At this moment, there was only one lit candle in the living room.
There were more than 30 people seated around the candle in the living room that was less than 30 square meters.
These were the residents of Qinghe Village who wanted to make a fortune.
Their appearance at Zhong Liang's house that day represented their attitude.
"Is everyone here?" Zhong Liang looked around. Although he couldn't see the faces around him clearly due to the lighting, it didn't affect the gathering.
"Third Brother Han didn't come," someone said hesitantly.
"Is there anyone else besides him?" Zhong Liang asked.
"No, he's the only one," came the reply.
"Alright, since he doesn't want to come, we can't force him," Zhong Liang said softly.
"I'm afraid... If he doesn't want to do it himself and even divulges our gathering, once Village Chief Wen or some of the stubborn elders in the village know about it, I'm afraid we'll be in trouble." Another Qinghe Village villager sighed and said worriedly.
