Zengjiazhuang Primary School.

Inside a dilapidated and leaky adobe house.

When Zeng Xinquan heard that Si Lige had taken over Mouse Street, the tilted balance in his heart became even more tilted.

Adhering to the mentality of revenge and disgusting Sili Ge, he went to the village chief of Zengjiazhuang and gave instructions:

"Go, go find Sili Ge in person, say good things to her, and beg her to accept the high-quality imitations you have here."

The high imitation industry in Zengjiazhuang is led by the village chief. Villagers with sewing machines make their own products and then submit them to the village chief.

Village chief Zeng contacted Zeng Yulan and delivered the goods to her.

The village chief is the leader and the bridge in the middle.

In order to gain more profits, he turned the village primary school into a small high-imitation factory, hiring people who did not have sewing machines to work for him.

Even presbyopic grandparents and children around ten years old work in factories and only get half the salary.

Therefore, Village Chief Zeng invested the most money and had the largest backlog of goods.

In order to find a way out for this batch of goods, Village Chief Zeng was so anxious that his hair almost turned white!

But he was self-aware and never thought of trying his luck with Sili Ge.

Village Chief Zeng looked at Zeng Xinquan in embarrassment, with a smile on his face in embarrassment:

"Xiaoquan, you know better than me what kind of person Sili Ge is. He is cold-blooded and ruthless!"

"How can I beg others so that they can take pity on me?"

"My high-end imitation factory, the high-end imitation business in the village, itself has a conflict of interest with others."

"It was like this last time, how can I still talk to others?"

Zeng Xinquan sneered, tilted his head and squinted at the village chief.

In his heart, he wished he could cut Village Chief Zeng into pieces with a thousand knives!

On the surface, he adheres to the mentality of recycling waste and uses coercion and inducement:

"Whether something can happen or not depends entirely on how capable you are."

As he said that, Zeng Xinquan threw a thin wad of money on the table, one thousand yuan.

"This is the deposit I will pay you in advance. As long as you can get in touch with Sili Ge, you can successfully sell the high imitation goods here to her."

"After everything is done, I will pay you the remaining balance, which is twenty-nine thousand."

"Whether you want the money or not depends on how many ways you can do it."

Village Chief Zeng was as big as two people: "Xiaoquan, what do you mean? I don't quite understand!"

Zeng Xinquan glanced at Village Chief Zeng with a non-smiling look and said, "What do I mean? It's not your thing to worry about."

These actions are nothing more than disgusting. Zeng Xinquan himself knows that it is impossible to succeed in revenge against Si Lige.

But what if he sees a ghost?

After all, there must be a brave man under a heavy reward. Who knows what kind of crooked ideas a cunning old man like Village Chief Zeng can come up with?

Village Chief Zeng said with concern: "Xiaoquan, I think that Sili Ge is not someone to be trifled with. The matter is over, and you don't want to have any conflicts with her..."

"I want you to take care of it!" Zeng Xinquan suddenly became furious and without any warning, he overturned the tattered desk in front of him.

The bundles of clothes piled on the table fell to the floor with a clatter.

"Who do you think you are! Huh? Are you qualified to take care of me? Do your job and stop talking to me!"

Zeng Xinquan's sinister and fire-breathing eyes seemed to want to eat people.

Village Chief Zeng was so frightened that he did not dare to say a word, and his eyes were full of horror.

Zeng Xinquan kicked away the clothes that had fallen on the ground, stepped on the scattered hundred-dollar bills, and strode out.

The villagers outside the classroom who were trying to pick at the door cracked into a panic and dispersed like birds and beasts.

After Zeng Xinquan left, the villagers secretly discussed:

"Yu Lan is dead, Xiao Quan is so excited!"

"No, look at him just now, he suddenly went crazy."

"I have to stay away from him. Xiaoquan has a sinister air about him."

…

Sili Ge is a man of action and does what he says.

While calling Si Xiaoxiao to ask how to draw the design, I started doing it here.

Si Xiaoxiao was holding her own press conference in London and went to see the venue three days in advance.

She was very patient and explained Sili Ge carefully.

At this time, Sili Ge’s bodyguard and special assistant Xiaomei came in:

"Mr. Li, there is someone outside, you will never guess who it is!"

Sili Ge was curious: "Who is it?"

Xiaomei couldn't help but laugh: "Village Chief Zeng!"

Sili Ge was stunned for a moment before realizing who it was:

"Tsk~ Is there something wrong with this person? What are you doing here?"

"How confident is he that he thinks I am willing to see him?"

"Xiaomei, go and send this person away. No matter what his reasons are, I don't want to see him!"

"Yes, Mr. Li!"

In this way, Village Chief Zeng was kicked out without even seeing Sili Ge's face.

Village Chief Zeng, who returned home in vain, didn't feel much at all, just a little disappointed.

This matter was supposed to work out and everything would be fine, so it was understandable that it didn't work out.

He walked boredly on the street, holding a low-quality cigarette without a filter in his mouth, and even the cigarette paper was made of hemp paper.

Looking at the small church opposite with a cross on top, Village Chief Zeng was stunned:

"If there really is a God in this world, why doesn't he bless us poor people?"

"Damn it, I worked so hard to build the factory and finally got a little better, but that woman Sili Ge came to cause trouble again."

"If the factory loses money, those supercilious people in the village will know how to ask me for money."

"Damn it, when I helped you make money, you shared it with me?"

"In this world, it's okay to share the joys and sorrows together. It's better if the mother doesn't come to add insult to injury to me!"

"You bastard Zeng Xinquan, when I fuck your mother, you know what to ask for!"

"You're such a jerk, you come here to give me advice every day."

"If you get too anxious, I'll take care of you too!"

Village Chief Zeng was holding a cigarette in his mouth and standing on the roadside cursing, as if he was a psycho.

"Hiss~"

The cigarette butt burned over and the close flame burned his mouth.

He has no money now and can't even afford a pack of good cigarettes.

They smoked rotten cigarettes without filters.

He took out the crumpled cigarette case in his pocket and inside was the last cigarette.

Pulling it out, Village Chief Zeng took a little bit of the smoke out of the end of the cigarette.

The space left was just enough for him to put the cigarette butt in his mouth.

In this way, the two centimeters of cigarette butts can be refilled and smoked without wasting.

He even felt sorry for the little bit of smoke he had just deducted.

Just after taking two puffs, an old lady came over quietly and said mysteriously:

"Comrade, I've been observing you for a long time. Have you been having trouble lately?"

This old lady, if not that old lady Yu, who else could she be?

As she spoke, Mrs. Yu took out a pamphlet from the Red Star Army green satchel she carried with her and handed it over:

"Look! Look! This is the wise motto of our 'King of Heaven' to save the world!"

Village Chief Zeng squinted one eye due to the smoke in his mouth and lowered his gaze to read the pamphlet.

"Haha, the King of Heaven, Master Hong, Qigong, ascended to the Kingdom of Heaven, and was personally received by the King of Heaven..."

Village Chief Zeng muttered while watching, and then Mrs. Yu began to brainwash him:

"Brother, this is a top-secret manual in our guild. I won't give it to anyone who is not destined to do it!"

"Our king in heaven has decreed that people will suffer when they come to this world."

"Only when the soul breaks away from the shackles of the body and floats into the holy realm of heaven can it be considered true liberation."

"And our Master Hong is the spokesperson of the King of Heaven on earth."

"Listen to Master Hong's teachings and let the fire burn your body to burn away all sins. Only then can your soul be guided by the King of Heaven and enjoy bliss..."

The aunt was so brainwashed that Village Chief Zeng listened with great interest.
Chapter completed!