My Super Farming System

Chapter 48

C48 – The Old Mr. Ma Who Was Slapped in the Face

East Scene, the young and already illustrious heir to the Oakroe Group, was a figure of renown. To those who knew him, he was affectionately referred to as Young Master Jing. Within the Oakroe Group, his popularity was unparalleled, commanding legions of subordinates. Yet, as he traversed the freshly constructed mountain road, his mood was anything but serene.

“What was the old man thinking, tasking me with this project as if it’s some golden opportunity?” he grumbled. “Do I really need to be here in person? Ridiculous. And after asking countless people, no one seems to know where this godforsaken place is! What a colossal waste of my time.”

In a fit of irritation, East Scene rolled down the car window. His frustration was palpable, and he took it out on his female companion with a harsh pinch that drained the color from her face, though she dared not utter a sound. To be in Young Master Jing’s presence was a privilege she considered a stroke of incredible luck. A little pain was a small price to pay for a life of luxury, as long as she kept him satisfied.

Whether East Scene saw her as a person was irrelevant. Money was all that mattered.

“Young Master Jing, please, don’t be so upset. That insignificant place isn’t worth your anger,” she soothed. “Here, let me ease your frustration.”

​With that, the partition to the driver’s seat was firmly shut. The driver could only sense the car shaking intensely as he drove on.

How was this road even constructed? The ride was so rough that it made even a high-quality car tremble. Thankfully, the journey was brief, and they soon reached the road’s end.

East Scene slumped into his seat, spent. “Damn, it’s been ages since I’ve had that much fun,” he said, a mix of exhaustion and exhilaration in his voice.

​His companion wore a look of silent grievance. East Scene took a long drag on his cigarette before donning his suit and surveying the construction crew.

“Have we arrived?” he asked.

“Not quite... There’s still a stretch of mountain road ahead,” came the reply.

“The car can’t make it through?”

“We’ll have to go on foot.”

“What a dump. There’s no developmental potential here whatsoever. What on earth was the old man thinking?”

East Scene’s temper flared anew.

“Young Master Jing, since we’ve made it this far, the path must be close,” someone reassured him. “Surely, there’s someone who knows the way.”

​”We’ve found a local hunter skilled in tracking. He’ll be able to lead us to Walden,” they informed him.

“Alright, let’s go.”

But twenty minutes into the walk, Jing Yonghe’s legs turned to jelly.

His female companion simply collapsed onto a rock, unable to go any further.

“How much longer?”

​”We’re almost there,” the guide assured, his voice dragging.

He wouldn’t have agreed to this gig if it weren’t for the hefty payment. These clients were a handful, especially the young leader who acted high and mighty, as if he was above everyone else. It was infuriating.

Who asked you to come here?

And you expect tea with that kind of attitude?

Laughable...

The villagers certainly weren’t looking for any favors.

Their faces were etched with displeasure.

Yes, we might be poor here, but we still have our pride.

Where did this jerk come from?

What kind of nonsense is he spouting?

Yet, the associates of Yang Guang were quick to interject, “Master Yang, please, calm down. These folks just don’t get it.”

“You’re above this, no need to stoop to their level.”

But Yang Guang just scoffed.

“You know nothing.”

“We’ve come here to bring them prosperity.”

“Listen up, I’m offering you ten million. From this day forward, this village is under the wing of Oakroe Group.”

Zhao Yuegu couldn’t stand it any longer and shot Old Mr. Ma a look.

“So this is the renowned Oakroe Group you spoke of?”

Old Mr. Ma’s face flushed with embarrassment, and he cleared his throat.

“Let me speak plainly. If there’s to be development, shouldn’t there at least be a discussion about the plans?”

However, Yang Guang’s gaze had already shifted to Ma Yabei standing behind.

“Do you really think your words carry weight?”

Old Mr. Ma was taken aback, his eyes reddening with anger.

“Young man, I dare you to repeat that.”

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