Li Daiming was not a bad person, at least much better than his father.
These words were said by the people in the surrounding villages.
Although Li Daiming's mouth was full of vulgarities, he was not reckless at all when he did things. Instead, he was very shrewd.
His father, Li Aimin, was the previous generation's village tyrant. All day long, he was thinking about how to exploit the villagers and squeeze the people's wealth. His table manners were also very ugly, so the villagers were full of complaints and suffered unspeakably.
Li Daiming grew up in Si Ping. He used to be a gangster that everyone disliked.
But ever since he graduated from high school and was sent to the army, Li Daiming seemed to have changed into a different person.
First, he contracted a gravel yard with his father's help. Then, he started to dabble in forestry, coal mining, and other businesses.
Li Daiming had an advantage, which was that he was not like a Pixiu that only entered and did not leave.
There was a surplus of labor in the rural areas, and many farmers who could not find a job had become idlers. Therefore, Li Daiming gathered all of these people together. He either led them to start businesses and become rich, or he simply let them work for him. Even if they did not do anything, Li Daiming would still pay them on time and not deduct a single cent.
Since everyone had accepted Li Daiming's kindness, they naturally wouldn't speak ill of the Li Family anymore.
After all, a big business like a mine was not something that ordinary people could come into contact with.
They did not understand the twists and turns of it. Anyway, as long as the Li family did not monopolize the profits, everyone's opinions would not be so big. At most, they would be jealous, but they would not complain all day long like before.
Li Daiming was doing well in the surrounding villages, and he never hid the fact that he was rich. This was because the first Lamborghini in Rain City was his.
Now that the Internet was so developed, everyone knew about Lamborghini, but not many people knew the specific model.
In fact, the cheapest Lamborghini Hurricane cost more than three million, and Li Daiming's Aventador cost more than eight million.
The roads in the countryside were very bad, and this luxury car that cost nearly ten million could only be parked in the county as a decoration.
In the words of the people, it was a table, a symbol of status.
Li Daiming was very ostentatious, but he would stay in Si Ping for at least three hundred days a year.
No matter how rich he was now, he would never separate himself from the masses. He had truly achieved the goal of coming from the grassroots and going back to the grassroots.
Why were there so many young people in the bridal procession joining in the fun?
Wasn't it because everyone knew that following Li Daiming would be beneficial?
Times have changed. Even the hooligans have become cultured. Naturally, the village tyrants have to adapt to the times so that they won't be eliminated. They have to hide in this good place with green mountains and clear waters to reproduce and survive.
After listening to the driver's introduction, Aunt Zhang immediately had the most direct understanding of Li Daiming's social status.
Therefore, the moment she returned to Tong Jiagou, she discussed with Chen Xi that they would return to Chengdu the next morning.
Anyway, she didn't have any relatives here. At worst, she wouldn't come back in the future.
These hooligans couldn't be beaten or scolded. Once they stuck to her, she couldn't get rid of them. Naturally, Aunt Zhang didn't want to be too entangled with them.
Seeing this, Chen Xi couldn't say anything more and could only nod his head continuously.
This trip was really depressing.
On the other side, after the little fellow returned to the old house, she climbed onto the bed alone and sulked.
Chen Xi wanted to coax her, but the little fellow angrily pushed him away.
Children of four or five years old already had a clear self-awareness. Chen Xi's behavior today really angered her, so the little fellow was so angry at her father for the first time.
His daughter was angry, so he naturally had to coax her. Therefore, Chen Xi went outside to catch a sparrow and quietly put it on the little fellow's pillow.
This sparrow was bound by Chen Xi's Zhenqi, so it could only jump around on the pillow and constantly chirp.
The little fellow was lying on the bed and panting. When she heard the sound of the sparrow close by, she couldn't help but raise her head from the quilt and then couldn't move her eyes anymore.
After all, birds were a great attraction to children.
The little fellow sat up at once and carefully stretched out her hands. After finding that the bird couldn't fly, she decisively reached out and held the bird in her hands.
"Papa! I caught it! Look! Bird! "
After the little fellow caught the sparrow, she immediately laughed proudly.
Seeing that Chen Xi was still next to her, she even held up the sparrow to show off to Chen Xi.
As for the previous unhappiness …
Obviously, she had completely forgotten about it.
The sparrow tactic worked. Chen Xi immediately went over and praised Niannian for being so amazing.
The little fellow really thought that the sparrow was caught by her, so she was also very happy.
The father and daughter gathered together to study this pitiful little sparrow. After a while, they were reconciled as before. Thus, they discussed catching another sparrow to make a pair and bring it back to Shangjing to raise it properly.
Just as the father and daughter were sticking together to show their love, three vans suddenly stopped at the entrance of the village.
Then, many young people came out of the car.
As the saying goes, "It's never too late for a gentleman to take revenge, but a villain takes revenge from morning to night."
Chun Wa 'er was obviously a standard villain.
He was still wearing a plaster cast, but he couldn't wait to bring his brothers to take revenge.
Although Li Daiming didn't say anything in the morning, it didn't mean that he would pretend that this didn't happen.
If he didn't even fart when his subordinate's arm was broken, how could he stay in this village in the future?
Therefore, when Chun Wa 'er proposed revenge, Li Daiming only said one sentence —
Don't kill anyone.
The implication was that as long as he didn't kill anyone, it wouldn't be a problem to injure or cripple them.
Chun Wa brought more than 30 people this time. They were all Li Daiming's subordinates. They were also the elite backbone when they fought with the mine boss at Qiongshui.
These people were aggressive. As soon as they got out of the car, they swarmed toward Aunt Zhang's old house.
Just as the villagers of Tong Family Ravine poked their heads out and wanted to see the situation, they were viciously pointed back at by Chun Wa with a knife.
"What are you looking at? Get lost! The director of Siping Police Station is my second uncle. If anyone dares to call the police, I'll hack them to death later! "
Seeing this, the villagers immediately retracted their heads and hid behind the door, not daring to show their heads again.
Just as Chun Wa 'er and his group walked toward the old house aggressively, Chen Xi, who was accompanying the little guy in the room, also frowned deeply.
To be honest, Chen Xi also felt that he was very degrading to have a conflict with these local ruffians.
But there was no other way. Since things had already come to this, he could only cut the Gordian knot and not let Aunt Zhang worry anymore.
Therefore, Chen Xi took out his mobile phone and called his sister-in-law, then walked out of the old house.
After casually setting up a soundproof restriction to surround the old house, he stood alone on the path leading to the valley and quietly looked at the group of sloppy young people in front of him.
Seeing them in groups of three to five, holding daggers and clubs with fierce expressions, Chen Xi couldn't help but feel emotional.
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