Half a month ago, a small sedan pulled up at the entrance of Phoenix Village, located at the foot of Phoenix Mountain.
There was a towering tree at the entrance, shaped like a phoenix spreading its wings, considered the symbol of the village.
The sedan was very eye-catching, more attractive than the usual cars.
After the cement road outside the village was paved, cars occasionally drove in, but they were all old trucks or vans; this was the first time such a fine sedan had appeared.
Some people were playing cards and chatting at the village entrance. When they saw the car, they stopped and watched a man get out, respectfully rush to the back, and open the rear door to reveal another middle-aged man in a suit with a large belly stepping out.
The man looked to be in his forties, his hair slicked with oil, glistening in the sunlight.
This man was Liao Lei, the wealthy entrepreneur coming to invest in Phoenix Mountain.
