"Don't want him to fuck you? Then who's gonna fuck you?" Long Gen laughed, a wicked glint in his eyes.
Tian Cuifen's almond eyes flared, snapping, "Isn't that obvious? I'm letting you fuck me. Who else? You want that old bastard to fuck me instead?"
"Deal! I'll take care of that old creep soon," Long Gen nodded. "But let's be clear—only I get to fuck you! And not for free. Taking down your dad ain't small potatoes, and Chen Tianming's mess isn't even settled yet. You gotta give me some benefits!"
"What? Benefits?" Tian Cuifen froze. She was already letting him fuck her, and he wanted more?
"You bet. You think I'd fuck you for nothing?" Long Gen crossed his arms, smug. "Wu Guihua's a looker, and she forked over twenty grand. Your family's got cash too."
No joke—the village's hottest wives and good women were all his. He didn't need her as a fuck buddy. Benefits were only fair!
"Think it over. Do you want it or not? Let me know tomorrow. Cucumber or my big cock—which one's better?" Patting his ass, Long Gen headed for the door.
Tian Cuifen sat naked on the bed, her flushed face fading, a hint of gloom setting in. If Little Long stopped fucking her, what then? The first time hurt, but just now? Pure bliss. Her pussy gushed, her body tingling—Wei Wu couldn't match that in a whole night.
If he stopped, how would she survive? Cucumbers and eggplants came in sizes, sure, but they weren't as good as his cock. That hot gush inside? Wei Wu couldn't dream of it.
"Fine, money it is. It's not like I earned it. Wei Wu married me and left me hanging—that bastard!" Tian Cuifen decided, rummaging through a cabinet, pulling out thirty grand, and shoving it at Long Gen.
"Little Long, here's the money. Your cock's mine from now on. Oh, and deal with Wei Wenwu quickly. That old creep's disgusting—peeping while I bathe."
Clutching the cash, Long Gen grinned ear to ear. Money this easy? Thirty grand just like that, plus a hot woman. It was like eating honeyed food—pure joy.
"Done. I'll handle it in three to five days. Watch and see." Long Gen turned and left the yard.
His pockets stuffed, his spine felt straighter. Fuck, he hadn't realized before, but these officials were loaded.
First Wu Guihua, no hesitation, handed over twenty grand. Huang Cuihua didn't skimp either—delivered it the next day. He thought Tian Cuifen, only fucked a couple times, might not cough up, but she dropped thirty grand!
"Damn bastards, always crying poor! Now I'll make you really poor—fuck your women, spend your hard-earned cash." Long Gen walked, plotting Wei Wenwu's downfall.
Chen Tianming got nailed because he was dirty, too greedy, and Li Sanchou had dirt on him. Otherwise, he'd have dodged the investigation. Wei Wenwu was different.
Long Gen hadn't been in the village long, but he saw it clearly—Wei Wenwu was slick, all smiles, charming everyone. Who'd believe he was a lecher?
"Nah, I need Yang Ying's help. Better yet, get Niu Da—Wei Wenwu's son—to clash with his old man. Have Yang Ying scream that her father-in-law wants to fuck her. Heh, once that blows up, Wei Wenwu's done for!"
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"Huh? Why're my ears burning? Who's talking shit about me?" In the village office meeting, Wei Wenwu's ears suddenly heated up, scalding to the touch. He muttered to himself.
Chen Tianming's embezzlement, abuse of power, and misappropriation were confirmed. He Jingwen, facing the village cadres and Party members, laid it out.
"No need to dwell on Chen Tianming's crap. I'll file with the court and press charges when I'm back. But the village secretary spot can't stay empty—village business needs to keep running." She frowned, glancing at Wei Wenwu.
Forty-seven or forty-eight, steady, cautious, reliable. Perfect for village secretary.
"Any thoughts?" She asked.
Li Sanchou stood, short and stocky, eyes sharp like a Shanxi tycoon, cunning as hell. "Township Chief, I nominate Village Chief Wei. He's got a solid rep, no scandals. He's fit for secretary."
Li Sanchou sat, not even glancing at Wei Wenwu. It was all prearranged—no need for more.
"I agree," Li Sanshui added, standing briefly.
That sparked it—ten or so hands shot up. Xiao Li, the secretary taking notes, smiled at He Jingwen. "Township Chief, it's unanimous. Why not let Wei take the secretary role?"
He Jingwen considered it. It made sense—villagers agreed, and she liked Wei Wenwu. Let him try.
"Alright, Wei Wenwu's the village secretary. But what about the village chief?" She looked around.
"Township Chief, I think Accountant Li's great—hardworking, meticulous. Perfect for village chief," Wei Wenwu said, barely containing his glee, jumping up to vouch for Li Sanchou.
He Jingwen frowned. These two nominating each other? Wei Wenwu ratted out Chen Tianming, Li Sanchou provided the evidence. Were they teaming up to fleece the village now?
"Yeah, yeah, Brother Sanchou's solid. He's the one, Township Chief."
"I'd pick Sanchou too!"
The crowd agreed, and public will couldn't be ignored. He Jingwen wasn't dumb. Rubbing her forehead, she nodded, approving. But she needed eyes in the village. She'd just ousted one Chen Tianming—she couldn't let two more pop up!
Clearing her throat, she glanced at Shen Lijuan in the corner, an idea sparking.
"The secretary and chief are set. Now, I'm appointing a women's director. This role, simply put, heads a women's association, equal to the village chief. You can report directly to me with any issues!"
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