Lin Qingxiang nodded along, "Yes, at least more than half of the whole village has to buy in, and even people from the neighboring village know about it."
Xiao Jinlin listened more and more skeptically, pondering, "Is there a leading person?"
"There really is!" Lin Qingxiang slapped his thigh and looked at Chen Xinyue, "It's your aunt. I heard your uncle is doing it and making quite a bit, and she's been spreading the word around the village. Who wouldn't want to get rich? So, everyone's been asking about it."
Xiao Jinlin followed suit and looked at Chen Xinyue.
Chen Xinyue subconsciously frowned, "Why is it them again! When will it end? Does my grandpa know?"
Lin Qingxiang shook his head, "He doesn't want to hear it. Every time I mention your uncle's matters, he gets upset. I'm not blind to social cues; the more you say, the less you want to talk. Besides, we didn't think it would involve breaking the law. What's the point of talking about it?"
