small mustache, a noticeable beer belly, and hair the color of tree bark smiled broadly, stretched out his hands, and directly grasped Li Yili's right hand, waving it up and down.

The butler quietly retreated from the living room and closed the door behind him.

I have a feeling...

So greasy.

Li Yili glanced to the side and saw a tiger-skin rug laid out in front of the marble fireplace, but it looked like a fake.

If you ask why...

He used to have one at home.

Why "in the past"?

Because his house also had a fireplace, and Valkyrie placed the tiger-skin rug in a similar spot, it became clear that they once owned a tiger-skin rug, thankfully discovered in time, otherwise it would have been... they once owned a home.

“Mr. Richard, this is my wife Karen, and my daughter Kayla.”

Noticing that Li Yili was examining the layout of his living room, Wilson, who prided himself on his aesthetic sense, felt inexplicably guilty and immediately let go of her hand to make way. Wilson's sudden guilt was directly transmitted to Karen and Karen behind him.

Both Karen and Kayla instinctively lowered their heads, looking nervous.

It wouldn't matter if it were anyone else, but for Li Yili, the trusted confidante of the Sheep Village branch secretary, to flaunt their wealth in front of them was simply like showing off one's skills before an expert.

"Don't be nervous, you are the customers, the customers are everything," Li Yili waved her hand, picked up her briefcase, looked around, plopped down on the single sofa with the tiger-skin carpet, crossed her legs, and gestured to the double sofa opposite her, "Please sit down."

The Wilsons were not annoyed by Li Yili's behavior; in fact, they bowed with gratitude. However, they soon encountered a problem: the sofa where Wilson, usually the head of the household, sat was right under Li Yili's bottom.

They usually only invite guests of lower status than themselves, and such guests are generally allowed to stand.

Of course, they wouldn't even dare to think about having Li Yili move to stand, so it seemed that there was only one option left for them: to sit in the two-seater sofa.

A two-seater sofa is called a two-seater sofa because it's designed for two people. Just because two people can sit comfortably on it doesn't mean a third person can sit there, especially not...