a long time--
"Young ladies, may I ask whose rice you're growing?" the old man asked the women in the rice paddy.
Coincidentally, the person living nearby was my mother-in-law.
For the past month, the mother-in-law has found herself increasingly unhappy with her son-in-law, Mu Achen.
Because every time she saw the girl, the girl's belly was still flat.
She was anxious, and even began to wonder if Mu Achen really had a problem in that area.
No, I need to find time to give that brat Mu Achen some serious treatment.
But at that moment, when the mother-in-law heard a Han Chinese person asking a question, she angrily pointed at Mu Achen on the other side of the field ridge and said:
"If you have any problems with that scoundrel, go talk to him."
Forehead--
Is my mother-in-law on her deathbed?
I didn't do anything to her!
Mu Achen looked sullen.
The elderly man in his sixties happened to see Mu Achen getting up when he turned his head. He paused for a moment, then walked forward.
But the bald man in a suit and carrying a briefcase who was next to the old man went past first.
"Hey young man, is this rice paddy yours?"
The bald man spoke with extreme arrogance, saying, "If it's yours, point out your field. I've got my eye on this rice. Name your price, and I'll buy it!"
"Mr. Zeng, please be more polite." The old man hurriedly tried to stop him, but the man surnamed Zeng looked Mu Achen up and down and said with a look of disdain, "Don't worry, Mr. Jian, there's nothing that money can't solve these days."
"Kid, I've seen you here the whole time. This must be your family's farmland!"
The bald man pointed to the rice paddy in front of Mu Achen and said, "I took a look, and it's about half an acre. It should yield about 500 catties of rice, which is about 300 catties of millet."
"This year, the price of rice in Guizhou Province is between 38 and 50 yuan per 100 jin. I'll give you the highest price, 50 yuan."
"So for this half-acre of your land, I'll give you 150 yuan, consider it mine. I'll come back after it's ripe."
"You guys will have to lend a hand when the time comes, help me harvest, pack it up, and find a vehicle to take it to the county town."
"so--"
At this point, the bald man unzipped his bag, pulled out 170 yuan and gave it to Mu Achen, saying:
"I'll pay you in full; the extra twenty will be your labor costs and the truck's freight."
Upon hearing this, the old man surnamed Jian intervened again, "Boss Zeng, watch your words. This is a young prince from the Miao family."
"Mr. Jian, it's alright!"
The man surnamed Zeng remained arrogant, completely unaware that Tang Abao had arrived in the rice paddy. Mu Azhuang's face darkened, and he gripped the Miao knife at his waist.
Mu Achen glanced coldly at the bald man surnamed Zeng and said, "If you're sick, go get treatment. Stop babbling in my Miao village."
"Kid, don't be ungrateful. The price I'm giving you is the highest I can offer."
"I think you are quite ill."
"Kid..."
Peng---
Mu Achen kicked out, and then Mu Azhuang's Miao sword was immediately raised to meet the attack.
Zeng was dumbfounded. He clutched his thigh, which had been kicked by Mu Achen, and dared not move because the Miao knife around his neck was radiating a chilling aura.
"Boss Zeng, who asked you to meddle? We're having our own conversation, do we need you to step in?"
Old Man Jian was furious. He even glared at his proud student, seemingly blaming the student for making a bad friend.
Sure enough, the middle-aged man next to Old Man Jian tried to pull the man surnamed Zeng away, but---
Ah Chen wouldn't budge, so how could Ah Zhuang let him go? "Don't move, or I'll cut him off!"
"Young master, calm down, calm down." Old Man Jian had heard of the fierceness of the Miao men and had seen it many times along the way, so he was not surprised.
But he didn't want to cause any more trouble, so he scolded Zeng again.
The man surnamed Zeng dared not speak out against his anger.
Ah Chen waved his hand, signaling Ah Zhuang to put away the Miao knife first, then stared at the bald man and said, "You keep talking about this, aren't you just trying to use money to pressure us? Do you really think we Miao people are fools? Do you think my half-acre of land can only yield five hundred catties of rice?"
"Kid, I'm the owner of a grain and oil factory. In Lincheng, my factory is the biggest. You just want more money, right? Name your price."
"Also, the price of the rice in this area is right, my factory will buy it all!"
After the bald man finished speaking, he actually dared to give his business card to Mu Achen.
From Lincheng?
Mu Achen took the business card and found that he really was the owner of Lincheng Grain and Oil Factory!
but---
Ah Chen tore the business card to shreds and stared at the bald man, saying, "You're really sick, seriously sick! The biggest grain and oil factory in Lincheng, so what?"
"Kid, I own millions in assets. Do you know what that means to poor people like you?"
call--
"Millions? Poor people?"
Mu Achen smiled!
Even Tang Abao and Mu Azhuang, who were standing next to him, laughed.
Tang Abao said, "I've seen you before. Last night at the fruit shop, you were complaining that you hadn't gotten a number after waiting for several days. You were even planning to spend money to find a shortcut to buy fruit from our Miao people. Have you found a way yet?"
"I'm sure I'll get a number tomorrow!"
Upon hearing this, Tang Abao glanced at Achen.
Ah Chen said, "You won't get a spot! To be precise, Starry Fruit Forest won't let you participate in the lottery, and 'Candy' Company won't sell you a single fruit. You're rich, aren't you? Go ahead and try your luck with your money."
As soon as he finished speaking, Mu Achen immediately instructed Azhuang, "Go tell Guodian, and then have Shengtang inform Yan Hao to blacklist this person!"
Ah Zhuang nodded, turned around and left.
But Zeng was not calm, because Achen mentioned the name Yan Hao.
"you..."
"Don't be surprised. You, the owner of a multi-million dollar business, aren't even qualified to carry my shoes."
Mu Achen said in a cold tone, "As for the rice in our paddy fields, you are not worthy to talk to me! Also, if I hear you call me 'boy' again, you will bear the consequences."
Without waiting for the consequences, the men who were busy in the rice paddies came out, grabbed the bald man, and threw him into a tributary of the Qingque River.
thump---
Water splashes rose up.
"Help---Help---cough cough--Help--"
The bald man turned out to be a terrible swimmer; he struggled in the river for several minutes, choking on the water countless times.
"Young men of the Miao ethnic group, please have mercy!"
The old man surnamed Jian quickly stepped forward to plead for them, but unfortunately, the Miao people ignored him.
Finally, it was Mu Achen who spoke up, and the bald man in the river was then pulled out by several princes using bamboo poles.
The bald man, fearing he would be beaten by the fierce-looking Miao people, hurriedly ran away after getting ashore.
But just a few minutes later, the bald man arrived with plainclothes officers.
However, the plainclothes officers saw from afar that the person they were supposed to uphold justice for was Mu Achen, and they all said they had stomach aches and needed to use the restroom first.
Well, those plainclothes officers probably fell into the latrine; they haven't been seen since they left.
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