Lai Changqing shouted energetically, but the effect was not as he hoped, as everyone just stared at the big pile of banknotes on the table, seemingly unaware of what he was shouting about, and incredibly, not a single person stepped forward to sign the contract.
Seeing that things were not going well, Jiang Xiaobai knew someone had to take the lead and break the ice before others would come forward to sign the contract. At the moment, everyone was watching and waiting, and nobody wanted to be the first to take the risk.
"Ahem."
Jiang Xiaobai's gaze swept over the onlooking villagers, finally resting on Old Sun who was holding a walking stick in his hand. He knew that Old Sun had two sons; a few years ago, he had done everything he could, even selling much of what he owned to help his oldest son get married. Now his younger son had grown up and was 25 or 26, still not married, and these days Old Sun was quite worried about this.
"Old Sun."
