After many years, stepping onto the land of my hotown once again.
After a brief rest, the first thing Dai Weiguo wanted to do was to visit his mom’s grave.
To tell her, the unfilial eldest son has returned.
Returned to fulfill the promise made at her deathbed, hoping to bring her eldest grandson back to the Dai family to acknowledge their roots.
He had long experienced the commanding presence of his forr brother-in-law Liu Shouren in the Liu family village production team, well aware of his fiercely protective nature, especially towards his sister.
Knowing he would not have an easy ti there, Dai Weiguo brought along a large entourage, bringing flowers and offerings. He picked out many stylish clothes in the colors and sizes the old lady liked from the mall, and arranged a table of her favorite dishes from the best restaurant in the city.
He bought plenty of incense and paper money, as well as several sickles and shovels.
Now that burning incense at graves was no longer prohibited, and he had the ans,
of course, he had to prepare abundantly to make up for the regret and neglect of not visiting his mom for over ten years.
As for the sickles and shovels, they were purely for tending the overgrown weeds on the neglected ancestral grave.
Though the saying goes that lush grass indicates vitality and prosperity in descendants, when it’s too overgrown, it becos hard to walk!
As five pristine Crown S130 cars headed towards the village, news reached Liu Shouren, the absolute leader of the Liu family village production team.
"Since he miraculously made money, he should just stay in Hong Kong and be his bumpkin self as Chairman Dai and General Manager! Why stir up trouble by coming back, and foolishly try to take his son from my sister?"
"Unbelievable, unbelievable!" Liu Shouren shook his head with a chuckle, though his sympathetic gaze seed insincere.
Shouyi laughed, "Brother, don’t say that. If it weren’t for his foolishness, where else could we vent this stifled resentnt we’ve harbored for over twenty years?"
Back then, constrained by the Bai family’s deep roots, they had to swallow their anger.
Watching helplessly as their beloved sister was bullied to the point of despair by that scoundrel couple, unable to seek justice for her, was the brothers’ deepest pain.
But with the Bai family’s downfall, and the Dai family’s old lady recently buried, he had resolved to beat the fallen dog.
However, during that ti, that surnad Dai still wore his uniform, a proper and upright official.
His brother stopped him, his sister advised against it, and they forcibly restrained him from venting his pent-up anger.
Now, the bastard was finally ousted from the ranks of the People’s Cadre, becoming a re civilian.
Heh, this ant his chance for revenge had finally arrived!
Liu Shouyi rolled up his sleeves, vividly demonstrating what it ans to be ready and eager to fight.
Over the years, the Liu family village production team had beco more prosperous than ever, on par with the city’s busiest streets in terms of liveliness.
Rapid economic developnt required an upgrade in security asures.
Otherwise, in a wealthy village where every household owns at least a motorcycle or even a private car, it could beco a criminals’ paradise.
For the sake of safety, under Team Leader Liu Shouren’s proposal and with unanimous agreent from all village representatives, the Security Joint Defense Team was established.
Composed of excellent retired personnel, primarily responsible for public security promotion, education, managent, and ergency response. They operated in shifts, with checkpoints on main roads leading in and out of the village, inspecting incoming and outgoing vehicles.
Though it created minor inconveniences for those entering and exiting the village, it effectively enhanced security throughout the village.
Without exaggeration, since the formation of the security joint defense team, not even petty theft incidents occurred within the Liu family village production team.
Experiencing its practical benefits, any minor inconveniences naturally got overlooked by the community.
However, the visiting rchants and factories found this system cumberso, frequently lodging complaints.
These incidents beca increasingly amusing over ti, and the checkpoint at the village entrance beca a popular spot for casual gatherings.
Sharp-minded and enterprising folks rented spots along the road, setting up stalls selling sunflower seeds, peanuts, tea, ice cream, and even snacks like dumplings and noodles.
Although earning rely tens a day might not seem much, over ti it beca quite a profitable venture.
Given Liu Shouren’s deliberate arrangents, the already bustling roadside beca even more crowded.
When Dai Weiguo’s protests were ignored, and he was forcibly asked to step out for inspection, an elder in the crowd pretended to suddenly realize, "Oh dear, I was wondering who this familiar face was. Isn’t it that Chen Shii — oh, no, it’s Dai Weiguo of the Dai family! Oh, apologies, I’m old and useless, my words aren’t pleasant to hear.
You know what’s in your heart, do you have to say it out loud?"
Dai Weiguo’s polite smile froze at the corners of his mouth, realizing that smiling to show tolerance wasn’t suitable, nor was arguing with a wobbly, old, half-deaf man any better.
More curious and disdainful eyes focused on him.
Murmurs began to ripple through the crowd, loud enough for those nearby to hear.
Every word was about how he shalessly proposed back then, scoring eight generations’ worth of good luck to win the approval of the Liu family patriarch and marry the beauty, as if his ancestors’ bones emitted green smoke.
And the outco?
The damned bastard couldn’t handle his fortune, having the luck to marry but not to keep.
Pining after greener pastures, heartless and ruthless, becoming a Chen Shii.
His fate indeed was cursed, as his once-prominent family crumbled within a few years under his influence...
So excessive!
Surely this is the Liu family’s trickery, painting him as ungrateful and cursed, only to provoke him.
They want him to clash with these elderly, weak individuals, knowing whether he beats or gets beaten, there’d be repercussions.
Dai Weiguo clenched his fists, desperately holding back his boiling anger. He could only hope this damned routine check would end soon, so he could escape the whispers that accused him of being jinxed and destined for ruin.
But was it that easy?
Liu Shouren deeply resented Dai Weiguo’s self-directed repentance performance, hated how it disrupted his sister’s peaceful life, dragging her and her family back into the swamp of rumors, with plans for this tit-for-tat dia offensive early on.
Did the Dai bastard not like using dia to make waves?
Let’s start with two doses of appetizers, so he can personally experience the power of words as knives!
Don’t rush, the good show is yet to co!
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