Everyone present turned around and saw a child of about seven years old, thin and frail, wearing ordinary farm boy clothes, but his whole body was filled with a cold aura that was incompatible with this mountain village.
The child's eyes are very bright, and except for being a little thin, his facial features are so perfect that there is no flaw at all.
People opened their eyes wide and were filled with doubts.
"Who is this kid? Even though he is wearing ordinary clothes, I'm sure he must be from the city." Someone pointed at Lu Ziqian and started talking again.
"Look at the aura on his body, the way he walks, and the expression on his little face. It's no wonder how we in Luozhaigou, poor and poor people, could have raised such an outstanding child."
Lu Ziqian seemed not to hear the comments of the people around him and went straight to Luo Guangqi.
Then, he stared at Ye Yongjun.
"It was her fault that my aunt bumped into your funeral procession, but there is something wrong with her brain now. I can bow and apologize to the people in the coffin for her, and I will pay you another two thousand yuan."
"However, the matter is the same. Uncle Luo has no relationship with my aunt. He is not my aunt's husband. We accidentally fell into the Baishui River yesterday and were rescued by Uncle Luo. My aunt may have been in the water for too long.
My brain was stimulated, so I was a little confused. I mistook him for my husband."
"There is no relationship between Uncle Luo and Aunt Wang Qi at all, so it is wrong for you to hit him."
"But since your family is having a funeral today and you are feeling very sad, I will give you an additional two thousand yuan as compensation. How about you let Uncle Luo punch you as well?"
Facing the furious Ye Yongjun, Lu Ziqian showed no fear and looked nothing like a seven-year-old child.
Ye Yongjun stared at him with disdain: "You? You're just a little kid, can you take out four thousand yuan at once?"
Lu Ziqian did not look at him again, but stared at the village chief and spoke slowly.
"Luozhaigou is only fifty kilometers away from Yucheng, but the economy is so backward. I observed it and found that the main reason is that the road leading outside the village is too narrow and too dilapidated."
"Moreover, most of the farmland in Luozhaigou is on a hillside, and farmers in the fields cannot withstand natural disasters. In fact, this kind of farmland on a hillside is the most suitable for growing fruit trees. After planting fruit trees, you can rely on Luozhaigou
The geographical advantage makes this place a leisure resort with beautiful scenery.”
"Rich people and office workers in Yucheng can come here for leisure and vacation on weekends. In spring, they come to enjoy the flowers when the fruit trees bloom, and in autumn when the fruit trees bear fruit, they come to experience the fun of picking. I believe that in a few years, Luozhaigou will
There will be earth-shaking changes. Everyone will become rich."
At a young age, Lu Ziqian once managed the Longwei Group. He is calm and wise, extremely talented in negotiation, and also has a keen sense of business.
He had only stayed in Luozhaigou for less than a day, but he had already discovered the strengths and weaknesses of this village. He also understood the people in this village's eagerness to be rich.
Therefore, in just a few sentences, he described a bright future for everyone.
Not only the village chief, but also the eyes of the surrounding villagers who were watching the excitement were a little bright.
After all, the village chief had seen the world. He pulled Lu Ziqian in front of him and looked him up and down: "Kid, who told you this?"
Most of the people left behind in the village are middle-aged and elderly people, and no one is interested in gossip and entertainment news, so they don't know much about the Lu family in Yucheng and the ninetuplets in the Lu family.
Those young people who had gone to Yucheng to work did not recognize the ordinary-dressed Lu Ziqian for a moment.
After all, who would have thought that the son of the president of Yucheng Lu Group would appear in the village in this way.
Lu Ziqian blinked, and he could see that the village chief was moved.
"No one, I came up with it myself. However, village chief, if you really want to lead the villagers to get rich, I can help you contact investors." Lu Ziqian said with a confident face.
"You? You're just a little brat? Stop being funny!" Ye Yongjun obviously didn't believe him, with a look of disdain on his face.
Lu Ziqian ignored him and looked at the village chief: "Grandpa, village chief, I do what I say. But you'd better seek justice first and resolve the matter at hand!"
After finishing speaking, he walked directly to the coffin and bowed three times solemnly: "Although I don't recognize you, I'm sorry for disturbing you today. I hope you have a good journey."
Then, he walked up to the village chief and said, "Uncle village chief, you and the rest of us will have to prove it today. I will give you two thousand yuan as compensation tonight."
Finally, he stared at Ye Yongjun: "Let Uncle Luo punch you, and I will give you four thousand yuan tonight."
Ye Yongjun still looked disdainful. He simply didn't believe that this little kid in ordinary clothes in front of him could take out four thousand yuan at once and attract investment for the village.
Because Zi Qian's clothes were soaked in water for a long time yesterday and were dirty and wet.
Therefore, Luo Guangqi went to his neighbor's house and borrowed a set of children's clothes for him.
Zi Qian is now wearing a set of very ordinary rural child clothes.
"It's just you, a little brat, who are you to blame! If you can come up with four thousand yuan at once, I will kowtow to you and apologize today!" Ye Yongjun pointed at Lu Ziqian and shouted.
Lu Ziqian looked at him coldly and curled up his lips: "Are you serious?"
Ye Yongjun patted his chest: "Of course it's true?"
The village chief hurried over to dissuade her: "Yongjun, don't get too serious with a child. The funeral is important. Today is the day when your daughter will be buried in peace. It's more important to do business first."
Ye Yongjun pushed the village chief away: "What should we do? The sixth uncle's promising time has been delayed by them. If our family Junuo won't be able to go to college or marry into a good family because of the bad time of Juanzi's burial, you guys
Who is responsible."
Ju Nuo is Ye Yongjun's three-year-old daughter. His reason is very far-fetched and ridiculous.
Uncle Liu is over sixty years old this year. He is a man in Luozhaigou who can see yin and yang and understands Feng Shui. If anyone has a wedding or wedding, they all like to ask Uncle Liu to see the good time.
Rural people are superstitious and think that doing so will bring them good luck and peace.
However, as soon as Ye Yongjun finished speaking, Sixth Uncle came out: "Yongjun, although I missed that time just now, four quarter past four in the afternoon is a good time, and it is suitable for your Juanzi to be buried."
Ye Yongjun ignored this sixth uncle and kept staring at Lu Ziqian.
Although Lu Ziqian was young, he could tell at a glance that in Ye Yongjun's eyes, he was the only one in his heart, and his wife and children were just excuses for him to ask for money.
He suddenly felt sympathy for Ye Yongjun's three-year-old daughter.
"Give me your bank card number and mobile phone, and I'll call someone to send you money right away." Lu Ziqian looked at him with disdain.
Ye Yongjun was stunned for a moment: "Hey, do you really think you are the young master of a certain consortium or company?"
But even though he said that, he still took out his mobile phone: "My WeChat ID is my mobile phone number. You can have someone transfer 4,000 yuan to my WeChat!"
"Then let Uncle Luo punch you first!" As he said that, he looked back at Luo Guangqi and motioned for him to seek justice for himself.
However, Luo Guangqi waved his hand: "Forget it, they are all from the village, no need."
However, as soon as he finished speaking, Wang Qi, who had been hiding behind him, suddenly came out. Without anyone reacting, he rushed directly in front of Ye Yongjun and slapped him.
"If you dare to hit my husband, I will beat you to death." Wang Qi, with messy hair, glared at Ye Yongjun angrily.