Without him saying it, everyone saw it. Every single member of the Su family widened their eyes. They didn't actually want to appear so ignorant.
Not to mention others, just take Sato for example. Didn't he drive here?
But these cars were different.
Truly different.
On the narrow mountain road, over a dozen tall, brand new, and even fierce-looking cars drove dominantly. Apart from the heavy tires splashing up dust and dirt, the car bodies didn't shake in the slightest.
Instead, the ground trembled as if trampled by a stampeding herd of beasts.
The crowd was still in a daze.
They saw the leading luxury car rushing towards them at an extremely fast speed, showing no intention of slowing down. The villagers were so scared that they quickly ran to the side. Fortunately, when it was still a dozen meters away, the car smoothly made a turn—
"Bakayaro, my car!"
Sato's grief-stricken voice echoed through the sky, startling many birds in the distant forest into taking flight. Actually, he couldn't be blamed for acting like this.
The open space in the village was only so big.
His car was carelessly parked on the flattest threshing floor, occupying the best spot. The newly arrived cars were not polite at all, bullying the "small" with their "size" and crashing directly into it, pushing it to the side.
Then came the second car, the third car...
When they finally stopped, except for the first car which had a bit of chipped paint, the other cars were smooth and undamaged, their windows shining brightly.
On the contrary.
Sato's car was already a terrible sight to behold.
Unfortunately, apart from its owner stamping his feet in heartache, the others couldn't even be bothered to spare it a glance. At most, they muttered: "It's neither good-looking nor useful, and it breaks so easily. It must be a cheap good!"
This almost angered Sato to death.
This car was specially allocated to him by the Empire and was quite valuable. Some parts had even undergone special treatment... How could it be a cheap good?
Thinking of this, he calmed down. To be able to easily crash his car into such a state, these cars must have undergone even more luxurious modifications.
Who could the owner of the cars be?
Su Chen was also pondering this question, but he had already faintly guessed who the newcomer was. Although he still held the gun in his hand, his grip was no longer as tight.
The car door opened.
A tall and straight-postured young man stepped down, dressed very elegantly. The Su family patriarch was about to go up and greet him when he saw the young man walk around to the other side and open the car door:
"Miss, we've arrived. Please."
The crowd became a bit restless.
"Hiss, even a servant is so presentable. Just what kind of big shot is this?"
"How would I know if you ask me? Our village hasn't seen people like this for decades. Come to think of it, quite a few came back in the days of Eunuch Su."
"So does that mean we can ride on someone's coattails again..."
Su Ning stepped down from the car. Of course, she heard these words, but she had absolutely no mind to pay attention. Her whole body was tense, and she radiated three words from head to toe—I want to throw up!
The mountain road had countless twists and turns.
The Republican era was not like modern times with developed infrastructure. Let alone concrete and asphalt roads, the muddy road that was barely passable for vehicles occasionally had large stones, branches, and the like.
No matter how top-tier the car or how good the shock absorption system was, it couldn't withstand the extremely poor basic conditions.
"Host, you have to hold it in."
The system popped up gloatingly: "If you throw up, your proud and cold image will be completely gone. Where have you ever seen a cold-blooded capitalist vomiting loudly?"
If it were any other time, Su Ning would have clapped back long ago.
Now, she still wanted to clap back.
But you can't bite the hand that feeds you, even if it's a system. She still had some conscience left. The system had risked being caught and punished to help her, and these cars with maxed-out protection stats and prices were right in front of her.
Su Ning endured it!
She silently swallowed her saliva. Fortunately, her constitution of being able to play on her phone in a car without getting carsick kicked in, and slowly she didn't feel as nauseous.
However, in the eyes of outsiders.
Su Ning kept a cold face and didn't say a word, and the air pressure around her was extremely low. Coupled with the fierce-looking men in uniform outfits who successively got out of the cars and stood respectfully and orderly behind her.
For a moment, no one dared to move.
"Cousin, why did you come in person?" Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Su Chen trotted forward, his handsome brows showing seventy percent joy and thirty percent annoyance.
It went without saying what he was happy about.
The annoyance was because he regretted not killing Sato earlier. Not only did he lose the chance to show off in front of his cousin, but he also made her continue to worry about this trivial matter.
"My surname is also Su, can't I come?"
Su Ning asked in return, treating the others as if they didn't exist, her eyes brazenly sizing up the surrounding environment.
It could be seen that this village used to be rich and prosperous.
Most of the houses were brick and tile structures.
A few buildings even had carvings and courtyards. Of course, the most "wealthy" one was the ancestral hall, with thick red wooden pillars that required two people to embrace, roof beams carved with dragons and phoenixes, and floors made of polished large bricks.
While she was admiring.
The others didn't have this leisurely mood. Bearing the brunt was Sato, whose heart suddenly sank as if into a thousand-year-old freezing lake, the tip of his tongue tasting bitter. This person was actually Su Ning?
Why did she come at this time!
And with such a grand entrance, driving so many luxury cars that were obviously expensive just by looking at them—it was simply a slap in the face following what he had just said.
The next second, he was forcefully pushed aside.
"Of course you can come. Su Ning, right? In terms of seniority, I am your Third Granduncle, and also the patriarch of the Su family." The patriarch was the first to react, stepping forward with an extremely enthusiastic smile.
Other members of the Su family also introduced themselves one after another:
"Welcome, welcome, I am from the third junior branch..."
"...I am Su from the sixth branch..."
Looking at the harmonious scene of acknowledging relatives before him, Sato couldn't even care about the pain in his squeezed arm, his eyes almost popping out.
However, a few villagers of different surnames huddled to the side were not surprised at all.
The Su family members, after all.
They were all like this.
As long as they smelled the slightest hint of benefit, they changed their faces faster than anyone else. See, discovering that Su Ning was truly wealthy, they naturally wanted to affectionately acknowledge this rich relative.
They then looked with pity at the ignorant Sato... This little Japanese was still inexperienced. If he didn't run now, he would be miserable.
…………
"Sorry, Miss does not like others getting too close to her."
Lin Sen politely reached out to block the approaching Su family patriarch, and noticed that this person's expression didn't even change, still smiling and agreeing as he stepped back to the side.
Miss's clansmen.
They were not easy to deal with either.
Su Ning exchanged a few indifferent pleasantries with the patriarch and the elders, and then mentioned that she was going to the ancestral hall to enshrine the memorial tablet of her father, Su Huaishan. The corners of her mouth curled into a faint smile:
"After all, this place will soon be razed to the ground, and there aren't many days left to enshrine it. If I delay any longer, I'm afraid my father will come to scold me in my dreams."
Every single person surnamed Su.
Froze upon hearing this.
No, if you're afraid of your father scolding you, and it's not like you're out of money, why are you still targeting this ancestral land to build a factory?
