Another day passed, and Zhang Chi's spiritual consciousness continued to cover the village chief's house.
Jiang Dashun knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Wang Qi, begging like a dog, hoping that Young Master Wang would help him get Fang Qingling.
"It's simple. If you don't give her money tomorrow and let her beg you, she will be at your mercy."
Wang Qi is indeed a dandy boy, and he is adept at using despicable means.
Jiang Dashun was overjoyed when he heard this, and he almost saw the scene of him pressing Fang Qingling under him!
The next morning, it rained heavily.
The whole mountain village was shrouded in a layer of misty fog. The sound of car horns could be heard in the distance. It was the construction team arriving.
More than a dozen men got off the car and gathered at the entrance of the village, where a big pot meal was being prepared by Jiang Guangkun.
The villagers had already gathered at the brigade impatiently, wai
