"Dad, how do you feel?"

Wang Yan greeted his father.

"It's all good, it's all good!"

Wang Dayuan laughed innocently, and when he saw his uncle walking this way, he gave Wang Yan a knowing look.

Last month, Wang Yan quietly took him out and showed him the certificate of wealth.

Wang Dayuan was completely confused.

I was dragged to a foreign country in a daze, and when I came back, I was already a billionaire.

The next step is interesting - how to lie to your family?

Even though it was a white lie, it still made things difficult for this man who was born as a miner.

Later, Wang Xiufang also found out, and the two of them made up lies together and racked their brains.

As a result, none of the lies I made up were used.

The uncle didn't care where the money came from, they just worked hard every day.

As long as the various materials in the fields can be supplied, nothing else matters.

The rest of the people spread all kinds of gossip in private every day, and not only did they believe it, but even most of the people believed it.

Uncle Wang Dayou strode over and roared with joy.

"The real dragon of the Wang family is back?!"

Wang Yan wanted to cover his face, he was so ashamed.

As expected, the people working nearby stopped and looked at him unscrupulously, gathering together in small groups to gossip.

Wang Yan happened to overhear some gossip and became even more ashamed.

"Is that the real dragon of Lao Wang's family?"

"No! Look at that face, eyebrows and eyes. Do they look like someone from the Wang family?"

"It doesn't look like me..."

"That's right! My eyebrows are longer and I don't look like my parents. That's why I'm called Hualong!"

"Hey, don't tell me, it looks different, it really looks like a dragon..."

"You all don't know what's going on. In fact, the ancestral graves of Grandpa Wang's generation were carefully arranged, and the good fortune was accumulated for a hundred years before it manifested itself, and it happened to be on Yan Wazi."

"This kid's business is very big, isn't it?"

"That's too big, right? My Xiaoliu works in a big city and told us that Wang Yan can now earn hundreds of millions a month!"

"Hey! That's so much money?"

"How did I know? Anyway, the richest man in the county has to take care of Nawa. When the old man goes to the county, the county magistrate will treat him to a banquet!"

Young Master Wang was completely confused.

Now, how is the news spread in the village and county?

Sounds scary?

He quietly asked his father: "Why are there so many rumors outside?"

Wang Dayuan didn't take it seriously: "Hey, isn't this always the case in our place? You just have nothing to do and just let them pass it on!"

Quite true.

Mountainous areas are closed and have always been different from cities. There are many feudal superstitions.

Even though it’s 2016, a lot of people still believe that.

In fact, the drum horns are not much better. The coal bosses are more superstitious than the others. They are fortune tellers, praying to Buddha, and sacrificing three animals before starting the mine. They are very particular about all kinds of things.

When Wang Yan returned to the mountains from the magical city, he felt as if he was living in two worlds and had to adapt for two days.

But this is a good thing, rumors can best conceal the truth.

Mixing the real and the fake adds a touch of legend to the Wang family, which is more conducive to the construction of the villa.

"We didn't have any trouble, did we?"

"What trouble can there be? No!"

Wang Dayuan waved his hand carelessly, not to mention, he was quite impressive.

"We have spent hundreds of millions in Zhuangzi, how can the county not pay attention to it? The county magistrate and I drink in pairs!

Ah, by the way, the county asked me to apply for some kind of modern agricultural estate plan, but I didn’t understand it. Can we get it done?”

Wang Yan shook his head: "I haven't heard of it. Are there any documents?"

"Yes, yes!"

Wang Dayuan called a young man and asked him to go to the row of simple temporary residences to get documents.

It turned out that the information was not complete. The good thing was that nothing was written, but there was a red line that state-owned shares were required.

"I'll find someone to ask."

Wang Yan didn't rush to make a decision and called Hongying.

As a result, Hongying said the same thing: "I'll find someone to ask."

After about ten minutes, Hongying gave a very detailed reply.

"You want to build a private estate, right? Then don't get involved.

The document your county showed you is an industrial plan jointly developed by the National Tourism Administration and the Ministry of Agriculture. It is still under preparation. There are benefits, but you cannot use it.

But the leaders of your county are a bit interesting. The macro policies of the above-mentioned committees are still being discussed internally...

Haha! If you are thoughtful, you can contact people and see how they are.

In addition, the country now attaches great importance to agricultural and rural issues. In the next five-year plan, there should be many similar policies introduced. Now I have heard about plans for modern villas, shared farms, pastoral complexes, etc. I will give you some advice later.

You introduce a buddy who is engaged in agricultural political research, and you gradually get to know him.

If you plan to maintain maximum independence, then just register for a private leisure resort and ignore the unnecessary things.

Do you understand?"

"It's very clear. Thanks, Third Brother."

Wang Yan was already aware of this, but now he is even more clear-headed.

Applying for various projects is definitely a good thing for the local government and counts as a political achievement.

It is also a good thing for normal enterprises. Many domestic industries earn support money. The policies can cover half of the profits, and tax incentives make up the other half. Therefore, businesses with little profit can be successful.

However, Wang Yan doesn't need that.

For him, there is no point in declaring anything. If he doesn't lack that little subsidy, it would be better to just focus on development and take the mysterious route.

"Dad, if anyone asks again, just tell them that the villa is specially built for the recuperation of the elderly at home. It is not intended to be opened to the outside world and does not need anything."

"middle!"

Wang Dayuan nodded, and then asked hesitantly: "Well, the county leader asked me before when you would come back and wanted to treat you to dinner. Look..."

"Oh, rich people have distant relatives in the mountains..."

Wang Yan shook his head and smiled. He knew the theme of the banquet well and planned to hide whenever possible.

"Let's wait until the end of the year. I won't be able to stay for two days this time. I have to go to the Imperial Capital soon."

"No. However, your uncle has been brought up, and sooner or later he will have to talk to you about this..."

Wang Yan was surprised: "When did it happen?"

"Just in the middle of last month."

That's after I cooperate with the Sanya Municipal Government?

My parents in my hometown are quite sensitive...

There is no need for anyone to teach you something like this, Wang Yan understands it as soon as he thinks about it.

The intelligence attribute not only increases IQ, but also increases emotional intelligence. The two quotients are integrated into one. It is so easy to use.

"Then we have to wait until they ask for help and give it a try."

After Wang Yan finished speaking, his father still didn't understand, so he asked in a daze: "What do you mean?"

"You can't be too active in cooperating with local governments, otherwise good things may turn into bad things. Just listen to me."

Wang Yan simply explained and refused to say more, and his father didn't ask any more questions.

Wang Dayuan also knew what rank he was in. After realizing that his son had embarked on such a big career, he began to listen to advice in everything and rarely made his own decisions.

All the things at home were taken care of in half an afternoon.

In the evening, a large family sat in the cramped hut of the uncle's house, eating freshly killed pigs, goats and chickens while looking forward to the future.
To be continued...