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As the two were talking, the assistant pushed in a small cart piled high with documents that were more than half a person's height.

Jiang Yingxue didn't say anything more, picked up the faded project proposal at the top and opened it.

That was the first draft of the Nanxiang Development Plan personally prepared by the old man when he was alive, and his handwritten annotations are still on the cover.

For the rest of the time, Jiang Yingxue hardly got up from her chair.

She arranged all the materials in chronological order, from the initial plan from the old man's era to the meeting minutes of several restarts and shelving, and then to the population flow data and demolition compensation standards of Nanxiang in recent years.

Chu Nan sat to the side, occasionally handing her documents and pouring her water a couple of times.

He discovered that Jiang Yingxue read very quickly, not in the way of flipping through pages, but in the way of making annotations in her notebook while reading.

Her handwriting was very neat, and each key point was categorized using a different colored pen.

Finally, Jiang Yingxue closed the last document, leaned back in her chair, and closed her eyes to rest for a moment.

Then she opened her eyes, flipped the notebook to the front, and saw that the dense annotations on it were divided into three categories.

"The reason why the development of Nanxiang has been stalled is not because of money."

Jiang Yingxue's tone carried an unprecedented certainty, "The project funds that the old man prepared back then would be more than enough even today. There are three real problems."

"First, the clan structure in Nanxiang is completely different from other areas of Beihai. People there are organized in clan units, and their resistance to foreign capital is deeply rooted."

"Secondly, the three core forces of the clan system in the south of the bridge are the north, south, and east of the bridge. They are united against external forces, but there are many internal conflicts. Many years ago, a number one figure emerged who unified the south of the bridge."

"This person is known locally as Master Ding. I checked the records and found that his real name was Yan Jiuding. He was the recognized leader of several major clans in the southern part of the village."

"Back then, when the old man went to Nanxiang for negotiations, he wanted to talk to him, but Master Ding never saw outsiders."

"Third, the relocation of Beihai's economic center to the south in recent years may not seem to have had any impact on the southern countryside, but some young people have started buying houses in the new southern suburbs. Although the number is small, it is enough to prove that they are not a monolithic group."

"It is inevitable that Nanxiang will break the blockade and join the entire Beihai economic system. It's just a matter of time. Once the older generation passes away, the younger generation will naturally not be as conservative as they are."

Jiang Yingxue looked up at Chu Nan, "But what we need is to solve the current problem, so we must break through Ding Ye's core."

"Moreover, no one would choose to leave their hometown, especially a place like Nanxiang, so... the way to talk about it is not land expropriation compensation, but cooperative development."

"Let the people of Nanxiang be the main developers themselves. We, the Jiang family, will provide the funds and technology, while they will provide the land and manpower. Only in this way will they believe that we are not here to plunder them."

Chu Nan looked at the dense annotations on his notebook, and then at his boastful manner.

He suddenly realized that he seemed to know nothing about Jiang Yingxue.

"What do I need to do?"

"Come with me... to the southern countryside!"

……

Chu Nan and Jiang Yingxue drove to Nanxiang, but as soon as they arrived at the entrance of Nanxiang, they were stopped by several young people squatting by the roadside playing cards.

Hello everyone!

Jiang Yingxue, dressed in a dark business suit, her hair piled up, and wearing high heels, stood by the dirt road, looking completely out of place with her surroundings.

Just as she was about to explain her purpose, the young men playing cards looked up at her, then lowered their heads and continued playing.

One of the young men, with a buzz cut and a cigarette in his mouth, squeaked out through gritted teeth, "From the city? Parking isn't allowed here, drive away."

"I am the president of Jiang's Group. I would like to meet with the person in charge of Qiaobei Village to discuss the development of the southern part of the village."

Jiang Yingxue's tone remained businesslike.

The young man with the buzz cut and a cigarette took the pipe out of his mouth, tapped it on the sole of his shoe, and said slowly, "Jiang Group? Never heard of it. What development? We people from Nanxiang don't need outsiders to develop things."

"Sir—"

Jiang Yingxue took a step forward.

Several young people who had been playing cards stood up and blocked the way for the short-haired youth who had spoken.

Their movements were casual, as if they were stretching.

But Chu Nan noticed their position—the three of them, spread out in a fan shape, completely blocking the road into the village. It was no coincidence.

"I told you, no need. You're so pretty, it wouldn't be good if my friends got handsy with you later."

The young man with the cigarette in his mouth put the pipe back in his mouth, his tone still unhurried, but the meaning behind his words was already quite clear.

Jiang Yingxue stood there, having spent the entire morning preparing her plan, memorizing the population data, land distribution, and demolition compensation standards of Nanxiang.

But at this moment, she didn't even have a chance to communicate.

For the first time, she realized that a businessman's negotiation skills were completely useless when dealing with this group of villagers from Nanxiang.

A hand reached out from behind her and gently patted her shoulder.

Then, Chu Nan walked up to her, glanced at the short-haired young man with a cigarette in his mouth, and said, "I'm here to see Master Ding."

"Do you know Master Ding?"

The crew-cut youth sized Chu Nan up and down, his previously nonchalant tone softening slightly. "Who are you?"

"Chunan."

The name is like a pebble thrown into calm water.

The three young men's expressions visibly changed. One of them pointed at Chu Nan, his voice trembling, "You're the one—the Chu Butcher who massacred the flour mill?!"

Chu Nan's eyebrows twitched slightly.

Bloodbath at a flour mill?

But before he could speak, another tall man next to him blurted out, "It was you! You single-handedly stormed into the flour mill and slaughtered a hundred of the Xue family's professional bodyguards, even taking down all ten of their carefully placed snipers!"

"Back then, the entire flour mill was awash in blood. Even after all this time, the pungent smell of blood still lingers when you pass by!"

His tone carried an undisguised excitement, as if he were recounting the most popular heroic legend in a teahouse.

Chu Nan realized that what happened at the flour mill that day had been spread in Nanxiang in a version he himself had never heard before.

In this version, he has probably become a superhuman who can fight against a hundred enemies and is covered in blood.

The young man with the buzz cut and a cigarette took the pipe out of his mouth, and the expression on his face changed from scrutiny to a kind of worship that was somewhere between awe and curiosity.

"What the hell are you all standing there for? Make way and let the big shot in!"

The three hesitated. "Of course the big boss can come in, but this woman..."

The crew-cut youth cursed irritably, "This guy is a big shot who knows Master Ding! Even if he brought a whole convoy, let alone just one person, he'd still be a distinguished guest of our Qiaobei Village!"

"What are you all standing there for? Quickly lead the way for our distinguished guest!"