Adorable Collection Order: Mr. Lu, Your Nine Sons Shocked the World

Everyone present looked for prestige, and saw a child of about seven years old, thin and frail, wearing ordinary peasant children's clothes, but his whole body was full of a cold aura that was incompatible with this mountain village.

The child's eyes are very bright, except for being a little thin, the whole facial features are perfect and can't pick out a single flaw.

People's eyes widened and their hearts were full of doubts.

"Who is this kid? Don't look at him dressed in ordinary clothes, but I'm sure he must be from the city." Someone pointed out that Lu Ziqian started talking again.

"Look at the momentum on his body, the way he walks, the expression on his small face, it's still a guess, how could we in Luozhaigou have poor mountains and rivers to raise such a good child."

Lu Ziqian didn't seem to hear the discussions of the surrounding crowd, and went straight to Luo Guangqi.

Then, he stared at Ye Yongjun.

"It's her fault that my aunt bumped into your funeral procession. It's just that something is wrong with her brain. I can bow and apologize to the people in the coffin for her, and I'll pay you another two thousand yuan."

"However, everything is one yardstick. Uncle Luo has nothing to do with my aunt. He is not my aunt's husband. We accidentally fell into the Baishui River yesterday and were rescued by Uncle Luo. My aunt may have been in the water for too long. When he grew up, his brain was stimulated, so his mind was a little confused. He mistook him for his husband. "

"There is no relationship between Uncle Luo and Aunt Wang Qi at all, so it is wrong for you to hit him."

"However, since your family is very sad at the funeral today, I'll give you another 2,000 yuan. How about letting Uncle Luo punch you too?"

Facing the angry Ye Yongjun, Lu Ziqian was not afraid, not like a seven-year-old child at all.

Ye Yongjun glared at him with a look of disdain: "You? Just a little kid, can you take out 4,000 yuan at once?"

Lu Ziqian didn't look at him again, but stared at the village chief and spoke slowly.

"Luozhaigou is only 50 kilometers away from Yucheng, but the economy is so backward. I observed it, mainly because the road leading to the outside of the village is too narrow and shabby."

"Moreover, most of the farmland in Luozhaigou is on the hillside, and the farmers in the fields cannot resist natural disasters. In fact, this kind of farmland on the hillside is the most suitable for planting fruit trees. After planting fruit trees, you can rely on Luozhaigou. The geographical advantage of this place will make it a scenic leisure resort.”

"Those wealthy people and office workers in Yucheng can come here for leisure and vacation on weekends. In spring, when the fruit trees bloom, they come to enjoy the flowers, and in autumn, when the fruit trees bear fruit, they come to experience the fun of picking. I believe that in a few years, Luozhaigou will be There's bound to be a sea change. Everyone's going to be rich."

At a young age, Lu Ziqian once managed the Longwei Group. Calmly and wise, he is extremely talented in negotiation and has a keen sense of business.

He only stayed in Luozhaigou for less than a day, but he had already discovered the strengths and weaknesses of this village. I also understand that the people in this village are eager to be rich.

Therefore, in just a few short sentences, he painted a bright future for everyone.

Not only the village chief, but also the eyes of the villagers who came to watch the lively lit up.

After seeing the world, the village chief pulled Lu Ziqian in front of him and looked him up and down: "Little boy, who told you all this?"

Most of the people left behind in the village are middle-aged and elderly people, and they are not interested in gossip entertainment news, so they don't know much about the Yucheng Lu family and the Lu family's nine twins.

Those young people who had been to Yucheng to work did not recognize Lu Ziqian in ordinary clothes for a while.

After all, who would have thought that the son of the president of the Yucheng Lu Group would appear in the village in this way.

Lu Ziqian blinked, and he could see that the village chief was heartbroken.

"No one, I came up with it myself, but, Grandpa, the village chief, if you really want to bring the villagers to get rich, I can help you contact investment." Lu Ziqian said confidently.

"You? You're just a little kid? Stop being funny!" Ye Yongjun obviously didn't believe him and looked disdainful.

Lu Ziqian ignored him, but looked at the village chief: "Grandpa, the village chief, I will do what I say. But you should do justice first and settle the matter in front of you!"

After he finished speaking, he walked directly to the coffin and bowed three times solemnly: "Although I don't recognize you, but I disturbed you today, I'm really sorry, I hope you have a good journey."

Then, he walked up to the village head: "Uncle village head, you and the big guy have both made a proof today. Two thousand yuan will be compensated. I will definitely give it to you tonight."

Finally, he stared at Ye Yongjun: "Let Uncle Luo punch you, and I'll give you four thousand yuan tonight."

Ye Yongjun still had a look of disdain. He didn't believe that this little boy in ordinary clothes would give out 4,000 yuan all at once. It can also pull in investment for the village.

Because Zi Qian's clothes were soaked in water for a long time yesterday, and they were dirty and wet.

Therefore, Luo Guangqi went to the neighbor's house and borrowed a set of children's clothes for him.

Zi Qian is now wearing a set of very ordinary rural children's clothes.

"Just you, a little brat! If you can take out 4,000 yuan at once, I'll kowtow and apologize to you today!" Ye Yongjun pointed at Lu Ziqian and shouted.

Lu Ziqian looked at him coldly, and the corner of his mouth tickled: "Are you serious?"

Ye Yongjun patted his chest: "Of course it's true?"

The village head hurried over to dissuade him: "Yongjun, don't be too serious with a child. It's important to go to the funeral. Today is the day when your family's Juanzi will be buried in the ground. It's important to do business first."

Ye Yongjun pushed the village head away: "What should I do? The sixth uncle's optimistic time has been delayed by them. If our family Ju Nuo is not buried at a bad time because of Juanzi's burial, he will not be able to go to college or marry a good family in the future. Who is responsible."

Ju Nuo is Ye Yongjun's three-year-old daughter. His reasons are far-fetched and ridiculous.

The sixth uncle is in his 60s this year. He is someone who can see yin and yang and understand Feng Shui in Luozhaigou. If anyone has a wedding or a wedding, they like to look for Uncle Six to see a good time.

Rural people are superstitious, thinking that this will bring good luck and peace.

However, as soon as Ye Yongjun finished speaking, Sixth Uncle came out: "Yongjun, although I missed that hour just now, 4:15 in the afternoon is also a good time, and it is also suitable for your family's Juanzi to be buried."

Ye Yongjun ignored the sixth uncle and kept staring at Lu Ziqian.

Although Lu Ziqian is young, he can see it at a glance. In Ye Yongjun's eyes, there is only himself, and his wife and children are just excuses for him to ask for money.

He suddenly felt some sympathy for Ye Yongjun's three-year-old daughter.

"Give me your bank card number. Give me your cell phone, and I'll immediately call someone to call you money." Lu Ziqian looked at him contemptuously.

Ye Yongjun was stunned for a moment: "Yo, do you really think you are the young master of a certain consortium or enterprise?"

But even though he said that, he still took out his mobile phone: "My WeChat ID is the phone number, you can transfer 4,000 yuan to my WeChat!"

"Then let Uncle Luo punch you first!" After speaking, he looked back at Luo Guangqi and motioned for him to seek justice for himself.

However, Luo Guangqi waved his hand: "Forget it, it's all from the villagers, no need."

However, as soon as his voice fell, Wang Qi, who had been hiding behind him, suddenly came out, and without everyone reacting, he rushed directly in front of Ye Yongjun and slapped him.

"Dare to beat my husband, I will beat you to death." Wang Qi's hair was messy, and he glared at Ye Yongjun angrily.