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The villagers who had gathered to watch hadn't dispersed yet, standing in twos and threes in the alley, whispering amongst themselves. Everyone had heard Qi Yang's harsh words, and some were worried for the Wang family, after all, the Qi family did indeed have influence in this area.

But many people, watching Lin Feng leaning against the locust tree smoking, felt inexplicably that this young man was not flustered at all, as if Qi Yang's threat had not been directed at him at all.

A short while later, Yang Ru called back. Lin Feng answered, listened for a few words, and a slight smile curved his lips.

"We've already had it checked. Qi Yang's sister, Qi Qing, is indeed a department head at Chitian Chemical. I've spoken with the person in charge at Chitian Chemical and asked them to suspend Qi Qing from her duties, citing an internal audit finding a conflict of interest in her position, requiring her cooperation with the investigation. Do you think this is sufficient?"

"Let's leave it at that for now. Just scare them a little. If they still come looking for trouble, then we'll see."

"Okay. By the way, when are you coming back? There are a few project documents waiting for your signature."

"I'll go back in two days, after the birthday banquet is over."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Feng pulled Wang Yue close and kissed her on the forehead. "It's alright now. That Qi Yang won't dare to cause trouble again."

Wang Yue was still stunned. "Isn't her sister a manager at the chemical plant? How could she be suspended so easily?"

Lin Feng flicked his cigarette butt into the trash can in the corner of the yard. "Your Sister Yang is the vice president of the Provincial Investment Group. Chitian Chemical is under the Provincial Investment Group. Although it's not directly under her management, her word still carries weight."

Wang Yue opened her mouth, feeling as if her worldview had been completely redefined. What she considered a local tyrant was, for Lin Feng, a problem that could be solved with just a phone call.

Back in Qingyuan, Lu Hao was a local tyrant, but Lin Feng sent him to a detention center overnight.

Suddenly, she realized a reality she had never considered before: in Lin Feng's world, what good could come of someone who could get the vice president of the provincial investment group to personally call and deal with a matter?

Sure enough, news came from the neighboring village that afternoon. Qi Yang's sister, Qi Qing, had been suspended from her job, supposedly due to internal issues requiring investigation.

The Qi family panicked. After making inquiries everywhere and pulling many strings, they finally found out that this was all the will of someone higher up, and it seemed to have something to do with Lin Feng.

The one who tied the knot must untie it; my daughter absolutely cannot get into trouble!

Qi Yang's father personally drove the car that he usually showed off all over the village to the Wang family's door.

After getting out of the car, he took his son and walked quickly into the yard, his forehead covered in sweat and his voice trembling.

In front of Lin Feng, he beat his son, then humbly pleaded, "Mr. Lin, Mr. Lin, I'm Qi Yang's father. That kid was ignorant and offended you, so I apologize on his behalf. Please be magnanimous and don't hold it against him. I'll definitely discipline him properly when I get back, and I guarantee he'll never dare to cause trouble again. Um... as for my daughter, could you please be lenient?"

Lin Feng leaned against the locust tree, smoking a cigarette. "We'll talk about this after the banquet," he said, without even glancing at the tree.

"Okay! Thank you, Mr. Lin!" Qi Yang's father replied repeatedly. It was already a great honor that the other party had even said a word. He took a few steps back, then turned around, took his bruised and battered son into the car, and drove away in a dejected manner.

After the news spread throughout the village, the neighbors looked at Lin Feng differently. Before, they thought he was just a wealthy and generous city tycoon, but now they realized that this handsome young man was not only rich, but also possessed power they could never have imagined.

Even the village party secretary, Lao Chen, took the initiative to come over and chatted with Lin Feng for a while. He said that if the Wang family needed anything in the future, the village would definitely cooperate fully. He would also personally oversee the road repair project to ensure that every penny was spent wisely.

Wang Yue's father was squatting in the yard peeling garlic, while several neighbors chattered amongst themselves. Some said that the Qi family had finally met their match; after so many years of bullying in the village, someone had finally taught them a lesson.

Some people say that Old Wang's family has found a good son-in-law, and no one in the village will dare to bully them anymore.

Some people said that this General Manager Lin was too amazing. He suspended Qi Qing with a single phone call from hundreds of kilometers away. If they hadn't seen Qi Yang's father come to kowtow and apologize, who would have believed it was true?

Upon hearing these words, Wang's father simply smiled sheepishly and put the peeled garlic cloves into the basin.

She looked up at Lin Feng, who was leaning against the locust tree chatting with the village secretary, and then at her daughter, who was squatting next to her grandmother peeling oranges for her. She couldn't hide the smile on her face.

Having lived for over fifty years, I used to feel inferior to others in the village because of poverty, and I would always bow my head before greeting people on the street.

Now, wherever he goes, people take the initiative to talk to him. He can stand up straight and for the first time feels that he can hold his head high for the rest of his life.

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On the day of the birthday banquet, the village was even more lively than during the Spring Festival.

Before dawn, Boss Wang's catering team drove three vans into the village. The stoves were lined up outside the courtyard, and several cooks in white aprons were busy chopping meat and vegetables. The oil in the large iron pots had already started to smoke.

The lion dance troupe started beating drums and gongs under the banyan tree at the village entrance. Several young men crawled into the lion's head to try out the steps, while a group of children surrounded them, jumping around excitedly.

The song and dance troupe was testing the sound system on the makeshift stage. After a burst of ear-piercing static, the female singer cleared her throat and sang a local folk song. Her voice carried far down the valley.

Grandma Wang Yue was wearing a brand-new red cotton-padded jacket today, with a red silk flower pinned to the collar. She sat in the newly bought rattan chair in the middle of the yard, with a new blanket that Lin Feng brought from the city covering her legs.

Looking at the busy crowd in the courtyard and the endless stream of villagers coming to wish him a happy birthday, tears welled up in his cloudy eyes.

Several elderly women from neighboring villages, supported by their families, came over to celebrate her birthday. Holding Cuifang's hands, they marveled at how wonderful her granddaughter and grandson-in-law were, saying that the spectacle was even more grand than when the town's richest man got married.

The lion dance troupe danced all the way from the village entrance to the courtyard, performing several somersaults in front of the old lady to the beat of the drums. Finally, a red couplet with gold characters was spat out of the lion's mouth.

The song and dance troupe had been performing non-stop since the morning, singing folk songs, mountain songs, and pop songs in turn. Occasionally, a few villagers would be pulled onto the stage to perform impromptu, and the applause and laughter from the audience mingled together.

Fireworks went off on time after dark.

When the first firework exploded overhead, Grandma Cuifang looked up, the colorful light reflecting off her wrinkled face.

The light shone for a full hour, illuminating the entire valley as if it were daytime. Several young people filmed the event on their phones and posted it online with the caption, "An old lady in the village is celebrating her 80th birthday, and her grandson-in-law is throwing a lavish party."

The video was quickly shared widely, and the comments section was full of envy. Some people did the math and said that the fireworks alone must have cost hundreds of thousands of yuan; some people recognized the song and dance troupe and the lion dance team and said they were professional; others dug up the road construction, saying that the people not only set off fireworks, but also spent several million yuan to build roads in the village, and the road was named after the grandmother.

The comment section immediately exploded, with everyone asking, "Does this grandson-in-law still need a girlfriend?"

Just as the village was immersed in the joy of the birthday banquet, dozens of kilometers away, Qi Qing dragged his suitcase and pushed open the door of his house.

The news of her suspension from the company spread quickly. Her colleagues, who were usually polite to her, now avoided her. She returned her computer and employee badge to the administration department, was targeted by the audit department, and ultimately resigned.

When she went downstairs, she ran into the leader in the elevator who was supposed to promote her to deputy minister at the end of the year. He just sighed and said, "Wait for the notification," without even looking at her.