The news about the village committee's product selection spread rapidly throughout the village.
Those who had been hoping to cut corners quickly abandoned their schemes and started to work earnestly.
The four families that weren't chosen were visibly depressed.
Especially Wang Lao San, who, upon returning home, sadly chain-smoked one cigarette after another.
His wife was so frightened she sat beside him, not daring to say a word.
At that moment, Uncle Chen walked in with his tobacco pipe in hand.
"Uncle Chen, what brings you here?" the wife quickly got up and greeted him.
Wang Lao San glanced up irritably.
"Are you here to make fun of me?"
Uncle Chen chuckled, "What are you talking about, my big nephew? I'm here to show you a way to make money."
"Uncle Chen, don't make fun of me. My way to wealth was just cut off today. From now on, my whole family will have to face the bitter wind."