Chapter 1686: Already Recorded, Just Wait for Your Misfortune

Logically, the floodwaters have already receded, so the houses should have been rebuilt long ago.

Even if they haven't been rebuilt, they should at least be under construction; why is the village still in such a state of ruin?

Shi Youxuan asked, and the Village Chief gave his answer: "There's no money. I tell outsiders this, but they don't believe me. Now that you've come to see for yourself, you should believe it, right?"

"Our village is truly poor; we have no money to repair the houses..."

At this moment, the two reporters took out their cameras and began snapping away at the villagers' houses with a "Click! Click!"

Er Mao noticed and was very displeased: "Don't take pictures, you aren't allowed to."

He did not know the reporters' identities and simply assumed they were Shi Youxuan's attendants.

Not knowing the reporters' identities yet being so sensitive about photography—there must be something fishy going on!

The two were very displeased and retorted: "Why aren't we allowed to take pictures?"

"Isn't this the truth?" The two were young and hot-blooded, lacking experience.

What they had heard along the way had already filled them with anger, and now that they were being forbidden from taking pictures, their fury instantly flared up.

But this was Er Kanzi Cun, where the Village Chief was the local emperor, and there was no sense to be reasoned with.

The Village Chief glared and said: "I said you can't take pictures, so you can't. Don't talk to me about facts or whatever; I haven't read much and I'm illiterate..."

As he spoke, he winked at the people behind him, signaling them to snatch the two's cameras and smash them.

The people around him prepared to move, and the two prepared to defend themselves!

Just at this moment, Shi Youxuan said: "If you don't let us take pictures, then we won't, but without photos, the donation won't be approved."

"Wait a moment."

The Village Chief stopped his subordinates from snatching the cameras and asked: "Why?"

Shi Youxuan explained: "The donation is a large sum of money, not a small amount, so naturally it isn't up to our family alone to decide; it must be passed by the entire board of directors. But if you want people to take out money, you can't just say whatever you want with empty words, right?"

"Without pictures, there is no truth; who would believe it? If it were you, would you believe it?"

Er Mao was left speechless.

He hesitated for a moment and agreed to the photography, but although he agreed, he demanded they be selective—for instance, they could not photograph several of the nice houses, and could only photograph the ones he designated.

He even argued righteously: "Taking pictures of the nice houses is useless; it won't help with the donation."

Shi Youxuan realized that the nice houses must belong to the Village Chief and his relatives.

She had only thought they would be nice, but she hadn't expected them to be nice to this extent!

The nice houses before them made the three of them gasp.

These could no longer be distinguished by simple terms like "good" or "bad."

The houses before them were absolutely of a luxury grade.

Outside were white courtyard walls, blue brick trim, and a European-style large iron gate that was even fully automated.

The courtyard occupied a vast area, and there was even a swimming pool in the front yard; one could swim and cool off in the summer, and skate on it in the winter.

The courtyard was filled with exotic flowers and rare plants, with expensive flora casually arranged in rows.

Additionally, there were swings and lounge chairs.

On a small table next to a lounge chair sat imported tropical fruit and a bottle of red wine.

Shi Youxuan did not drink, but she recognized this bottle of wine; conservatively estimated, it was over a hundred thousand per bottle. Was the Village Chief using this kind of wine to entertain her?

Impossible.

It was indeed impossible. Seeing the few of them staring incessantly into the courtyard, the Village Chief hurriedly explained: "Mrs. Sheng, a very important person lives here, so don't you dare take pictures. Even looking should be kept to a minimum; don't bring trouble upon yourselves."

Trouble just from looking a couple of extra times?

What kind of person lived here?

Shi Youxuan asked, but the Village Chief wouldn't say, only claiming he didn't know either, and that it was just a mysterious person.

Finally, they arrived at Cunzhang Jia.

His home was much better than the average villager's, but it still couldn't compare to that "important person's" residence.

The mutton in the pot was already emitting a fragrance, and the Village Chief enthusiastically invited the group to enter the house and take their seats—the seats of honor!

Shi Youxuan took off her jewelry one by one, put them into her bag, and said to the Village Chief: "We won't eat; we just ate before coming here and aren't hungry yet. We'll go walk around the villagers' homes."

"I'll accompany you."

The Village Chief would not let Shi Youxuan and the others wander around the village at will, nor would he let them chat with the villagers alone.

They were followed at every step; even when going to the latrine, they were supervised by the Village Chief's wife.

The guard was quite strict, and the effect was quite good.

Under such tight surveillance, indeed no villager dared to "talk nonsense," and everyone said things as if they had agreed upon them beforehand; they were all about the same.

The entire village had a unified story—the state had not issued any disaster relief funds.

Fine, that was enough.

They made a round of the village and then proposed to leave!

The Village Chief refused to agree no matter what, saying: "How can you leave without eating? You said you weren't hungry when you first arrived, but hours have passed; how can you not be hungry now?"

"Besides, the mutton is already stewed; it was bought specifically for you. If you don't eat it, you'll be wasting our good intentions."

"And as for the situation in our village, you've all seen it. We are in such difficulty, you must at least donate ten million, right?"

"This money isn't something I'm just saying; it's what Teacher Sheng promised us personally. Your family is wealthy and powerful, you must keep your word."

Just as Shi Youxuan and the others were finding it difficult to get away, a large group of people rushed in from outside.

They were all people from other villages, including village chiefs and township heads.

Everyone happened to hear this part of what Er Mao said, and one by one, they were furious.

"Oh, so you actually want to swallow ten million all by yourselves?"

"Not a chance! Teacher Sheng promised our village too—we're splitting it!"

"Everyone who sees it gets a share, the money belongs to everyone..."

"They want ten million, we want ten million too!"

Originally, these people were still arguing over how to divide the ten million, but after being reminded, they all quickly changed their tune one by one.

"Right, we want ten million too!"

"I want ten million too!"

"Er Kanzi Cun has already taken quite a lot of money from Teacher Sheng, what right does he have to try and hog it all..."

Dogs biting dogs, a mouthful of fur.

As these people argued, they nearly came to blows.

In order to take more for themselves, people argued until their eyes were red and their hearts were blinded.

Everyone was so busy arguing that they didn't notice Shi Youxuan and the other two quietly leaving the courtyard and walking away.

They didn't leave the village directly, but instead entered a household.

This household was also a simple color-steel house; just now when they were talking, the male head of the house had a look of resentment, and what he said was very perfunctory.

Now that they had returned, the man was stunned.

"Why have you come back?"

Shi Youxuan said: "Someone was following us just now, so you probably didn't dare to tell the truth. Now there are only the three of us; old man, you can say whatever you want."

Tears immediately streamed down the old man's face.

"I have nothing to say, you should just leave."

The old woman came over, crying even harder than the old man: "Young lady, I know you are good people, but good people don't necessarily get good rewards. You should just leave, the water here is very deep!"

"Yes, you should just leave."

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