Li Xiaoqiang finished speaking and followed Gouwa towards the entrance of the village.
Although Gancha Town was called a town, it was actually just a village, with a stele erected at the entrance. The words "Gancha Town" were inscribed on it, and in front of the stele there was a grain drying ground paved with marble.
At the moment, three sedans, a Hummer, and two Mercedes Benz cars were parked outside the grain drying ground. A woman dressed in tight leather was standing beside the Hummer, while several middle-aged men and women with a steady aura stood beside the two Mercedes.
The cars, gleaming with a golden shine, arriving in Gancha Town was like immortals had descended.
In the distance from the cars, some boys and girls hid, feeling that cars were so unfamiliar to them, existing only in the stories told by their elders.
One of the kids, dressed in burlap, with a large pipe in his mouth, presented a sight that would surely make city folk laugh their heads off.
