Everyday, Jin Gen wore his suit around the village. Jin Gen's mother was going around telling people how much her son earned and that they wanted to build a house. Even someone wanted to marry Jin Gen, who was good for nothing, just because Jin Gen was generous. It was said that all his clothes were full of money. One pile after another of red 100 yuans. No one in the village had ever seen so much money. For them, a hundred yuan was a lot of money. Moreover, there were a few piles of red 100 yuans. How could people not be jealous?
Jin Gen said he wanted to bring them out to work, and maybe a year or so later they would be richer than him. A lot of people agreed and were waiting to go out to make a fortune. To them, the Jin Gen now was no longer Jin Gen but a piece of gold. Anyone who followed him would get some benefits.
Yan Huan walked to Changsheng. Now, there was no trace of jesting on her face. She could not even make a joke about this.
