After more than a year of development, buildings sprouted one after another in Jiang Family Village, and the county government building at the center had also topped out.
On the streets, people came and went, a constant flow of cars, bright lights shining, already showing the vitality and prosperity of a new urban area, with not a trace of the backwardness and barrenness of the past.
Ge Dongxu's villa was by the river, with wooden fences in front and on both sides, as well as walls formed by the evergreen camphor trees and citrus trees, while a small path at the back led to a gently flowing stream.
It had the feel of a peaceful retreat amidst the hustle and bustle, like a haven detached from the world.
As soon as Fan Hong and the others entered the yard, they felt as though they had arrived in a different little world.
There were no noisy crowds or traffic, nor was there the dusty air that floated around construction sites.
