Chapter 1685: Right, I Am Being Hypocritical

The next day.

Shi Youxuan wore a beige cashmere coat... what she wore didn't matter.

What mattered was that she wore three large gold bracelets on one wrist, and six on both hands!

That wasn't all; all ten fingers were covered in dazzling, eye-catching rings, alternating between gold and diamond.

She wore two necklaces around her neck: one was a gold chain as thick as a thumb, and the other was a diamond necklace. Even her small ears weren't spared; the two large gold pendants looked heavy enough to be a burden.

After getting dressed, Shi Youxuan was very satisfied with herself in the mirror.

A proper nouveau riche; this was the effect she wanted!

She went out with two reporters, and the head-turning rate was five hundred percent!

Most people's impression was—a rich person, far too rich.

There was also a small portion of people who, besides acknowledging her wealth and taking a few extra looks, felt more jealousy and resentment in their gazes.

Why?

Why do others have it, and I don't?

This money probably didn't come from a clean source.

Flaunting it like that, she'll get robbed sooner or later!

These jealous people were the very same hoodlums and street loafers who had almost overturned the noodle stall yesterday.

Although these people were jealous to death, their eyes were glued to Shi Youxuan and couldn't look away.

"How much must all that be worth?"

"Where did this rich person come from?"

They followed behind Shi Youxuan and her group, and the three of them soon noticed.

"They're following us, what should we do?" The female reporter was timid and a little scared.

Shi Youxuan whispered to comfort her: "It's fine, we're on the main street now, they wouldn't dare do anything."

Soon, the three of them arrived at the school, just as Sheng Litian was walking out of the school gate.

"Mom, why didn't you give me a heads-up before coming? I could have gone to pick you up." Litian was happy to see his mother, but he was puzzled by her attire.

In his memory, his mother had never worn such exaggerated jewelry, making her look like a nouveau riche; what was she trying to do?

Shi Youxuan raised her hand and gave a casual wave; the reflection from her rings created several dazzling arcs that almost blinded the hoodlums!

But no matter how greedy they were, they didn't dare step forward to rob her, at least not right now.

"So she's Sheng Litian's mom; the Sheng Family is truly rich, really rich!" One of them drooled with greed.

But the others were indignant: "Why? With so much money, why not share some with us to spend?"

"So stingy, she'll choke to death sooner or later!"

The few hoodlums turned into "lemon spirits," feeling incredibly sour.

But being sour wasn't enough; it started as jealousy, and soon, malicious ideas began to bubble up.

A hoodlum nudged the person next to him with his elbow: "Er Mao, didn't Teacher Sheng promise your uncle he'd donate money? Now that his mom is here, hurry up and call your uncle. If some other village catches wind of this and snatches it away, we'll be the ones at a loss."

"Right, right, call him quickly."

The person called Er Mao was reminded and immediately called his uncle.

Er Mao's uncle was fast enough; he arrived in less than ten minutes.

There was no need for introductions; just by looking at her clothes and accessories, he knew who Teacher Sheng's mother was!

Er Mao's uncle was overly familiar, enthusiastically grabbing Shi Youxuan's hand to shake it: "Hello, hello, you must be Mrs. Sheng, right? I am the Village Chief of Er Kanzi Cun. We have been looking forward to your arrival for a long time. The mutton is already stewing in the pot, let's go, let's go, please come with us..."

Very enthusiastic, far too enthusiastic.

While he was talking, he kept holding Shi Youxuan's hand and wouldn't let go, which made Sheng Litian feel disgusted.

"Let go."

"Ah, Teacher Sheng, you've misunderstood. Our local customs are simple and honest; you must not think the wrong way..." Er Mao's uncle tried to shift the blame.

Since he said that, Litian couldn't really say anything more.

Litian hadn't thought the wrong way; Er Mao's uncle was simply stunned by Shi Youxuan's beauty when he saw her.

But hindered by his status, he couldn't go too far, but a handshake should be fine, right?

Once he grabbed Shi Youxuan's hand, he couldn't bear to let go. After all, a city woman's hand was just different, so soft...

Before he could fully indulge in his fantasies, he was told to stop and had to let go.

Er Mao's uncle hadn't come alone; he brought a whole group of people, and while speaking sweet words, they pushed the group along without giving them a choice.

In his eyes, Shi Youxuan wasn't just a beautiful woman, but a walking God of Wealth; he had to invite the God of Wealth to his home immediately.

Along the way, Er Mao's uncle's mouth was like it had been greased, and he didn't stop talking.

It was all flattery; throughout the whole journey, Shi Youxuan didn't say a single word and remained expressionless.

She knew exactly what this person was thinking; it was nothing more than wanting to say nice things to coax her into a good mood, and then swindle more money out of her.

It wouldn't be that easy.

When they reached the entrance of Er Kanzi Cun, Shi Youxuan stopped.

She finally spoke, and her first sentence caught him off guard: "I heard from my son that yours isn't the only village that needs donations this time, right? What about the people from the other villages?"

Er Mao's uncle hadn't expected her to ask that.

He blurted out: "They don't need it; they are all taken care of by the state."

"Oh—"

Shi Youxuan asked slowly and methodically: "The state takes care of other townships and villages, but it just doesn't take care of yours, is that right?"

He hadn't realized he had been set up yet, so he followed Shi Youxuan's lead and replied: "Exactly! Even the five fingers on a hand aren't all the same length; the state doesn't take care of everyone. The state just doesn't take care of us. The common people in our village can't even afford to eat now; it's truly pitiful..."

He brought out the same flattery skills he used earlier and kept on talking.

But this time, he was describing how miserable and how difficult things were for his villagers; the more miserable he could make it sound, the better, as that was how he had always done it whenever he needed relief, and he was acting according to experience now.

But it seemed that today, his experience was not very useful.

After he finished speaking, he invited Shi Youxuan into the village to eat, but Shi Youxuan did not move.

She reached out to wipe away non-existent tears and said, "Your village is truly too miserable; the villagers cannot even get enough to eat, so how could I have the heart to eat meat here? You had better distribute the meat to the villagers to eat; we are leaving."

She looked back at the two reporters, and both of them nodded.

The meaning was: everything the Village Chief said had been recorded, and the best part was yet to come.

The goal was achieved, and they prepared to retreat.

But wanting to leave—was it really that easy?

Although the Village Chief invited them into the village to eat mutton, in reality, he viewed them as fat sheep to be fleeced.

They had already reached the village entrance; were they going to leave without leaving anything behind?

No way.

The Village Chief blocked Shi Youxuan's path: "Mrs. Sheng, it is fine if you do not eat, but you cannot refuse to enter the village. Our villagers have been looking forward to your arrival so much that their eyes have turned green. Now that we have finally managed to get you here, if you go back now, I will have no way to answer to the villagers."

Shi Youxuan agreed quite easily: "Since that is the case, I will go with you for a trip to see the living conditions of the villagers, but let us be clear first: I am not eating."

"That is fine, that is fine."

He agreed immediately.

The group walked into the village, and the situation in the village was truly not much different from what the Village Chief had described.

The villagers' houses were not very good; many were simple, makeshift structures, and the villagers lived right there.

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