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Normally, it was very hard to even see a broken piece of bread in the Yang Tree Ditch, but today, six or seven small sleeping cars that had never been seen before came in. Many villagers didn't even cook dinner and rushed to Yang Fan's house to take a look.

Yang Shugou was still called by the older generation, calling the car a small sleeping car. Several tens of villagers surrounded a few luxurious cars, clicking their tongues in surprise, especially Song Bowen's extended Rolls-Royce. Although the rural people had never seen the market before, it didn't stop them from having a pair of eyes that was good at discovering beauty.

The kids in the countryside didn't care whether the luxury cars were worth the money or not. They all wanted to climb onto the cars right away. One of them, a little kid named Mao Zedong, moved the quickest as he stepped on the bumper and jumped onto the hood.

Such a beautiful little sleeping car, if it was hit by its own child, it wouldn't even be able to afford to sell its entire family. At that time, it would take off its shoes and smoke violently towards the child, causing the child to scream out loud as he frantically jumped out of the car and ran off without a trace.

When the other children saw that the child's head had been hit, how could they dare to climb onto the carriage? The villagers were not beating the child like the people in the city. They only knew how to put on an act; they really knew how to hit. Many of the kids in the countryside were so tough that it didn't matter if they were hit lightly.

However, he was worried that the bodyguards of Song Bo Wen and Wang Da Fu would injure the children, so he had each sent a bodyguard to stand by the side of the car to watch. These bodyguards were all tall and big, and with a glare that was like that of a fiend, the muscles on their arms were frightening, and no matter how much they stood, the children would not dare to get too close to the car.

"Ladies and gentlemen, do you see this, this is Mr. Song, a wealthy man from Southeast Asia, also known throughout the world as a philanthropist. He came to our Yang Shuigou to investigate, and he told me on the way that if he is satisfied with our Yang Shuigou, he will invest in our Yang Shuigou to travel, and if necessary, he will repair the road leading to Qingshan Town. Everyone, welcome!"

When they heard that a rich man from Southeast Asia was going to invest in tourism and repair roads, the villagers applauded enthusiastically. This mountain road leading to Qingshan Town was like a disaster for the people of Poplar Valley, the good things from the mountain could not be transported out, the goods from the mountain could not be transported in, and the poplar Valley was poor. Most of the reason was because of this mountain road.

"Old Mr. Song, look at how enthusiastic the villagers are. Say a few words. As the saying goes, seed the good cause and bear the good fruit. Don't you people in Southeast Asia believe in these things? You must not go back on your word!" Yang Fan encouraged Song Bowen to express his opinion immediately. It didn't matter if he invested in tourism or not. He didn't want Song Bowen to invest.

However, the matter of cultivation was very important. As long as the old fellow was excited and said that he was going to donate, he would not believe that he could go back on his word.

Song Bowen didn't care about the money to build a mountain road. To him, not to mention building a 10 mile mountain road, he wouldn't even blink when he built a 10 mile highway.

But the money of the capitalists was not a windy one, and there was no good reason for them to pay for it, not a penny out of their pockets.

So, Song Bowen acted out a good show for Yang Fan on the spot, letting him fully realize the evil nature of a capitalist, as well as the shamelessness of a capitalist.

"Fellow villagers, I, Song Bo Wen, also left the mainland in my early years, and my family was very poor when I was young, so I knew how difficult life was for everyone, so I came here this time to check out the specific situation of our Yang Tree Ditch. If there is a need, I will definitely get my charity foundation to study it when I get back, and see if they can repair our Yang Tree Ditch."

Song Bowen's words confused all of the villagers. How could he let the charity foundation study this? Wasn't this something that could be decided by just a pat on the head?

This Song Bowen was truly crafty, his Taiji Fist was really beautiful, he actually pushed the matter of the road building over to a charity foundation. A charity foundation was usually run independently, and it wasn't something that Song Bowen could decide with a single word. "For you, Song Bowen, to build a mountain road worth one million and eight hundred thousand, where would you need a charity foundation? Can you not donate in your own private name?

Sure enough, Song Bowen sent a secretary to explain the operation process of the charity foundation to everyone. The villagers were beaming with joy when they heard this, praising the rules of Southeast Asia. Everything had to be done according to the rules and not easily corrupted.

Yang Fan whispered to Song Bowen, "Old mister Song, take a look. What a simple and honest fellow. How could you have the heart to deceive an honest man like him? As a Southeast Asian, you're not afraid of future rewards... Cough cough, ah? "

Hehe, boy, don't play tricks on me. I have eaten more salt than you have, and I'm playing tricks on me. You're still too young, and you have a lot of things to learn in the future. Song Bo Wen wasn't angered by Yang Fan's action of putting him on the fire. This old fellow's self-control was good, and Yang Fan was ashamed of himself for this point.

"Boss Wang, what do you think? Do you want to donate money to these poor and adorable villagers to do good deeds?" Yang Fan then shifted his attention to Wang Da Fu, who was standing at the side. He wanted to hear what this guy had to say.

"Haha, isn't it just a donation to help with the cultivation of the mountain path? No problem, leave it to me, Wang Dafu!" Wang Da Fu patted his chest and heroically agreed.

He just wanted to test this guy's character. He didn't expect Wang Da Fu to agree so readily, he couldn't help but give him a thumbs up: "Boss Wang is indeed a man, a good person, a real man!"

With that, Yang Fan prepared to tell the good news to his fellow villagers, making them all happy. However, before he could say anything, he heard Wang Da Fu say, "It's fine to build a road, but that depends on how I feel. If I'm in a good mood, don't mention building a road, it's fine to build a bridge. "If I'm in a bad mood, then it's hard to say …"

Yang Fan wanted to kill him with a slap, why did you slap his chest for no reason at all? These shameless bastards are all good stuff. If there's a chance, I'll have to beat them to death, and let you know that rural people can't be easily bullied.