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"President Jiang, we've seen the hardware; it's truly shocking!"

Commissioner Ma pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, his eyes behind the lenses gleaming with undisguised excitement.

"Now, we want to hear about your software, about the cultural heritage of your village—that's the true 'soul' of rural revitalization!"

Liu Jianye nodded emphatically in agreement.

"A place can't just be rich; it also needs culture and heritage!"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Chen smiled, as if to say, "You've finally hit the nail on the head."

He turned around and gestured "please" towards the side hall of the ancestral hall not far away.

"Boss, if we're talking about culture, our village really has a Zhuge Liang and a Feng Chiu."

"Today, we have invited our Jiangjia Village's 'cultural advisor' to speak to the leaders."

Everyone looked in the direction Jiang Chen was pointing.

Standing at the entrance of the antique ancestral hall was a thin, middle-aged man dressed in a faded long gown, wearing thick-rimmed glasses, and earnestly fanning himself with a worn-out folding fan.

It was Jiang Jianwen, the village's "pedantic scholar".

Today can be said to be the most triumphant day of Jiang Jianwen's life.

He felt as if he were not standing at the entrance of a village, but in the imperial palace, ready to receive the emperor's questions.

As he watched Liu Jianye and Commissioner Ma approach, he calmly and swiftly closed his folding fan, then bowed deeply to the group.

"Your Excellencies' presence in our humble village is truly an honor."

His speech was a mix of classical and vernacular Chinese, carrying a strong sense of pedantry.

Commissioner Ma and Liu Jianye exchanged a glance, both seeing a hint of curiosity in each other's eyes.

"I am but a humble scholar, yet I have the honor of serving as the village historian. Today, I will explain to you gentlemen the thousand-year-old cultural heritage of my Jiangjia Village."

Jiang Jianwen cleared his throat, perfectly maintaining his pedantic and pretentious demeanor.

He stretched out his withered finger and pointed to the huge rock at the entrance of the village, which had been dug up from the back mountain just two days ago in preparation for an inspection and was simply placed there by an excavator.

"Please look, everyone!"

Jiang Jianwen's voice instantly became impassioned.

"This stone is called the 'Enlightenment Stone'!"

"Legend has it that during the Northern Song Dynasty, the two great Neo-Confucian scholars, Cheng Hao and Cheng Yi, traveled here and were deeply moved by the beautiful scenery of our village. They sat on this rock for seven days and finally achieved enlightenment, thus laying the foundation for the Luoyang School of Neo-Confucianism!"

"The patterns on this stone are the 'traces of the Dao' left behind by the two great Confucian scholars when they discussed the Dao!"

He spoke with great conviction, his spittle flying everywhere.

The county officials following behind were stunned by what they heard. They even went over and studied the mud marks on the stone for a long time, just like they were really looking at it.

Jiang Chen, who was listening from behind, almost burst out laughing at his dinner from the night before.

Good heavens, this is no enlightenment stone! Wang Dagou was drying his quilt on it yesterday!

Jiang Jianwen felt even more smug seeing the stunned expressions on everyone's faces.

He led the group to Jiang Chen's logistics warehouse, which exuded the air of a nouveau riche and had the four large golden characters "招财进宝" (meaning "bring in wealth and treasure") painted on its exterior walls.

"Look here again, everyone!"

He pointed to the huge warehouse with his folding fan, his eyes filled with reminiscence of history.

"This place is called 'Golden Pavilion'!"

"It doesn't draw on the vulgar connotations of gold and silver, but rather symbolizes 'goods flowing throughout the world, and wealth flowing in,' subtly echoing the great business wisdom of Tao Zhu Gong Fan Li, the sage of commerce during the Spring and Autumn Period, who 'gathered and dispersed' three times!"

"Our Jiangjia Village's logistics industry inherits this ancient business philosophy!"

"Excellent! What a magnificent Golden Pavilion!"

Director Zhang of the county's cultural bureau, who was accompanying them, was completely engrossed in the conversation.

He clapped his hands excitedly and nodded repeatedly.

"This is what we call 'making the past serve the present'! This is what we call 'cultural confidence'!"

"Jiangjia Village has not only filled its pockets, but also enriched its minds!"

Upon hearing this affirmation, Jiang Jianwen was practically floating on air.

He felt as if he were possessed by Zhuge Liang, engaging in a verbal battle with a group of scholars.

He got more and more excited as he spoke, pointing to the drone formation in the sky that had just finished its performance and was returning home, his voice rising eight octaves.

"Do you all know where this drone-based farming method in our village came from?"

Commissioner Ma asked curiously, "Is there some story behind it?"

Jiang Jianwen shook his head, his face inscrutable.

"This isn't just a story, it's a tradition!"

"This is a modern continuation of the Mohist mechanical arts from over two thousand years ago!"

"Mozi said: 'Universal love and non-aggression!' Our village uses this mechanical art to cultivate the land and benefit the people, rather than for war. This is the most profound practice of Mohist thought!"

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

Director Zhang had already clapped excitedly.

Liu Jianye and Commissioner Ma were completely stunned by this explanation.

They originally thought that Jiangjia Village was just a lucky, suddenly rich, country bumpkin village.

But now, after listening to Jiang Jianwen's rambling... no, it's more like this explanation...

How can this person be considered a country bumpkin?

This is clearly a paradise with profound cultural heritage, perfectly blending ancient wisdom with modern technology!

Those modern facilities that originally seemed somewhat out of place instantly became reasonable under Jiang Jianwen's words, and even gained a mysterious and elegant cultural aura.

Finally, Jiang Jianwen led everyone back to the village committee compound.

He stood in the center of the courtyard and suddenly unfolded the folding fan in his hand.

He recited in a passionate tone, full of the air of a concluding statement:

"Technology is the backbone, culture is the soul!"

"Dare to change the world!"

"We, the people of Jiangjia Village, are willing to be pioneers of this new era, and to farm for the rise of China!"

He spoke the last two words with force and conviction!

The entire venue fell silent at first.

Thunderous applause erupted immediately!

Commissioner Ma, in particular, gripped Jiang Jianwen's hand tightly, his face flushed with excitement.

"What a talent! A true talent!"

"Secretary Liu, your county is truly full of hidden talents!"

"Based on Jiangjia Village's rich cultural heritage and its spirit, they truly deserve the title of 'Demonstration Base'!"

Jiang Chen stood at the back of the crowd, looking at Jiang Jianwen, who was surrounded by leaders and was so excited he was almost fainting, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

Hmm, not bad.

He's usually just a good-for-nothing who only complains.

Unexpectedly, when it came to the crucial moment, his words proved to be more effective than a Gatling gun.