On the large hotel bed, Ke Yunan curled up in Lin Fan’s arms.
The week-long inspection was drawing to a close. As the sun was about to rise, they would have parted ways. She, bound to return to the Provincial City, clung to Lin Fan’s chest unwillingly, her luscious body pressing tightly against him while her slender, graceful legs rested on his lower abdon.
The agony of parting burned within them both; even though it was only a few hours’ drive apart, no one knew when they would et again. Lin Fan traced his hand across her smooth back, and though neither spoke, feelings of longing began to overflow.
"Ring ring ring..."
Finally, a video call in the darkness disrupted their farewell, and Lin Fan reached out to answer the phone, his lips curving slightly upward. He had long awaited this mont. Ke Yunan smoothly slid down to his lower abdon and, stretching out her hand, grabbed his robust firmness, then enveloped it completely with her moist lips, akin to a cherry.
"Thud!"
As the video call connected, Lin Fan didn’t speak but coldly watched the screen. At the mont, the cara fild from a hidden corner; the occasional shaking made it unclear, but the voices inside were very distinctly heard.
This was a rural house where over seventy-year-old Cai Wenguang sat cross-legged on the Kang bed, his gray hair contrasting with his gaunt face, furiously puffing on a tobacco pipe as he glared at the dozen or so people seated in the room—all older mbers of the Cai Family. This eting was indeed a high-level internal eting of the Cai family.
"Just received word, Cai Mao has been detained by public security for fifteen days, and the rest have been warned. What is this? This is that Lin’s provocation towards our Cai Family!"
Exhaling smoke, Cai Wenguang slamd the Kang table, roaring indignantly, "Cai Kui’s been locked up, Cai Xuliang too, even the Cai Bin from the County Governnt has been implicated and there’s still no news back. All of this is Lin’s doing, he beca Deputy Mayor and now he’s digging at our roots. If this continues, all of our Cai family’s younger generation will be sent to prison by him."
"Grandpa Liu, but Cai Kui did embezzle the village collective’s money, and Cai Xuliang wasn’t innocent either; their arrests were only a matter of ti. Cai Kui falsely accused Mayor Lin, caused traffic jams in front of the County Governnt Building, so isn’t his detention justified?"
A younger mber of the Cai family sitting in the corner couldn’t help muttering.
"Bullshit," Cai Wenguang affird, "Cai Kui is the village head; he’s been busy looking after Victory Village for years, took just a bit of money—what of it? If it were the old days, the entire village would belong to the Old Cai Family. How can you call that embezzlent? Moreover, our ancestors have been growing crops for generations. What is Lin trying to do with Chinese Herbal dicine Cultivation? This is an act of destruction—young people who have never starved or been poor wouldn’t understand the aning of crops to us farrs; that’s our life."
The words hit a nerve with Cai Wenguang, who angrily pounded the tobacco pipe, frightening the younger family mber into silence.
"Uncle Liu, what do you an? We all follow your lead!"
Seeing no one else spoke up, soone imdiately began to flatter.
"Since Lin wants to take our lives, we must fight him to the end; therefore, notify everyone, no household including relatives and friends should lease land to him. We’d rather leave it barren and wasted but absolutely mustn’t let Lin succeed. Also, tell all Cai family descendants to mobilize all their connections to oppose him, including those capable ones in the city. It’s ti for them to exert their power. Once he can’t proceed with the promotion and fails to report to his superiors, we’ve won. So listen well, whoever dares to lease land or cooperate, don’t bother entering the family shrine!"
Cai Wenguang, with a pipe in his mouth, issued the highest order of the Cai Family, and with that, the others had no objections, and the video call abruptly ended.
"These people are insane, leaving higher-yielding crops unplanted, insisting on planting corn. The country is so vast, corn can be grown anywhere, but not all places can cultivate Chinese Herbal dicine. Isn’t this like clutching at a straw instead of a golden bowl?"
Kneeling between Lin Fan’s legs, Ke Yunan looked up puzzled. She couldn’t understand why Cai Wenguang would resist such a profitable endeavor—after all, upgrading the industry could enrich not just a couple of villages but elevate tens of thousands out of poverty.
"A frog in a well cannot conceive of the ocean, confined by its ignorance; a sumr insect cannot discuss ice, being all too seasonal. Conversing with soone inexperienced like him is impossible. It’s like they are convinced that I need to promote Chinese Herbal dicine for political achievents. Little do they know, even if I do nothing, once the project kicks off, I can still get promoted. Thus, the simplicity of the countryside is but an illusion; aiming真正的脱贫致富只靠苦口婆心毫无意义."
Having grown up in a rural area, Lin Fan understood that this seemingly innocent yet darkly motivated sphere, especially the experience and insight of the older generation, just did not match up with today’s society, yet they held absolute authority, making it extrely difficult to break through this bottleneck with conventional thods.
"It looks like you’re already prepared."
Watching Lin Fan’s confident smile, Ke Yunan laughed and climbed onto his chest; after days of training, she needed no hands to let the train enter the station.
"Of course, it’s always the farrs who bear the brunt. The Old Cai Family has no promising individuals; we’ll just have to make an example of them. But it seems your best friend has sothing to discuss with ."
Enjoying Ke Yunan’s wet garden and seeing Zhu Dan’s video popping up on his phone, Lin Fan, with a mischievous smile, pressed the answer button.
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