Xu Yang's farm was thriving and developing well.
This afternoon, the village chief came to see him, wanting to discuss ways to make the village prosperous.
The village chief's name was Zhou Quan, a man in his forties with graying hair.
Generally speaking, on this side, whether a village is poor or not, the village chief is often the richest person.
Their homes are always the best in the village.
They even own several properties in the city.
But Liu Quan was different; he wasn't that rich, just living in a townhouse that had been renovated with savings a couple of years ago.
The village chief had visited Xu Yang before, but at that time Xu Yang's farm was just beginning to develop and didn't have much capacity to influence others.
This year was completely different.
There were many luxury cars visiting the farm.
There were always some aimless villagers wandering around near the village, looking at Xu Yang's farm from the outside.
