South Bus Station.

Wang Qian approached the bus, glanced at the driver resting in the driver's seat, and asked, "Sir, how much does it cost to take this bus to Xieyang Village?"

The driver jumped in fright.

He rubbed his eyes, looked at Wang Qian, and politely replied, "Two yuan and fifty cents."

"OK!"

Wang Qian nodded and took out two yuan and fifty cents from his bag, handing it to the driver.

After taking the money, the driver handed a receipt back to Wang Qian, saying, "Find a seat yourself. There's still half an hour before departure, so you'll have to wait a while."

"Okay, thank you, master!"

Wang Qian nodded gratefully and found a seat.

The driver's name is Zheng Guangdong.

He had seen it in the documents, but when he came to take over, the bus was on its way to Xieyang Village.

Therefore, he recognized Zheng Guangdong, but the other party did not know who he was.

"Driver, two tickets, please!"

At that moment, more passengers came to buy tickets.

Wang Qian, who was sitting by the window, felt that the voice sounded familiar, so he looked closer.

He recognized him.

They were two young girls from the Yang family in their village. They were said to be very good at studying and were only half a semester away from graduating.

Although it wasn't a prestigious university, in this era, anyone who has attended university has unlimited potential for the future.

Having been back in the village for so long, Wang Qian had heard about the two girls.

The one wearing a blue cotton-padded jacket with a round face is named Yang Chunlan;

The woman with a mole on her neck and thin lips is named Yang Zihuan.

Wang Qian had heard Yang Shenglong mention these two girls before.

Because they are family, Yang Shenglong is always full of pride when he talks about his two cousins, regarding them as the glory of the family.

Wang Qian had seen him a few times, so he recognized him at a glance.

Not wanting to be recognized, Wang Qian turned his head to the side after Yang Chunlan and Yang Zihuan got into the car.

The two women didn't seem to look around much. They surveyed the car for a moment, then held hands and found a place to sit down.

To Wang Qian's dismay, the two of them actually sat down in the seats in front of him.

"Zi Huan, do you think what we're going to do this time is a bit immoral and unethical?"

"Shh!"

Yang Zihuan quickly made a shushing gesture, then glanced around to make sure no one was paying attention to their conversation before lowering her voice and saying, "Haven't you heard the saying, 'If a man doesn't look out for himself, he'll be damned by heaven and earth'?"

Yang Chunlan's tone was still full of guilt, "But I still feel a little guilty for harming the villagers, especially our own family."

Upon hearing this, Wang Qian, who was sitting in the back, was startled.

Harming one's own family?

What exactly are Yang Chunlan and Yang Zihuan up to?

At this moment, Yang Zihuan said again, "Feeling bad about it? Hehe, Chunlan, we all know each other well, why are you pretending to be a pushover in front of me?"

“Zi Huan, you…”

Yang Chunlan seemed to have been hit where it hurt, and instantly became somewhat angry.

But Yang Zihuan had no intention of stopping there. She continued to sneer, "Do you think that just because you went to university, you're an intellectual, a talented woman, and a noble person?"

Yang Chunlan's face turned pale, as if she had a guilty conscience, and she did not answer.

Yang Zihuan added, "In this world, money is everything! Don't forget how we graduated from university."

"Stop talking!" Yang Chunlan covered her ears, her face filled with regret and self-reproach.

"Hmph, just because I don't tell, does that mean those shameful things won't exist?"

Yang Zihuan leaned close to Yang Chunlan's ear and whispered, "You and I are the same. After we go back to school, we'll have to find time to serve those rich people."

"Enough!"

Yang Chunlan seemed to have reached her limit and hissed, "If you dare to mention this matter even once in the village, I'll fight you to the death."

"Don't worry, as long as you don't play the good guy for me, I won't expose these shameful things!"

Yang Zihuan sighed and said self-deprecatingly, "After all, we're in the same boat. If I tell you about the dirty things you did at school, you'll probably spill all my secrets too."

Hearing this, Wang Qian, sitting in the back seat, sighed deeply.

You really can't judge a book by its cover!

Has the family pride that Yang Shenglong sees on the surface, seemingly glamorous, actually rotted to this extent in the shadows?

Two gold diggers!

Although Yang Chunlan still retained a shred of shame, she had already done it all, so it was just a case of the pot calling the kettle black.

If Yang Shenglong and his family knew, I don't know how disappointed they would be.

At this moment, Yang Chunlan said in a low voice, "But Xiaoju has such a strong personality, are you sure you can persuade her to marry that old man?"

"Hmph, fiery temper?"

Yang Zihuan scoffed, "She's just an illiterate girl who didn't even finish elementary school. What's she trying to prove by pretending to be a virtuous woman? If she weren't somewhat pretty, would any rich old man even notice her?"

"But what if she absolutely refuses to agree? Wouldn't we have come all this way for nothing?" Yang Chunlan said worriedly.

"Don't worry, as long as you cooperate well, I'm confident I can persuade her!"

Yang Zihuan smiled sinisterly, "Her mother is seriously ill and needs a lot of money. Although her brother Yang Shenglong has managed to get on the good side of Wang Qian, this nouveau riche, it seems that he is just running errands for Wang Qian and doesn't earn much money at all."

"Her mother's illness cannot be cured without 20,000 yuan."

"No matter how strong-willed Xiaoju is, she has to bow her head in the face of cruel reality."

After a pause, Yang Zihuan added, "Her mother is waiting for a large sum of money to save her life. As long as she is willing to give in and marry that old man in his sixties, that old man will give her the money to save her life."

"Isn't she supposed to have a strong moral compass?"

"If she still wants to be a filial daughter, she can't possibly refuse this condition!"

“If we go back and do some serious talking to her, she will agree.”

"Hehe, that old man has already agreed that as long as we get this done, he'll give each of us two thousand yuan!"

"That's equivalent to more than a year's total income for a rural family!"

"What's the point of us women studying hard? What's the point of going to university?"

"Without family background or connections, after graduation, at best I can find a decent job, earn a fixed salary every month, and work myself to the bone."

"But look at those women who are incredibly wealthy, which one of them didn't use their beauty to win them over?"

"So Chunlan, you'd better put away your pathetic sense of shame as soon as possible. The path we've taken is the right one."

"What's wrong is the prejudice of the world and the outdated and ignorant moral concepts of rural people."

"Conscience is just a form of moral blackmail."

"As long as you achieve your goal, you don't care about the process."

"And there's one thing you have to believe: as long as we can persuade Xiaoju to marry that old geezer, she might hate us for a short time, but in the long run, she'll be grateful to us."

“After all, once that old man dies, even if most of his property is inherited by his son, a portion of it will still go to Xiaoju.”

"Even with that small amount of wealth, it's more than many people could earn in a lifetime."