One hundred and twenty-seven households in the whole village, three hundred thousand each, only I stubbornly refused to sign. The villagers laughed at me for being foolish, my birth mother was so anxious she dropped her broom, and even my own older brother urged me not to go against money. But a WeChat message sent by my brother made my whole body turn cold—he actually called me "Lin Chuan". Ever since I was little, he had clearly only ever called me "Second Son"! My older brother lost contact, the contract was shrouded in doubt, and the project team kept urging me to sign step by step. Following the clues to investigate, I discovered that behind the money the whole villagers were scrambling to collect, there was also an unspoken transaction hidden. The more they urged, the less I could put pen to paper. Until the other party let slip the four words "formal public notice", what on earth did this three hundred thousand buy away?