In such a small village, there are only a few really successful people.
For an ordinary family, it is really something worth showing off if the younger generation can have a monthly salary of 7,000 yuan.
However, not long after he was immersed in pride, Old Li suddenly woke up and reacted.
He was almost interrupted by these old ghosts. He came here to discuss serious matters.
"Let's not get off topic. I'm really here to talk business. Where's Brother Zhang?"
Old Li asked urgently.
The uncles didn't respond. A man walked in. He was straight-faced and quite dignified. He replied, "Old Li, what do you want from me? Has someone taken over your land, or has someone thrown manure at your shop?"
In a village with not many young people, everyone lives a simple life.
On weekdays, the biggest task of the village committee is to mediate conflicts among villagers.
So when I opened my mouth, I naturally asked Old Li if he had encountered any problems.
However, Old Li shook his head and denied it, first looking at the several old men sitting there.
Those people already had gossip on their faces, and their butts seemed nailed to their seats, not wanting to leave at all.
The office is not big and there is no other space.
Old Li gave Lin Fan an awkward look, then glared at the other elders, "Give this young man a seat. He's a distinguished guest from our Chikeng Village!"
"Ahem...young people, are you not ashamed to fight for seats with old people?"
"Come on, my waist is so old, I feel like dying if I stand for a moment longer."
"Young people, it's good for your health if you stand more."
Several old men were muttering to themselves, without making any move to stand up.
"You people, don't neglect our guests!"
Old Li stamped his feet in anger, but it was of no use.
Village Chief Zhang, on the other hand, looked at the stranger curiously, and then asked Old Li, "Old Li, what's going on?"
Hearing this, Old Li stopped, stifling a smile, and pretending to be casual, "No big deal, it's just that this young man wants to purchase 2 billion yuan of ghost money from our Chikeng Town."
First there was dead silence.
Then, in the small village committee office, several rough men's screams were heard shrilly.
Holy crap, 2 billion yuan!
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