Getting Rich from Demolition in the 1990s

The villagers of Linzhou never dreamed that the windfall of land requisition and demolition compensation would one day fall into their laps!

Dancing with joy, banging gongs and drums, none of it could express the villagers’ overwhelming excitement.

Even the village elder, who was over eighty, had his grandson help him stand shakily beneath the archway at the village entrance, where he held forth and pontificated.

Chi Jin was fretting about finding a job after graduation. Well, forget that for now. What she needed to worry about was how to arrange all the small fortune and houses she’d be getting in compensation.

Heh heh, heh heh.

Having too much money and too many houses is a real headache~~~ Chi Jin muttered quietly, hands on her hips, basking in her triumph.

Shh, keep a low profile, keep a low profile

This must be what it feels like when life couldn’t be better, she thought, giggling.

In flip-flops and fanning herself, Rich Lady Jin squeezed into the crowd of the village’s best-informed aunties, eyes shining. “Wow, money really is the root of all evil. One windfall, and everyone’s showing their true colors~~”

One juicy bit of gossip after another, so much to take in that it made your head spin! Hahaha

But as she kept listening, how did it start to sound like the gossip was about her???????

No rebirth, no transmigration, and no golden finger or System. Just an ordinary person’s everyday life and growth amid the tide of the times.