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 to the outside of 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 the spring, they come to enjoy the flowers when the fruit trees bloom, and in the fall, 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.
The village chief had seen the world after all. 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 Yucheng Lu family and the Lu family's ninetuplets.
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.