In the depths of the ancestral hall, dimly lit lamps swayed in the wind. Jiang Yaodong sat at the head of the hall, his gaze sweeping over the three kneeling people like a hawk. Jiang Chen, the person in charge of the first room, frowned with a solemn face, and Jiang Xuan, the talker in the second room, looked worried and kept tapping his knees with his fingertips. Jiang Fan, the leader of the three houses, said hoarsely: The will of the patriarch is the rule, and the room fell silent instantly. Jiang Yaodong folded his hands and rested his chin on the back of his hands, his eyes calm and calm - from now on, Jiangjiacun will be the top gold-financing family within a hundred miles, and anyone who stops him will be dismissed from his position if he is notified or discussed. Jiang Chen and Jiang Xuan's lips were trembling and they couldn't utter even a single word. The accounting for this trip started from the moment the decision was made.
