Brother, just how powerful is our family?

Qin Family Villa, Huai County.

Starting at five in the morning, various vehicles began to park on the streets outside the villa area.

A long line had already formed in front of the Qin family villa.

The line stretched from the entrance all the way to the main road of the community, with at least three or four hundred people.

They carried various gifts: Moutai liquor, Wuliangye liquor, cordyceps, bird's nest, famous paintings, antiques...

Some people even led live sheep or carried whole hampers of pork.

"Brother Jianguo, Happy New Year!" A man in his fifties approached, carrying two bottles of Moutai, his face beaming. "Although it's not New Year's now, it's even more festive than New Year's! Our Qin family has produced a true dragon!"

Qin Jianguo vaguely remembered him; he was a distant cousin from the next county, and they hadn't been in touch for over twenty years.

He smiled and nodded: "Thank you for your kindness. Please have a seat."

The cyborg assistant took the gift registration and guided the guest to the adjacent rest area to wait.

There were already over a hundred people sitting there, exchanging pleasantries and business cards, making it as lively as a large business cocktail party.

"Uncle Qin, Aunt Qin, I am a representative of the Qin Clan Association of Hedong." A middle-aged man in a Zhongshan suit respectfully handed over his business card. "We checked the genealogy and found that our branch migrated from Huai County during the Hongwu period of the Ming Dynasty. According to seniority, Qin Feng should call me his paternal uncle."

Qin's father took the business card and glanced at it: "The Qin family of Hedong? I remember that a branch of our ancestors moved to Hedong..."

"Yes, yes, yes!" The middle-aged man's eyes lit up. "We're family! I've already notified the clan association to prepare for revising the family genealogy and to include Qin Feng's branch again. When would be a convenient time for us to hold a ceremony to recognize our ancestors?"

Qin Jianguo and his wife exchanged a glance. They had never heard of these people before, but now they were all coming out to claim kinship.

"Well... let's talk about this when Xiaofeng gets back," Qin Jianguo said tactfully. "He's busy right now, these things aren't urgent."

"I understand, I understand!" The middle-aged man nodded repeatedly. "President Qin is now a man who accomplishes great things! Our clan association has decided to donate funds to build a 'Qin Feng Memorial Hall' in Hedong, so that future generations will know that our Qin family produced such a remarkable figure!"

Similar conversations were repeated throughout the morning.

A representative from the Qin family, who came from Jiangsu and Zhejiang, claimed to be a descendant of Qin Hui, the famous minister of the Southern Song Dynasty. His voice dropped eight octaves when he spoke of Qin Hui, and he quickly added, "But our branch has long since severed ties with the main branch!"

Some came from Guangdong and Guangxi, saying that their ancestors were descendants of Qin Qiong and that they shared the same origin as the Qin family of Huai County.

Some overseas Chinese returned from abroad, holding yellowed family genealogies, saying that their grandfathers went to Southeast Asia and had always been thinking about finding their roots. Today, they finally found them.

Even more outrageous, a family claiming to be descendants of the tomb keepers of Qin Shi Huang's mausoleum sent representatives to say that according to ancient custom, Qin Feng, as the "contemporary First Emperor," should go to Mount Li to pay homage to his ancestors...

Qin Jianguo was completely bewildered.

He's been running a convenience store all his life; he never imagined he'd become the "ancestor" of so many people.

Fortunately, the bio-engineered team left behind by Qin Feng proved useful.

A cyborg who looks to be in his fifties and has a refined demeanor is arranging everything in an orderly manner.

Register visitor information, categorize gifts, arrange reception, and maintain order.

He was followed by more than twenty assistants, each of whom was well-trained and behaved appropriately.

When someone tries to force their way in or causes trouble, plainclothes but sharp-eyed guards will appear in time to politely but firmly ask them to leave.

"Dear fellow villagers and relatives," the butler's gentle yet clear voice echoed throughout the room, "we have registered all visitor information and will process it all once Mr. Qin returns."

"If there is anything particularly important, you can leave a written statement. If it is just a simple visit, I appreciate your kind intentions, but please take the gift back with you—Mr. Qin instructed that gifts should not be accepted."

These words caused a stir in the room.

"This won't do! It's just a small token of my appreciation!"

"We're relatives! How can you be so formal!"

"I have something important to discuss with Uncle Qin!"

The butler smiled, but his eyes were firm: "These are the rules set by Mr. Qin. Please cooperate."

His imposing presence commanded respect. Though unwilling, people had no choice but to comply.

After all, this is Qin Feng's butler, representing "President Qin," who owns an interstellar warship.

At 10 a.m., the first group of government officials arrived.

The newly appointed county party secretary and county head of Huai County led a delegation followed by the heads of more than a dozen departments, including the Development and Reform Commission, the Investment Promotion Bureau, the Education Bureau, and the Urban Construction Bureau.

Under the pavilion, the county party secretary shook Qin Jianguo's hand and said sincerely, "Mr. Qin, we are here today for two reasons: first, on behalf of all the people of the county, to express our congratulations and gratitude to you and Comrade Qin Feng; second, we would like to... learn about some things."

"Secretary, please speak." Qin Jianguo gestured for them to sit down.

The county magistrate cut to the chase: "Elder Qin, we've heard that Comrade Qin Feng wants to establish the Yanhuang Civilization in the Pacific Ocean. This is a tremendously good thing, and we fully support it. However…"

He paused, observing Qin Jianguo's expression: "In Huai County, will the Huanyu Group's investments—the chip industrial park, materials company, university town, film and television base…—continue?"

This is the issue that local governments are most worried about.

If Qin Feng really goes to the Pacific Ocean to establish a nation, will these projects in Huai County be abandoned halfway? Will the factories that are already in operation be relocated? Will the projects under construction be halted?

It's important to know that Huanyu Group's investment in Huai County has exceeded 500 billion yuan. This has directly created over 50,000 jobs and indirectly boosted employment for over 200,000 people.

Huai County's GDP is expected to increase by more than a hundred times this year due to these investments.

If Qin Feng withdraws his investment, Huai County's economy will collapse instantly.

Qin Jianguo understood. "Secretary, County Head, don't worry."

He pointed to the ground beneath his feet: "This is Qin Feng's hometown, my roots. Even if he flies to the moon, these roots will never be severed."

"Xiaofeng told me before he left," Qin's father said firmly, "that none of the investments in Huai County will be withdrawn. The chip factory will continue to expand, the materials company will increase its investment, the university town will open on time, and 'The Song of China' will continue to be filmed."

He said that the Yanhuang civilization is his dream, but Huai County is his root. Dreams can fly far, but roots must be planted deep.

These words brought tears to the eyes of the officials present.

The county party secretary excitedly grasped Qin Jianguo's hand: "Mr. Qin, thank you! Thank you, Comrade Qin Feng! You have no idea how much pressure we've been under these past few days. It's not that we're worried Comrade Qin Feng won't invest, it's that we're worried that such a good development opportunity will be interrupted because of Jianguo's matter. We would be the sinners of Huai County!"

"No, that won't happen." Qin Jianguo patted his hand. "Xiao Feng is a man of his word. Since he's invested so much money in Huai County, he'll definitely see it through to the end."

"Furthermore," Qin's father recalled something, "Xiao Feng also said that after the Yanhuang Continent is established, Huai County will serve as a 'special cooperation zone' for the Yanhuang civilization in the Dragon Kingdom. At that time, there will be more exchanges and closer cooperation between the two sides."

"Really?!" the county magistrate exclaimed in surprise.

"Of course," Qin Jianguo nodded.

The officials were completely relieved. The anxiety they had felt when they arrived had now subsided.

The conversation became much more relaxed afterward. The Party Secretary reported on Huai County's recent developments: the second phase of the chip industrial park project had commenced, expected to create another 20,000 jobs; the first batch of school buildings in the university town had been topped out, and the first batch of students could be enrolled in September; the ancient scene area of ​​the film and television base was basically completed, and the mythological portion of "The Long Song of China" could be filmed soon…