On the day the land acquisition documents arrived, more than a hundred people gathered at the Zhaojiawan threshing floor. The village chief shouted, "Unite to demand four million," and the whole crowd cheered. Only Lin Yuan squeezed into the crowd, flipped through the proposal, and asked, "Where is the contract? I'll sign." The crowd laughed for three seconds, cursing him as a fool and for selling his ancestors' land, while a tin loudspeaker chased his car for three streets. No one knew that what he saw was an abnormal serial number in the geological survey report—this road simply could not pass through Zhaojiawan. Five months later, the highway route was changed, the whole village got not a single cent, and only the 3.12 million in his hands was real. The wind direction changed, and the people who cursed the loudest back then stood at his doorstep one by one.