416 Family genealogy booklet on a single page

The old man was already ninety years old, but his voice was resonant and powerful; clearly, he was at the prime age for striving.

Hearing this, everyone quickly voiced their agreement.

"Exactly, it should be so."

"I don't care who it is; if anyone dares to be disrespectful to the Young Master, I, Wang Meng, will be the first to disagree."

"Well said, but I think it's still not enough. I propose we revise the genealogy. The Young Master's great achievements for our Wang Family Village are obvious to everyone; he deserves a separate page in the genealogy."

"How could one page be enough to record the Young Master's deeds and contributions? Not only should there be a separate page in the genealogy, but we should also carve a plaque in the temple to record all his deeds, so that future generations will remember him and his name will live on forever."

"Agreed!"

"Agreed!"

"Agreed, that's how it should be."

Hearing these words, Wang Shaojun's face remained largely expressionless, but his heart was already starting to stir with uncontrollable excitement.

Oh~ You guys suggested this yourselves; it wasn't my request.

If you really do this, then I'll be truly happy.

It wouldn't be in vain for me to treat you so well. Not bad, not bad, you're quite teachable; you really know how to handle things.

Just then, Village Head Wang Defa ran over from outside, clutching a thick volume of records.

It turned out that while the old man was speaking, he had quietly slipped out. As for what he went out for, the item in his arms explained everything.

The original genealogy is usually kept in the ancestral hall, but Wang Family Village currently didn't have one, only a temple. So, as the village chief, Village Head Wang Defa had to keep it temporarily.

"I've brought the genealogy. I propose we revise it right now. Once it's done, we'll make a copy for every household to prevent it from being lost."

"The Village Head really thought of everything."

No sooner said than done; they immediately had someone record it on the spot. From this moment on, Wang Shaojun's name appeared on the first page of the genealogy.

After that were Wang Jianguo and the others, which made Wang Jianguo and Wang Jianjun ecstatic.

To them, this was supreme glory. Decades later, when they went down to see their ancestors, they could hold their heads high and say to them:

"You old fogies, why are you just sitting there? Go pour me a cup of tea."

After the genealogy was revised and everything was settled, two armored cash carriers pulled up at the temple entrance.

The bank president stepped out from the passenger seat. Looking at the scene in the temple, it would be a lie to say he wasn't envious.

After all, he had heard rumors that Wang Family Village was about to undergo a massive transformation, and the surrounding dozens of square kilometers of land would also be developed.

Housing prices outside had skyrocketed, making it hard to find a home, and those lands were even more ridiculous.

One could imagine how massive the funds Heavenly Palace Group planned to invest. It was a pity he wasn't from Wang Family Village; otherwise, he wouldn't mind quitting his job as bank president.

Inside the temple, seeing the bank people had arrived, Wang Shaojun clapped his hands to draw everyone's attention.

"Everyone, quiet down. I've seen everything you've done. It's the Lunar New Year, and I didn't know what everyone likes, so I'll just give everyone a red envelope. It's not much money, but I hope everyone has good health and everything goes well in the New Year.

Now everyone, follow me outside to line up."

Then, Wang Shaojun led Ye Lingxue and the others outside.

Seeing him come out, the bank president quickly jogged forward. "President Wang, I've heard so much about you. I'm the president of the Commercial Bank; you can just call me Xiao Song. We've prepared everything you asked for; it's all in the trucks. You see..."

"Alright, open them up. We'll distribute them personally."

As he spoke, the back of the armored carrier was opened, revealing stacks of high-piled red envelopes inside, each one bulging.

Seeing this, the people of Wang Family Village were overjoyed. Since Wang Shaojun was handing out red envelopes, there was bound to be plenty.

"Looking at this thickness, there's at least ten thousand. The Young Master is truly generous."

"Pfft, of course. Who do you think the Young Master is?"

"Everyone, line up. The Young Master said everyone gets a share. Stay orderly."

The bank president watched the people lining up for red envelopes. Although ten thousand yuan wasn't much to him, for these villagers, it was already a significant sum.

Many people don't even earn ten thousand in two months of work. As expected of the boss of Heavenly Palace Group, he's truly generous.

The two trucks contained a full ten million.

"Happy New Year, Young Master! May you be prosperous!"

"Happy New Year, Eldest Master!"

"Happy New Year, Second Master!"

"Happy New Year, Second Young Lady! You are truly devastatingly beautiful, just like a fairy from heaven."

As Wang Yuxin handed out red envelopes and listened to the praises, the smile on her face never faded.

"The two Young Mistresses and the Young Master are truly a match made in heaven. Compared to you, those big celebrities on TV are like trying to compete with the sun and moon. 'A single glance with a smile brings forth a hundred charms, making the beauties of the six palaces pale in comparison'—that must be talking about you two."

When Village Head Wang Defa received his red envelope in front of the two Ye sisters, he acted very surprised and kept chanting praises.

He praised Lingxue and her sister so much they felt a bit embarrassed.

Ye Lingxue covered her mouth and chuckled, "Village Head, even if you praise us to the skies, it's no use. We can't give you an extra red envelope. One per person; everyone is equal."

"Hehe, the Young Mistresses misunderstand. Those were heartfelt words."

"Hahaha, Village Head, are you taking advantage of our lack of education?"

"Exactly. I wish the Young Master and Young Mistress a son soon—108 in one birth!"

"Shut up, you illiterate."

"Hahahahaha..."

Everyone around was amused by their words.

Seeing this, a bank security guard who came with the president rolled his eyes, suddenly clutched his stomach, and said to his companion, "Hold my gun for me. My stomach hurts; I'm going to the restroom."

The other person simply thought he really had a stomachache. After taking the gun, he didn't forget to kindly remind him, "Did you bring paper?"

"I did. Thanks, buddy. I'll be right back."

After saying that, he turned around and went to line up.

Seeing this, the companion was instantly dumbfounded.

Wait, man... that's not right.

For a moment, I really wanted to shoot you.

A few minutes later, the guy walked back happily.

"Thanks, brother. Going to the 'restroom' feels much better."

"Wait, do you think I'm blind? Don't think I didn't see you lining up to get money."

"Hehe, you saw that? I'm so embarrassed. You can go too; I'll hold the gun for you."

"Makes sense."

Then, before he could take two steps, he was glared back by the bank president.

"Brother, no choice now. Share some with me."

However, the other person refused without a second thought, "No way."

"Oh my, this gun hasn't been used in a long time. I wonder if it still fires."

"Fine, fine, fine, I give in. Sixty-forty split."

"Deal. Six thousand is six thousand."

"In your dreams. I get six, you get four."

Hearing their conversation, the bank president nearby even wanted to go get one himself. After all, even a mosquito's leg is still meat.