Liu Qingchun’s heart itched, but thinking of the beautiful woman at home, he gritted his teeth and said,
"I just don’t believe Zhang Xiaoshan’s money can’t run out. Besides, we earn money to marry and have children, to pass on our lineage, right? What’s the use of money if we let women slip away."
"Yeah, that’s right."
Zhang Xiaoshan heard everything clearly and immediately picked up a stack of cash, waving it as he spoke.
"You’re wrong about that. With money, would you still fear a lack of women?"
"Yeah, the village chief is right too. With money, I can buy a flat in the county and properly get a wife."
Some villagers were swayed.
"Hmph, Zhang Xiaoshan, I... I will never submit."
Liu Qingchun left in a huff.
Zhang Xiaoshan scoffed with disdain.
He never considered Liu Qingchun a worthy opponent.
"Little Shan, Little Shan..."
At that moment, a figure hurriedly rushed into the village office.
After being released from the county, she was now helping in the family restaurant.
She was still wearing her apron.
As she ran, her proud bosom trembled and swayed incessantly.
The men in the village all stared, eyes fixed.
Although Su Xiangmei was somewhat older, her beauty and figure were still very enchanting.
"Aunt Xiangmei, what happened?"
"Little Shan, there’s trouble. Someone came to make trouble."
Su Xiangmei gasped heavily, shaking even more,
Her beautiful face filled with panic.
"Trouble? Who dares to cause trouble in White Dragon Village?"
"I’m not sure, but he isn’t from our village, he’s a boss from outside. The restaurant has been smashed up, and the guests are terrified. You’d better go have a look."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Xiaoshan, unable to contain his anger, hurried towards the family restaurant.
Sure enough, the tents outside the courtyard had been knocked down and the courtyard was overturned.
Yu Xiuxiu, who was confronting the newcomers, saw Zhang Xiaoshan and immediately ran over, her face pale with fright.
"Don’t be afraid, I’m here."
Zhang Xiaoshan soothed Yu Xiuxiu’s emotions and then walked towards the main hall.
Inside, at a large round table, sat a pot-bellied man, flanked by two women in tight skirts, dressed very provocatively, serving him on either side, with two rows of bodyguards standing behind him, nearly twenty men in total.
This was a planned confrontation.
Zhang Xiaoshan immediately recognized the sleazy fellow.
The owner of the Wanshan Hotel, Lan Dazhi.
"Ha, you kid still recognize me."
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Lan Dazhi appeared smugly triumphant, his face bearing a sinister and malicious expression.
"You run to our village, smash my family restaurant, and you want me to talk to you?"
Zhang Xiaoshan couldn’t help but curse aloud.
He was not willing to show even the slightest courtesy towards Lan Dazhi, this despicable man.
The villagers who had run over with Zhang Xiaoshan were also emotionally charged.
After all, their interests were now tightly bound with Zhang Xiaoshan’s.
Smashing Zhang Xiaoshan’s family restaurant was like smashing their livelihoods, and this matter was far from over.
In this mountainous region with its fierce local customs, many villagers had already brought shovels, pickaxes, and sickles.
Moreover, a crowd had gathered, numbering three or four hundred people.
Looking out the window, the crowd was dense, a dark mass swarming.
Lan Dazhi had not expected Zhang Xiaoshan to have such significant influence in the village, and he felt somewhat intimidated for a moment.
"Ha, don’t be hasty, I have something to discuss with you."
"That is, I want you to supply goods to my hotel, as much as you have, I’ll buy it all. Let’s prosper together."
Zhang Xiaoshan narrowed his eyes, staring at Lan Dazhi.
"Refusing is fine too, you’ve seen for yourself. If you make things difficult for me, I won’t make it easy for you. I’ll send my men daily to smash your restaurant, making it impossible for you to operate, and I’ll use herbicide to kill all your fruits and vegetables."
"We’ll all go down together."
"Don’t believe me? Just try it."
Zhang Xiaoshan kicked over the table.
A large pot of hot fish soup poured directly onto Lan Dazhi.
Lan Dazhi let out a wail.
He thought he had set the stage, playing tough, expecting Zhang Xiaoshan to back down a bit. But he hadn’t expected Zhang Xiaoshan to be so tough, acting without a second word.
Li Erniu and Wu Biao were the first to charge up.
The villagers also stormed in, weapons in hand.
"Ouch, don’t hit, don’t hit..."
The hall immediately erupted into a brawl.