Tang Mo, who was pouring water for Su Qian, glanced at Mu Chen, who looked all old-fashioned, and she became more and more curious!
Even so, Tang Mo wouldn't ask directly, but instead moved outside the thatched hut.
I believe in your abilities!
Su Qian couldn't figure out Mu Chen at all.
This Miao man is clearly a multi-millionaire, yet he's holed up in this poor, remote mountain village, growing fruit trees.
How much money can you make from fruit trees?
It's really incomprehensible.
Su Qian pulled out a bag and said, "These are all the vehicle's documents and registration certificate. As you instructed, the pickup truck was purchased in the company's name."
"These are company materials."
"This is the shareholding of the chili processing plant. The company invested 500,000 yuan, holding 49% of the shares."
"The rest of these all require your signature."
Mu Chen nodded. "Please sit down first, I'll talk to you after I've finished reading."
Su Qian sat down as instructed.
A moment later, A-Dong, A-Gan, and A-Rong pushed open the door and walked in.
Each person carried a large box on their shoulder.
"Ah Chen, these things have your name on them, where do you think we should put them?"
"Just put it next to my bed for now, I'll tidy it up later." Mu Chen didn't even look up.
Su Qian couldn't understand the Miao language, but she saw Mu Chen point to the back of the thatched hut.
She tilted her head slightly, stunned. A bed made of a few planks of wood—was that of a multi-millionaire?
Ah Zhuang asked from the doorway, "Ah Chen, my grandfather heard that you have friends here, and he asked me to ask you whether you're taking your friends to the village for dinner or cooking and bringing it over?"
"Brother, should I go back and kill a chicken to wait for you?" Duoduo asked sweetly.
Mu Chen shook his head, "No need! Don't worry about it."
"All right."
"Oh, by the way!" Mu Chen called out to Agan and the others who were about to leave, and asked, "Uncle, could you ask around in our two villages who can drive?"
“Ah Chen, I can, I have a certificate.” Tang Mo’s second uncle volunteered.
Mu Chen nodded and handed him the car keys and vehicle registration. "Try driving that pickup truck out there."
"Should I drive it out and try it? How can that be? You can't just touch other people's cars." Arong waved his hands repeatedly.
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