Chapter 1789: Spit Out Everything You Took From Me

If it were someone else, she would also be angry, but that kind of anger is different from now.

The person replacing her now is her good sister.

Usually, they called each other "sister" with such affection, but now, in the face of profit, they immediately changed their faces, and the two became like enemies.

"Why is it you? What are you doing running around our village?" the woman from Old White's family glared, hands on her hips, and demanded.

That woman was slightly flustered, but she calmed down very quickly.

"It was your Village Chief who invited me here to do a livestream. Are your eyes blind? It's so obvious and you still can't see it."

"Right, my eyes are blind and my heart is blind too, for believing you would be my sister. What are you? Your family is so rich, yet you still run to our village to snatch food from my mouth..."

"No matter how rich I am, I'm not as rich as you. You're the real rich woman; with so much money buried at home, you still cry poor all day long..."

The argument between the former "good sisters" was at its peak; there was no buildup and no beating around the bush. They went straight for the jugular, attacking wherever it was most sensitive.

Anything else would have been fine, but the direct mention of money made the woman from Old White's family turn red-eyed, and she spread her ten fingers and lunged at her.

"Bullshit, you're lying, I'll tear your mouth apart!"

The reason she suddenly went berserk was that there was indeed over a million buried in her house.

The other party did not show weakness, and they immediately started fighting. The entire process of the two women fighting was captured by the cameraman on the side...

But they were so engrossed in the fight that they didn't even notice.

That evening.

Midnight.

The woman from Old White's family was sneaking out of the village carrying a large suitcase when countless bright lights suddenly flashed around her.

"Who goes there?"

"Don't move!"

"Hand over the suitcase."

The woman panicked; she hurriedly threw herself onto the suitcase and shouted loudly: "Help, robbery!"

"I've called the police, get lost!"

But no matter how she shouted, it was useless.

The people who came were indeed the police.

But they were not ordinary police; they were economic police, specifically coming for her.

The suitcase was opened, and inside were stacks of banknotes neatly arranged, over a million in total.

The woman from Old White's family was taken away. Soon, within three days, many people from the villages near Phoenix Village were also taken away, and a lot of money was found in their homes.

The women gave all sorts of explanations for the origin of this money, but lying was useless; it was quickly investigated and cleared up.

It was the very money that Litian had been swindled out of back then.

The truth came to light; that donation which had mysteriously disappeared had finally seen the light of day again!

At the time, because there was no evidence, those people were arrested and many had already been released. Now, the released people were arrested again; this time, they wouldn't be coming out until they had served their full sentences.

And their women, those who had gone to cause trouble for Litian back then, also met no good end.

For the crime of harboring criminals and intentionally causing trouble for others, they also went inside.

Now the common people had finally vented their long-held anger!

This money was to be returned to the victims.

Litian and Lu Feifei came to Phoenix Village together and, in front of everyone, used this money to re-establish a Poverty Alleviation Special Fund, with Phoenix Village's Village Chief, Sheng Zirui, as the manager of these funds.

Litian and Feifei only stayed for two days before returning; they had taken leave to come out and had a lot of work to do.

Although this money was theirs, their original intention was to help poor children. Now that the money had been found, their original intention remained unchanged, and with the money being managed by Zirui, they were even more at ease—a hundred percent at ease.

Zirui still used the old method: where every cent was spent was open and transparent, and everyone could see it.

This way, it was clear at a glance.

Those who truly needed help received it, while those who wanted to fish in troubled waters could no longer do so.

In a short period of time, Phoenix Village's standard of living and reputation "soared" upwards.

People fear fame just as pigs fear being fat; Phoenix Village became famous, and more people came to "learn from their experience"!

Accountant Hao was worried and asked Zirui with a bitter face: "Village Chief, what should we do? The cadres from the county are coming down to inspect, we have to prepare some local specialties..."

Zirui interrupted him: "That's not good, right? They are coming down to learn and inspect our work. If we take the opportunity to sell them agricultural products, isn't that a bit inappropriate?"

Accountant Hao slapped his thigh, laughing bitterly: "Oh, my great Village Chief, I'd say you're smart, but your scholarly air is thicker than anyone else's. You still want to sell our agricultural products to them? What are you thinking?"

"It should all be given away for free, and we have to serve them with good food and drink. That was the past; now that we have money, I suspect even the expenses will have to be covered by the village..."

"Impossible, that won't happen."

Zirui said decisively: "They are all people of quality, how could they be as unbearable as you say? Our village accounts are all open and transparent, and every cent's destination is visible to the whole village. If someone were to have itchy hands and post the details online, wouldn't you be causing them to lose their jobs? You're too wicked..."

As Accountant Hao listened, he realized something was wrong.

Good heavens, who is "wicked"!

Village Chief Sheng is truly formidable; this is playing the pig to eat the tiger without moving a muscle. However... it sounds satisfying.

Although it sounded satisfying, Accountant Hao was very timid. He didn't dare to offend the "big shots" from above; he was just a small accountant with no background and no ability.

If he were caught by someone, he wouldn't even have a place to cry.

"Village Chief, your idea is good, but I haven't been feeling well lately..."

Zirui saw through what he was thinking at a glance and readily agreed: "I'll give you sick leave; you don't need to accompany them tomorrow."

"Good, good, thank you, Village Chief." Accountant Hao breathed a sigh of relief.

It was just as well that he wasn't accompanying them; Zirui didn't want him to follow either, lest he hold him back.

The next day, early in the morning.

The "big shots" from the county arrived in a grand procession, right on schedule.

These people, under the pretext of "seeking knowledge," had just entered Phoenix Village when they were all sent down to the farmland.

The cadres were dumbfounded.

Why was the routine different?

In the past, whenever they went down for inspections, which village wouldn't surround them front and back, take them to the fields to have a look, snap a few photos, and then entertain them with fine wine and food, only for them to return full and satisfied, while conveniently bringing along high-quality local specialties?

For a "suddenly wealthy" village like Phoenix Village, with so much money, it shouldn't just be their village alone spending it; everyone should have a share!

The idea was well-conceived, but upon arriving, they discovered it was completely not the case.

Village Chief Sheng Zirui, upon hearing they wanted to inspect, didn't even have anyone prepare tea, but took them directly to the farmland, letting them inspect at close range!

He even separated everyone, having villagers lead them one-on-one, teaching them how to work by hand!

It wasn't just that; there was also a professional filming team recording them, saying it was a live stream.

Now, even if they weren't "willing," they had to be.

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