Xia Ningxing guessed correctly; two days later, officials from above arrived in the village in a small sedan.
The village head warmly received them, and upon hearing that the river renovation would pass through the northwest corner of their land, he quickly led the people to the Xia family's home.
"Is anyone in Xia Jianren's home!"
The village head's loud voice spread in all directions before he even arrived.
Since it was almost the New Year, every household had someone at home. Curious, they ran out to ask what was happening when they heard the noise, only to see several men in suits and leather shoes, carrying briefcases, by the village head's side.
They were all refined and well-mannered, with meticulously combed hair and shoes so polished they could reflect one's face clearly.
People also saw the usually domineering village leaders with ingratiating smiles and fawning expressions.
Without a doubt, the visitors were big shots.
