At the dinner table, Zhao An spoke leisurely, recounting his entrepreneurial journey. He exaggerated the hardships, exaggerating how difficult it had been, using this tactic to elicit sympathy.

"Zhao An, you're truly remarkable, earning money in the big city," Lai Fu said with a nonchalant look. In the country, a man's ability to make money was a measure of his skill. Clearly, he wasn't making any money; even building a house had drained the family's meager savings.

Zhao An took a sip of wine, shook his head, and raised his hand. "No, I think you can make money anywhere. The key is finding your own way to make money. Our village has many resources that can be used to make money."

At this time, Second Aunt said, "Xiao An, what are your plans?"

"By the way, Second Aunt, Aunt Lin, you're often in the village. Do you know if there are any troublemakers? If I want to contract farmland or forest, everyone will rent or sell it to me, but there are a few plots that won't sell, making construction difficult. Are there such people in the village?" Zhao An suddenly asked.

This isn't an uncommon situation. It happens in cities all the time, like those stubborn residents in urban villages. Everyone sells their property to move into new homes, but some people are just greedy and want more. They refuse to sell, and you can't do anything about it.

Second Aunt thought for a moment before saying, "Yes, there are a few families in the village like this. They can't stand seeing others prospering and aren't willing to cooperate. If you want to lease farmland, I suggest you keep it secret. Approach them first and tell them you want to buy the land. Perhaps they'll agree. If you tell them you want to make money, they might not agree, and they might even ask for an exorbitant price."

The village has all kinds of people: good and bad. There are those who are open to negotiation, and there are those who are sarcastic and mean.

Sometimes the village's lack of prosperity is due to troublemakers who seek to make others miserable, finding comfort in themselves.

"Yes, if you're sure you want it, approach them first and don't spread any news. If it's simply about buying the land and farmland, they might agree. But the price might be higher, so be prepared." Lin Qing shared what she knew, beginning to feel a little more considerate of the other party. Zhao An knew by now that nothing was smooth sailing. Business was bound to bring its share of troublemakers. These troublemakers were just like that—annoying and annoying. "I understand. I'll go talk to them tomorrow. We'll circle the area, and I'll go talk to each family one by one."

Zhao An wasn't afraid of negotiations; he was even somewhat familiar with them. Leveraging his insights into people's hearts, he could always seize the initiative. And if some people truly didn't know what was good for them, that didn't matter.

When the time came, he could just resort to some underhanded tactics. Regardless of the means, as long as the result was what he wanted, it didn't matter.

The purpose of fitness wasn't to improve his health, but to allow those idiots to calm down and reason with him. Without a beating, they had no idea what society meant by a beating, and naively believed that being a poor, hard-working person in a remote area would offer them a future and a way out.

Hearing Zhao An's words, Lai Fu's thoughts perked up, and he couldn't help but ask, "Zhao An, what kind of business are you planning to invest in? Our village doesn't have anything good to offer. Won't you lose money?"

Hearing this, Zhao An smiled, but didn't answer directly. "Sometimes having too much money isn't a good thing. Rather than making money, I'm more interested in contributing something to the community. At least I won't lose money. I'm not interested in making money right now. I make a lot of money every day. So I'd rather do something I really want to do. Everyone's situation is different, so naturally, their ideas are different."

"You're amazing! I wouldn't have that idea." Lai Fu gave Zhao An a thumbs-up, expressing his respect.

"Haha, let's drink, let's drink. I'm definitely going to need help with my investments in the future. I'll inevitably need you and my second uncle, and I'll definitely need help from my relatives if I can. Rather than just giving you money, I'd rather teach you how to make money. It's better to teach a man to fish than to give him fish. Once you learn the method, you can make money on your own." Zhao An picked up his glass and took a sip. At the dinner table, Zhao An spoke with remarkable maturity, earning frequent glances from Second Aunt and Lin Qing.

Surprisingly, Second Aunt's youngest daughter, Lanzhi, also gazed at Zhao An with intense curiosity, as if deeply curious about a man displaying this kind of behavior.

The general direction of the conversation remained unchanged, but Zhao An's words had the effect of making Second Aunt's husband and cousin Lai Fu drunk more than they could chew. Both were honest, down-to-earth country folk who loved to put down roots here. It wasn't that they didn't want to leave, but rather that once they left, no one would be home. The countryside always needed people, and needed to establish roots. The saying, "fallen leaves return to their roots," always made perfect sense.

Now that Zhao An was investing in business here, he would definitely need them. The price didn't matter; they could pay what they wanted. The key was having such an opportunity; without it, there was no way to make money.

After three rounds of drinks, Zhao An had drunk a lot. His homemade rice wine wasn't too strong, but it still made one feel dizzy.

Second uncle-in-law and cousin were both drunk, their eyelids drooping.

Seeing this, Zhao An smiled. "Alright, that's enough for today. Get some rest. We have to go to the village tomorrow to check it out. Don't let word get out, or they'll start asking for more."

"We know, Huizhi, in-laws, you can stay here. I've cleaned up the room. You can go back tomorrow. It's already late!" Second aunt urged enthusiastically. Perhaps because she was in a good mood, she smiled more often.

"No need, in-laws. Let's go back to bed. It's not too late. Huizhi, you stay here. We don't have time. It's been hard on you. Let's chat. Don't worry. I'll be leaving now." Lin Qing sighed. She didn't want Huizhi to stay. Her son was dead, and she was widowed at such a young age, childless. It was extremely cruel, and she couldn't bear it.

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