"Old Deng," Tangyu and his company had just set down their chopsticks and hadn't had the chance to savor the taste in their mouths when a heavy voice came from outside, clearly tinted with a touch of warmth and wrath and carrying a bit of authority.
"Oh, Village Chief, what brings you here? Has something happened?" Uncle Deng immediately greeted him and offered a cigarette.
Although Wan Mountain Village wasn't large—small as a sparrow but equipped with all its internal organs—the village management was very well run. Despite only having around a hundred households, elections for the Village Chief and other officials took place every three years. Deng Xianfeng had been elected as Village Chief for the third term in a row, and under his leadership and governance, Wan Mountain Village had seen a burgeoning prosperity. Therefore, Deng Xianfeng's prestige in Wan Mountain Village was quite high.
