Chapter 316

Ye Cheng smiled faintly, didn't expect so many young people in the village to support him, but most of them are outsiders, with few from the Chen Family's main line.

But, this opportunity is rare.

As Li Yunlong said, when it's time to draw the sword, you must draw the sword.

Since we've come this far today, it would be downright stupid not to state my position.

Ye Cheng turned around, raised both hands, and loudly said to everyone,

"Uncles and aunts, brothers and sisters, I have a few words to say."

Seeing Ye Cheng still wanted to speak, the crowd below immediately fell silent, all looking at him.

Chen Jinhai's brows furrowed slightly; he didn't know what Ye Cheng was going to say now, but he had an ominous premonition.

"Hello everyone, I am Ye Cheng, I used to be a village loafer." Ye Cheng paused, and the villagers below burst into laughter.

Ye Cheng wasn't in a hurry either; he waited until the laughter subsided, then his expression turned serious and he said solemnly,

"What I want to tell you is, even as a village loafer I can make money and get rich—what about you!"

Ye Cheng suddenly raised his voice on the last few words, startling everyone present.

Without waiting for them to react, Ye Cheng suddenly pointed at them and shouted loudly,

"You! Are you willing to live a hard life all your life? To live your whole life in a broken stone house?"

"Or are you all just good-for-nothings, utterly useless?"

Nobody present expected Ye Cheng to dare scold them like that; they all froze on the spot.

"I'm putting this out there today: since I've become a candidate, I'm running for village chief. Our village is too closed off; over the years there's been no progress at all. I hope that under my leadership, I can bring a better life to Baiyun Village."

Ye Cheng paused for a moment, his tone easing,

"As for how you choose, that's your business; I can get rich on my own, I don't care."

"Alright, carry on, I'm leaving first."

Having said that, Ye Cheng shook off the villagers who hadn't reacted yet and went home to sleep.

He left, but the villagers exploded.

Several elders of the grandfather generation stood there stamping their feet and cursing loudly,

"What? Lao Er really wants to run for village chief?"

"This can't be allowed; you can't make him village chief just because he earned a little money—he hasn't even grown his hair fully yet."

"Exactly, he doesn't even have a wife; how can he establish a career without a family? He's too young and hot-headed."

"No hair on the lip means his work isn't solid."

They said that; some villagers couldn't be bothered to reply, but others weren't afraid, especially the younger folks who thought about having to go out to work and got angry,

"Tch, you've got hair on your lip, so what? Look, there are still a few young people in the village who've all gone out to work."

"Your thinking is just too stubborn, you old fogies."

"What's the use of having a village chief if you've got no money?"

Being protested by a few youngsters in public, the elders felt a bit embarrassed and grabbed their canes to strike.

But their legs were inconvenient; they couldn't outrun the youngsters, so after chasing two steps they gave up.

Chen Jinhai stood where he was, brows locked tight; the worst thing had still happened.

Moreover, looking at this, quite a few young people in the village support Ye Cheng; this is not good—this is going to blow up.

The village chief position has always been in the Chen Family's hands; absolutely cannot let an outsider take it.

Chen Jinhai sank his face, hurried back home, intending to tell each Chen Family member personally, not letting Ye Cheng succeed.

After Ye Cheng finished playing the troublemaker and left, now thinking about it, he also understood: if he could become village chief, he would lead everyone to get rich together.

If he can't, then sorry, I'll just look after my close few.

News of Ye Cheng's intention to run for village chief spread quickly through the village; that evening several people came, all asking Ye Cheng if he really intended to run for village chief.

Some came to advise Ye Cheng, others came to show support.

By seven or eight at night, Ye Cheng was getting annoyed, so he simply turned off the lights, thinking, 'I'm going to sleep; you surely won't keep knocking on the door.'

Fortunately, this trick was somewhat useful; that night Ye Cheng managed to get a decent sleep.

Early the next morning, Ye Cheng first checked the system:

Luck Value: 60+20

Points: 7900

Savings: 180,002, External Debt: 30,000, Mortgage: 300,000 (including interest)

Hmm, today's Luck Value is so-so; I can go out to sea fishing.

As for village chief and such, making money feels more solid.

After packing up a bit, just about to head out, I suddenly remembered.

Damn!

No!

Those two grandmothers today seemed to have said they'd come.

Shit, how did I forget this.

Ye Cheng anxiously rushed to Xiao Hu's place; Xiao Hu had already packed his stuff and was about to go find Ye Cheng.

"Xiao Hu, get me two stools for the boat."

"Brother, why do you need that? Nobody brings stools when going out to sea."

"Ah, you go find them first; I'll go buy some food."

"No, brother, I've already brought food."

"Bring two more portions of vegetables, light ones; I'll go buy some stuff."

After saying that, Ye Cheng bolted away, damn it, these two grannies are boarding the boat—I need to get some snacks to shut them up.

Li Quezi had already opened the door; Ye Cheng rushed in, snapped up a huge pile of snacks—snacks, preserved plums, and drinks—and after thinking it over bought a few packs of napkins before finally stopping.

"Lao Er, what are you up to? Going out for a picnic?"

Li Quezi saw him buying so much and asked curiously.

"Ah, it'll come in handy today," Ye Cheng said offhandedly.

Li Quezi finished the bill, then lowered his voice and asked, "You really intend to run for village chief?"

"Ah, I already said that yesterday—right, help me organize, get a few votes."

"Sure, I'll definitely get them for you—you're a big customer of mine."

"Alright, I'm not saying more—I'm heading out."

After saying that, Ye Cheng grabbed his stuff and ran off; Li Quezi stared, bewildered—'This kid, what's wrong with him? Is there anything bigger than running for village chief?'

While Ye Cheng waited back home with his purchases, there wasn't a single vehicle at the gate, leaving him a bit uneasy—maybe they weren't coming after all.

"Damn it, will those two grannies show up or not?"

Ye Cheng pulled out his phone to call, but hesitated—what if they were just joking?

Nowadays people toss off remarks all the time; left with no choice, Ye Cheng paced about like an ant on a hot pan.

"Bro, what's wrong with you? Anyone else coming today?" Xiao Hu showed up lugging a huge pile of stuff on a tricycle—Ye Cheng's motorbike had been taken by the Chen brothers, so now he could only manage a small tricycle.

Seeing the tricycle, Ye Cheng started worrying again—how are two beauties supposed to sit on this thing?

"Get a bigger tricycle, or they won't fit later."

"Huh? All this stuff is already on it," Xiao Hu said, utterly baffled.

"Ah, just go get it—hurry up!" Ye Cheng said, anxious and flustered.

"Alright, I'm going—what on earth is wrong with you?"

Xiao Hu muttered off to look for a big tricycle.