He turned to Old Li, who had been standing next to the jeep.

"Let's go back to the village."

"Okay."

Old Li nodded, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

He witnessed the entire process of Su Jianguo's "star-making" and was full of expectations for the plan.

Twenty "bodyguards" split into two rented vans, following behind the jeep, and drove in a grand procession toward the village.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Su Jianguo gazed at the fields rushing past the window, already rehearsing the "plot" that was about to unfold in his mind.

When the convoy entered the village, it immediately caused a sensation.

The villagers stopped what they were doing and stared in disbelief at the group of people dressed as "gangsters".

Su Jianguo deliberately had the convoy drive around the village before finally stopping in front of Village Chief Zhang's house.

He straightened his suit and tie, took a deep breath, and opened the car door.

The twenty "bodyguards" also got out of the car quickly and efficiently, and lined up in two rows behind Su Jianguo.

Their sunglasses reflected the light, and their black suits swayed gently in the breeze, creating a rather striking scene.

Village Chief Zhang heard the commotion and ran out of the house. He was so shocked by what he saw that his jaw almost dropped.

"Build...build the nation, what's this?"

"My security team."

Su Jianguo said calmly, his voice just loud enough for the villagers watching to hear.

"Company policy dictates that bodyguards must be present when going out."

Village Chief Zhang opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just nodded.

"Let's go inside and talk."

Su Jianguo gestured to the "bodyguards" behind him, and only brought the bearded man and the tallest "bodyguard" into the house, while the others stood neatly in the yard waiting for orders.

As soon as the door closed, Village Chief Zhang asked in a low voice.

"Jianguo, what are you up to?"

Su Jianguo took off his sunglasses, revealing a sly smile.

"Uncle Zhang, didn't you say the Song family are local bullies? I'm just playing the tiger."

Upon hearing this, Village Chief Zhang pondered for a moment and instantly understood.

Su Jianguo sat on a wooden stool, tapping his fingers lightly on the table, his eyes fixed on Village Chief Zhang across from him.

"Uncle Zhang, how did it go with contacting the other village chiefs today?"

Su Jianguo asked in a low voice.

Village Chief Zhang sighed.

He picked up the enamel mug and took a sip of strong tea.

"Jianguo, the situation isn't looking good."

Village Chief Zhang put down the jar.

"I spoke with the village chiefs of five nearby villages, and on the surface, they all said that the Song family was powerful and they didn't want to offend them."

Su Jianguo's brows furrowed even more.

"but..."

Village Chief Zhang suddenly moved closer, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes.

"After the event, the village chiefs of Baijia Village and Houjiatun Village secretly approached me and said that if a fight really broke out, they would guarantee to provide immediate support."

Su Jianguo's tense expression relaxed slightly, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

"Three villages are enough."

He stood up, paced a couple of steps in the cramped main room, then suddenly turned and asked.

"Uncle Zhang, are there any guns in the village?"

Village Chief Zhang was clearly taken aback by the question, and he almost dropped the jar from his hand.

He stared wide-eyed at Su Jianguo.

"Jianguo, what are you trying to do..."

"Just in case."

Su Jianguo said calmly, but his eyes were firm.

"My 'bodyguards' need to be well-equipped to maintain appearances, otherwise they won't be able to intimidate the Song family."

Village Chief Zhang frowned and pondered for a moment, his beard trembling slightly with his breathing.

Finally, he nodded.

"We handed some over before, but there are still a few pistols hidden in the village, along with some old rifles. They've been there for years, I don't know if they're still usable."

"A pistol will do."

A hint of satisfaction flashed in Su Jianguo's eyes.

"As a 'big boss,' it's perfectly reasonable for my bodyguards to be armed."

Village Chief Zhang got up and went out. A moment later, he came out with an oilcloth bag and carefully opened it.

Inside were three rusty pistols and two boxes of ammunition.

"The Type 54 pistol is a bit old, but it's still usable."

Village Chief Zhang picked one up and examined it.

"But Jian Guo, you should think this through carefully. What if things really come to blows..."

"Don't worry, Uncle Zhang."

Su Jianguo took the gun and skillfully checked its condition.

"I just want a deterrent; I won't actually fire. No matter how arrogant the Song family is, they'll have to think twice when they see real weapons."

At the same time that Su Jianguo and Village Chief Zhang were plotting.

Another scene was unfolding in Wang Youcai's home.

In Song Guixiang's room, Wang Youcai was kneeling on a wooden washboard, his bare upper body covered with purplish bruises.

He had a copper basin full of water balanced on his head, his arms trembling as he maintained his balance, sweat dripping from his face to the ground.

"Useless trash! You've completely disgraced the Wang family!"

Song Guixiang brandished a thin bamboo stick, striking Wang Youcai on the back with each sentence she spoke.