America: The neighbor's wife is so incredibly hospitable!

"We'll talk about next month's business next month." Chen An stuffed the receipt into Sarah's hand, then pulled her away.

"Let's go, Sarah. The air here is too polluted."

The moment I stepped out of the bank.

The midday sun shone on my face.

Sarah looked at the thin receipt in her hand, as if it weighed a ton.

She took a deep breath and then turned around abruptly.

On the bustling street, she hugged Chen An without hesitation and kissed him hard on the lips.

"Ugh—"

The passersby were stunned.

But Sarah didn't care.

At this moment, all she wanted to tell the world was that this man was her savior and her everything.

"An... thank you... thank you so much..." she sobbed.

Chen An patted her back and wiped away her tears.

"Alright, the battle isn't over yet. The defense was successful; now it's time to attack."

………………

Two o'clock in the afternoon.

Chen An drove his pickup truck, carrying Sarah, to the other side of town.

This is the construction site of the "five-star eco-resort" developed by Hongyan Development Company.

At this moment, dust was flying everywhere on the construction site, and bulldozers and excavators were roaring.

"What are we doing here? To settle scores with Smith?" Sarah asked, somewhat frightened.

"No, civilized people don't use their hands."

Chen An parked the car on a secluded high slope and took out his phone.

I opened a complaint and reporting webpage, the official website of the Montana Department of Environmental Protection and the Flathead County Health Department.

"Remember how that bald Gary disgusted us? Sanitation problems, illegal emissions."

Chen An pointed to the edge of the construction site, where a stream was flowing slowly towards Lake Flathead.

In the construction site's living area, several temporary sewage pipes were stealthily extending into the grassy area by the stream, where the water had become noticeably murky and foamy.

"In order to meet the construction deadline, Smith did not build standard septic tanks and sedimentation tanks at all."

Chen An sneered, raised his phone, and filmed a high-definition video of the sewage outlets.

"In Montana, this is a serious environmental crime. Especially since this is a buffer zone of a nature reserve."

Click "Send".

Chen An filled out the complaint form and attached the video and coordinates.

He not only sent it to the Environmental Protection Bureau, but also copied it to several local environmental organizations and a reporter from the Daily Intercontinental.

In the United States, if you mess with the mob, you might still be able to get away.

But if you offend the Environmental Protection Agency and those radical environmentalists, you won't be able to move a single nail on your construction site.

"That's it?" Sarah looked at Chen An's actions and found it somewhat unbelievable.

"Let the bullets fly for a while."

Chen An started the car, in a great mood.

"That bald guy Gary cut off my electricity and water. So I'll shut down the entire Smith construction site. That's called tit for tat."

………………

as predicted.

Only three hours had passed.

As evening fell, Chen An was adjusting the roaring generator in the greenhouse when his cell phone suddenly rang.

It was a text message from Sheriff Reynolds.

"You're ruthless, kid. The state environmental protection department just sealed off Smith's construction site. They said it's serious water pollution, a starting fine of $50,000, and an indefinite work stoppage for rectification. Smith was furious on site, and is now frantically searching for who reported him. You'd better watch out."

Chen An looked at the text message and smiled.

"Looks like I can finally get a good night's sleep tonight."

He went into the greenhouse.

Sarah is inside watering the newly transplanted seedlings.

Hearing footsteps, she turned around, her face beaming with a happy smile.

"An, look! All those seedlings have survived!"

Chen An walked over, hugged her from behind, and rested his chin on her shoulder.

"They survived, and so did we."

"How shall we celebrate tonight?" Sarah turned around, wrapped her arms around his neck, and her eyes were full of hints.

"The generator is still running, and it's very loud..."

"Then let's continue what we didn't finish last night."

Chen An picked her up and placed her on the wooden workbench that was originally used to store tools.

"But this time, let's try a different position."

Water mist was spraying from the greenhouse, and the generator was roaring.

On this territory that belongs to them, any enemy that attempts to invade will ultimately pay the price.

The victor has the right to enjoy the sweet fruits of victory.

Although there was a generator, the rumbling noise did disrupt the tranquility of Montana's early morning.

Eight o'clock in the morning.

Chen An sat in a rocking chair on the porch, holding an account book in his hand.

Sarah was trimming his nails like a virtuous little wife.

Sunlight shone on the two of them, and if you ignored the exhaust pipe belching black smoke next to them, it would have been a perfect pastoral painting.

"Cash on hand: $1900"

Chen An closed the ledger.

Although he won yesterday's gamble and paid off Sarah's immediate debt, his own pockets were empty again.

The generator is a major fuel consumer, and that V8 pickup truck is also a gas guzzler.

In addition, we will need to purchase solar panels to completely break free from the power company's control...

Money is still not enough.

"An," Sarah gently blew on Chen An's fingers and looked up at him.

"Although the bikers were scared away, the farm will still feel too empty when you're not home or when I go to pick up the kids from school."

She hit the nail on the head.

The land is 120 acres, with only two houses 100 meters apart.

Once an intruder is detected, they can enter almost unnoticed, except for those few security cameras.

"We definitely need someone to guard the house," Chen An nodded.

"I was thinking about this yesterday. Those few inanimate cameras alone are not enough."

"How about getting a dog?" Sarah suggested. "Jerry has always wanted a Golden Retriever."

"Golden Retriever?" Chen An shook his head, a hint of disdain on his lips.

"That's a pet, we need warriors. A golden retriever would just wag its tail and help a thief carry a flashlight."

Having offended a local tyrant like Hongyan Company, they also had to protect the secret vault in the back mountain.

What Chen An needed was a creature that would make coyotes, black bears, and even thugs wielding baseball bats wet their pants.

"Come on, I'll take you somewhere."

Chen An stood up. "Let's go invite a new member."

………………

Half an hour later.

The pickup truck stopped in front of a secluded hunter's house in the mountains north of the town.

The place was filled with deer antlers and dried animal hides, and the air was thick with a wild, pungent smell.

"Old John! Wake up! Business is here!" Chen An patted the wooden door.

The door opened, and an old man with one eye and a full beard walked out.

He was the most famous hunter and dog breeder in the area.

"Hey, isn't this the Chinese kid who caused all that commotion?" Old John looked Chen An up and down with his only remaining eye.

"I heard you reported Smith's construction site yesterday? Well done! That bastard tried to buy my land last year, but I set my dogs on him and drove him away."

"So I've come to learn from you." Chen An offered him a cigar. "I also need a dog that can bite."

"Bite?" Old John took the cigar and smelled it. "Then look over there."

He pointed to the iron cage in the yard.

The cage contained several fierce-looking dogs: Rottweilers, Dobermans, and Pit Bulls.