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The next day.
As the first light of dawn appeared in the east, the clouds and mist on the mountaintop became even more swirling after the rain.
The mountain mists, like ribbons, gently swirl around, adding a touch of mystery to each village.
After washing up, Ah Chen didn't go out, but instead went to the floating pavilion.
A cup of tea, a pen, and a stack of paper.
He was writing as he pondered, and no one knew what he was writing, but his focused expression made the two chieftains who had already come up somewhat uneasy.
Soon, core Miao people such as Arong, Adong, and Agan also came up.
Gou Dan bent down and picked up the crumpled paper that A Chen had thrown on the ground. Then, like a little earthworm, he slowly crawled back to the two clan elders and sat down on the ground, looking at them furtively.
"Ah, a suicide note?"
"What? A suicide note?"
"Did Ah Chen write a suicide note?"
With a cry of alarm from Gou Dan, the floating pavilion exploded!
The two village chiefs hurriedly snatched the crumpled paper ball from the others. Arong and Agan were terrified, their faces turning pale.
But who knew...
The over-sixty-year-old Chief Tang actually kicked Gou Dan directly.
"You little brat, what nonsense are you spouting? Look closely, are those the words 'suicide note'?"
Gou Dan grinned, which infuriated A Zhuang and the others.
"You little brat, don't you know that scaring someone can kill them! Ah Zhuang, twist him and beat him to death."
Before A-Dong finished speaking, Gou-Dan had already been carried away by A-Zhuang like a chick.
Soon, Gou Dan's screams of agony rang out.
The two village chiefs, who had just experienced a false alarm, were quite frightened.
Mu Chen was also disturbed by the shouting. He stood up, looked at Chief Tang and his group approaching, and said with a wry smile:
"It's so early in the morning, and the two chieftains are cursing me like this. Don't they feel bad about it?"
The clan elder glared at Ah Chen, walked around the wooden table to see what Ah Chen was writing, and said, "You little devil, you didn't write a will, did you?"
"Oh my god, I, Mu Achen, have no worries about food or clothing now. Am I out of my mind to write a will?"
"That's good."
As soon as the clan elder nodded, Chief Tang began to look through the things Ah Chen had written. "I need to check them myself, just in case you're hiding something."
"See? See?"
"What kind of talisman is this? I can't understand it."
As long as it wasn't a suicide note, Tang Zhai finally sat down with peace of mind.
At this moment, Arui brought over the freshly brewed medicine, which Arong took and gave to Achen. "This is a spiritual medicine that one of your uncles found in the mountains overnight with his men. Drink it while it's hot, and you should be better in two or three days."
"Please thank this uncle for me, Uncle Arong."
"You can thank him yourself when you officially become relatives with him." Chief Tang's words left A-Chen completely bewildered.
Ah Chen blinked and asked, "Isn't this the medicine that our uncles from Black Crow Village went into the mountains to find?"
"No, this time it's our Que Dong Village."
Chief Tang's tone made Ah Chen even more puzzled. He thought to himself, "Who did I offend? How did I manage to provoke you, Chief Tang?"
"Alright, Brother Tang, let's talk about serious matters with Ah Chen first."
After the clan elder's reminder, Chief Tang let A-Dong speak first.
"Ah Chen, apart from the hundreds of thousands of top-grade fruits and six hundred thousand ordinary fruits that you asked us to keep, all the fruits from this season have been sold out. Here are the receipts, take a look."
Mu Chen glanced at the list and, although surprised that the people who placed the orders came from major coastal cities, he thought it was normal.
"Ah Chen, are you just going to take a quick look like that?" Ah Dong asked.
"Otherwise, if I don't trust you, who else can I trust?"
Such a simple sentence brought tears to Uncle A-Dong's eyes.
But Ah Dong still said, "The 'Candy' company in the provincial capital took half of the fruit. I confirmed this with you on the phone."
Achen nodded, and Agan, who was in charge of the accounts, immediately gave all the bills to Mu Achen for inspection.
"Ah Chen, apart from the few hundred thousand fruits we kept, the rest of this season's fruit has all been accounted for, totaling 43.6 million. Please check it."
“I know what’s going on, Uncle Agan.”
"We've checked the accounts many times and there are no problems, but you still need to check them."
"Just find out the truth!"
Ah Chen wasn't not calculating; he had already roughly calculated it in his mind. So, he only needed to glance at the key numbers to determine the final number would fall within that range.
As the two village chiefs took out their bankbooks and cards, Uncle Agan continued, "We've already advanced some of the money for those who urgently need it. The final settlement will require your signature, Achen."
"Uncle Agan, your technique reminds me of a college student."
"Ah Chen, just don't laugh at your uncle. The Holy Maiden taught us all this over the phone."
"I knew it."
Ah Chen suddenly realized and said, "The Holy Maiden will be back in a couple of days. She can manage the orchard then. If you need anything, just talk to her."
"Ah Chen, aren't you going to take care of Guolin's affairs anymore?"
"Yes, Ah Chen, even with the Holy Maiden's help, you are our pillar of strength."
Agan and Adong panicked, while Achen said with a grin, "Didn't I have the title of orchard manager? I even had business cards printed out."
"Administrator? That won't do!"
I disagree.
The two village chiefs objected, not to mention Agan and his group.
But Mu Achen said, "Guolin is famous far and wide now! Two chieftains, I am only seventeen years old. If others knew that I could make decisions directly, I would be kidnapped as soon as I went out."
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