The battle over, it was nearly quitting time when He Jingwen regained her senses.
She glared at Long Gen, frustrated. She was the damn township chief, maybe not a genius but a top graduate from a prestigious university. How'd she let a "dumb" kid play her and fuck her?
Once or twice was one thing, but she actually wanted him to fuck her. Always catering to him, submitting, and now fucked in her own office.
"Ugh, what's wrong with me? So shameless," She sighed inwardly. Dressed again, she turned to Long Gen. "Rested? Let's grab dinner."
Long Gen shrugged. Rest? He was barely warmed up. A whole day of fucking wouldn't faze him!
"No need to rest. I came to talk about something."
"What's up? If I can help, I'll make it happen!"
The words slipped out, and she cringed. Talking without thinking—would she commit murder for him?
'Guess I'm hooked on this kid. Ugh.'
Long Gen didn't notice, sipping water and saying casually, "First, I want a loan, a big one. Second, can you pull some strings with the Agriculture Bureau? Lend me a couple of their people, I'll return them when I'm done. Cool?"
"Loan? Borrow people?" He Jingwen frowned. "What're you planning?"
"Just wanna make some cash, that's all. Heh." Long Gen grinned, laying out his plan.
His brain was sharp, and he'd fucked plenty of women. By rights, he could leave—the countryside couldn't compare to the city's glitz, hot women, and endless fun.
But he wasn't heartless. He could ditch anytime, but what about his aunt, the village director? Gotta help her out.
Long Gen had a plan to get rich. Not just wandering the village, eyeing sluts pissing with their pants down—he had bigger ideas!
Shanghe Village was surrounded by mountains on three sides, with a river running through it, flowing year-round, full of turtles and grass carp. Naturally grown, high-quality, nutritious—a goldmine!
Hundreds of acres of flat fields could grow fruit trees. Chen Tianyun's acre of jujube trees was proof—low cost, just some manure, pest spray, and done. Load a truck, one acre pulls at least two grand. A hundred acres? Holy shit, at least 200,000 yuan!
Spread across households, that's thousands each! Big money! Farming with hoes all day couldn't match that—dream on!
Plus, the mountains were perfect for raising chickens, ducks, cows, sheep.
City beef hit fifty bucks a pound, and lamb in winter was a hot commodity—one sheep could fetch seven or eight hundred!
A farm and orchard? Shanghe Village would be rolling in cash!
"Little Long, this is your idea?" He Jingwen's pretty face was shocked.
Getting rich, leading farmers to prosperity—that was every leader's dream, especially as Liujia Township's head. The pressure was on!
No results? She'd shame her dad.
"Anyone else come up with this?" Long Gen smirked, brows raised, smug as hell.
If Long put his mind to it, making money was nothing. Pants off, standing on the street, women would swarm, throwing cash like water!
"But why the loan? How much do you need? I might lend you some myself." He Jingwen pressed.
It was a solid plan, worth supporting. Success meant a feather in her cap. Plus, this punk had her hooked.
"Hmm, seventy or eighty grand should do," Long Gen said casually.
"What? Seventy or eighty grand?" Her eyes bulged. "Why not rob a bank?"
"No money?"
"You think this is pocket change? Farmer loans max out at ten grand—regulations! Even for chickens, ducks, sheep, or a hundred acres of trees, you don't need that much. What's with the huge sum?" She frowned.
Seventy or eighty grand wasn't chump change. Embarrassing to admit, Liujia Township was too poor for even twenty grand, let alone that! This kid opens his mouth for a fortune—crazy!
"Who said I'm raising livestock or planting trees? Get everyone to do it, or let my aunt lead. Beats hoeing—more money, less work."
"Then what's seventy or eighty grand for?" Her frown deepened.
"Open a farm-stay, dig a pond, raise turtles!"
Long Gen grinned, proudly adjusting his crotch, a palm-sized bulge, massive and impressive.
"City guys can't get it up—turtles fix that. Business'll boom. Digging a pond, labor, all that's pricey."
"And borrowing people—send me a couple experts from the Agriculture Bureau. I don't get technical stuff, too lazy to read. Got pros? I'll use them." He said it like it was obvious.
He Jingwen stared, stunned, like he was a monster. Her heart churned.
This was Shanghe Village's "idiot"? Sharp as hell, a business mastermind! In the city, he'd be a filthy-rich tycoon! His brain worked too fast!
"I can get you people, but that much money? I can't approve of it. Plus, the risk's huge—Shanghe's remote, bad roads. Banks won't loan. But if you're set, I can personally lend you thirty grand."
"Only thirty?" Long Gen wasn't happy. Thirty grand wasn't enough! A pond alone could cost ten-plus grand, turtles were cheap, but labor, feed? Not nearly enough!
"Fine, thirty it is. I'll figure out the other twenty." He slapped his thigh, a ruthless glint crossing his face.
Fuck it, if push comes to shove, Huang Cuihua can hook me up with a rich chick. I lies back, plays gigolo!
"Let's eat first. Money later." He Jingwen nodded, heading out with him.
Her pants were wet, forcing her to take small steps, ass swaying as she got in the car.
"Roast Rooster," The town's best restaurant, seemed to know Long Gen was spent, ordering a big red rooster to recharge him.
Long Gen didn't refuse—meat's meat, why be polite? Food hit the table, and he dove in, scarfing like a starved ghost.
He Jingwen giggled, watching him eat heartily, her heart sweet as honey. In a way, this was her man.
Mid-feast, a man and woman approached. The guy was tall, potbellied, with a tiny bulge in his pants—pathetic! Heavy outsider accent.
The woman was stunning—willowy brows, slim waist, big tits jutting out, tight round ass in a black miniskirt, long legs in sexy lace stockings. Long Gen's cock throbbed!
"Heh, little slut."
He smirked. He knew her—fucked her twice. Chen Ke, that slut, ate his cock and now was in town hustling.
Chen Ke spotted him, fear flashing in her eyes. Seeing he didn't call her out, she relaxed, though her face stayed uneasy.
Escorting—sounds nice, but it's just fucking for cash. Quick money, but shameful. Getting caught by someone she knew? No face left.
Long Gen chewed slowly, eyeing them. The guy was a perv, hand already digging in her thigh gap, leering while ordering food.
"Damn, not bad—keeping up with me. Digging pussy and still thinking about food…" he muttered.
Whether it was Long Gen's stare or the guy's skills, Chen Ke's face soured, hips squirming, thighs clamped, lips muttering something. Her big melons bounced in her bra, mesmerizing.
"What're you looking at, smirking like that?" He Jingwen asked suddenly.
Long Gen shook his head. "Nothing, just saw someone I know."
He schemed—since he was in town, he'd find a chance to meet Chen Ke, fuck her again. Among the village's younger women, she was top-tier! Not fucking her would be a waste.
"Someone you know?" He Jingwen frowned. "You got relatives in town?"
Following his gaze, her face flushed. That guy was bold, groping her pussy in the restaurant? Look at her—face red, probably soaked.
"Pfft! What 'someone you know'? Pervert!" She cursed softly, blushing, appetite gone. Her own body suddenly felt hot.
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