"Cometown Mayor Cheng, my request is very simple. I just want you to lead us!" Luo Sanjin looked at Cheng Jiemin and said his request in a deep voice...

Cheng Jiemin was stunned. He didn't expect Luo Sanjin to make such a request to him. All he had thought about was how to promote the transformation of this oil press workshop toward the oil press factory, but he didn't expect that Luo Sanjin would actually want to take the stake himself.

Luo Sanjin stared at Cheng Jiemin tightly, feeling uneasy. Although he was not well-educated, he had the cleverness and cunning of a farmer. He was very moved by the oil press project. However, investment was risky, and he knew too much about this. What if he lost it? That 20,000 yuan was not a small amount.

According to his logic, he now thinks the most reliable method is that Cheng Jiemin also invests a share. Isn’t your little village chief Cheng so much? Then if you can invest a share, we are just grasshoppers on a grass, and I’ll be relieved. In the future, whether you make money or lose money, you will have your share, so I don’t believe you will not worry!

Cheng Jiemin's mind became more and more active. If he participated in a share, he could not say that he could not. After all, this oil press is sure to make money. What's more, Luo Sanjin's idea is very clear. If you don't participate in a share, he will never take the lead.

What you said is very good. If you don’t do it yourself, how can you let others believe you? It’s just a fool.

After carefully thinking about the interests here, Cheng Jiemin gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice: "It's not impossible to participate in a stock, but when we buy the contract and price of the oil press workshop in the village, we must go through strict and fair procedures. The township and even the county must evaluate the oil press workshop. And every villager who gets the money must sign the transaction resolution of this workshop."

Cheng Jiemin's words made Luo Sanjin almost laugh out loud. A ragged oil pressing workshop is about to sell scrap iron. You are still doing so finely. After all, you are a cultural person. You have to take off your pants before farting for a small matter that is big. It's completely unnecessary.

Although I thought so in my heart, I still smiled on the surface and said, "Okay, that's easy to say, but the village is easy to deal with. The township and the county have to bother you, Township Mayor Cheng, to find someone."

Cheng Jiemin nodded and then said, "Let's buy this oil pressing workshop. For what there is in the workshop, you must write a detailed list and let all the villagers confirm it."

"Hehe, Township Mayor Cheng, even if you don't write this list, grandma Chen Erjun and others will make this list. They are just a little cheaper and we won't get it." Luo Sanjin curled his lips, with a hint of disdain on his face.

Cheng Jiemin smiled. He could see Luo Sanjin's impatient with his arrangement. However, with the influx of things at various stages of the book, Cheng Jiemin was much more meticulous than ordinary young people.

In this matter, although I have a clear conscience and do not want to take advantage of the village, but if people do not have a long-term plan, they will have immediate worries. I don’t know what will happen in the future, and I will never be able to catch any pain in this matter.

With what he said to Luo Sanjin, he could stand firm with integrity. But Cheng Jiemin also made up his mind that the oil press plant he and Luo Sanjin jointly built would never take the lead, and he would use the name of his mother or father.

He exchanged views on the purchase of the oil press workshop with Luo Sanjin, and Cheng Jiemin handed over everything to Luo Sanjin, while he himself returned to Luo Sanjin's house to wait for news.

Sitting on the kang table at Luo Sanjin's house, Cheng Jiemin's mind was still surrounded by the problem of himself investing in. This small oil pressing plant costs only 20,000 yuan, and he can do it himself...

Various thoughts kept flashing in his mind. Cheng Jiemin simply took out a manuscript paper from Luo Sanjin's kang table. He wrote and drew it on it, and saw him writing it on it: Instant noodles, fresh meat, company and farmers...

Just as a prototype began to form in Cheng Jiemin's mind, Luo Sanjin's voice came over: "Cometown Chief Cheng."

Cheng Jiemin put down his pen and responded. Luo Sanjin had already walked in. He threw his hat on the chair and cursed loudly: "The paralyzed Chen Erjun, why didn't this kid go to rob? A stone Anchor, this kid is ready to calculate the money for me!"

Cheng Jiemin felt relieved when he heard Luo Sanjin say this. Although he felt that as long as Luo Sanjin showed his willingness to buy, it should not be a problem. After all, the villagers knew very well how much the price of a pile of ragged iron was sold.

However, speculation was speculation after all. Now that there was accurate news, he was relieved. As for whether a Shi Tou Atsuko should be counted as money, he didn't care.

Pour Luo Sanjin a glass of water, Cheng Jiemin smiled and said, "As long as we can run this oil press, we will have a little money, don't take it seriously."

"That's right, I don't know him." Luo Sanjin picked up the water and drank it into his stomach, and said generously.

Although it was not time to eat, Luo Sanjin, who was very interested, asked his wife to get two cold dishes and sat at the small table and drank wine. Because of the plan to jointly build an oil press, the relationship between the two has improved a lot.

However, the two of them did not drink too much of this wine. Luo Sanjin went to find a few tribe members with him to see who could add one of them. Cheng Jiemin returned to the township Zhengfu to make a detailed plan for setting up an oil press.

For the whole afternoon, Cheng Jiemin, who was getting more and more interested, was writing plans for the construction of the oil press. When the sky gradually faded, Cheng Jiemin roughly outlined the blueprint he planned.

After reading his plan several times, Cheng Jiemin revised some more questions to address them, which was considered satisfactory.

When he was planning to look at it again and go out for dinner, he heard a soft knock on the door outside the door. At this time, who knocked on his own door? Cheng Jiemin pushed open the door and saw Luo Sanjin's dark face.

"Brother Sanjin, sit down quickly." Cheng Jiemin hurriedly said with a smile when he saw Luo Sanjin.

Luo Sanjin and Cheng Jiemin were not polite. After sitting down on Cheng Jiemin's chair, they said in a deep voice: "Jiemin, I talked to a few brothers who have a good relationship with me about our oil pressing workshop. Although they were a few of them, they didn't have much money to pay. I calculated that we combined, which was to take out ten thousand yuan."

While speaking, Luo Sanjin handed Cheng Jiemin a wrinkled manuscript with several names and the amount of investment. Among them, Luo Sanjin was written on the top, which was 2,000 yuan, while others had 1,500 yuan.

Most of the names of people on this are not as good as those of Cheng Jiemin, but the name at the end made Cheng Jiemin stunned for a moment.

Luo Tiechui, this guy also wants to participate in the shares. Although he only took out 300 yuan, Cheng Jiemin felt that with the situation in his family, this should be the highest amount he could take out.

"You've even looked for Luo Tiehui?" Cheng Jiemin put down the paper and asked with a little surprise on his face.

Luo Sanjin took a sip of water and said with a smile: "That guy Luo Tiechong happened to be right next to him. It should be your credit for that kid being able to participate in the shares. He heard that you were the one who led this matter, so he insisted on adding another one."

"It's because of this?" Cheng Jiemin almost got happy, thinking that this reason was really weird enough.

Luo Sanjin laughed and said, "That guy said, those who can beat him are all heroes. Not only do you beat him, but you are also more knowledgeable than him. Follow you, you will definitely not be wrong."

Cheng Jiemin didn't expect Luo Tiechui to make such a truth. He did not bother with this issue, but said in a deep voice: "See if there are still people who invest in the 20,000 yuan startup capital. If not, the remaining money will be paid from me!"

"I'll take a look, I'll take a look." Luo Sanjin breathed a sigh of relief. When he was looking for someone to discuss investing, he was also ambitious and felt that it would not be difficult to attract a few brothers with his prestige.

But what he could not imagine was that when those rich brothers in his eyes heard him say their intentions, most of them shook their heads and felt that the risk was too great. And they were not easy to make money. This said they wanted to marry a wife for their children, and the other said that they would repair the house. Luo Sanjin was spitting everywhere, and they were all irritated, and they gathered nine people, including Luo Tiech.

While convincing those brothers, Luo Sanjin felt that this matter was a big deal. Now he was not financially funded and was afraid that the matter would be ruined. He didn't even bother to eat supper, so he rode his bicycle to the village to discuss with Cheng Jiemin and see what to do if the remaining 10,000 yuan was left.

Unexpectedly, Cheng Jiemin gave the ten thousand yuan so simply.

Let me do it! This short sentence not only solved Luo Sanjin's worries, but also made Luo Sanjin full of confidence in this oil press. Township Chief Cheng invested 10,000 yuan, so how could he lose money!

"By the way, Township Mayor Cheng, I know someone who used to be a master at a county oil press factory. I couldn't stand the anger of the leaders of the oil press factory, so I quit. According to what you said, the quality of the oil we make must pass, and I think we might as well invite him out." After solving the biggest problem, Luo Sanjin changed the topic.

Cheng Jiemin naturally would not refuse Luo Sanjin's proposal. Even if Luo Sanjin didn't say it, he would also be planning to invite a technician who knew what he was doing. He smiled and said, "Brother Sanjin, when will you have time? Let's go and invite him out together."

"What are you waiting for? Let's go now!" Luo Sanjin touched his belly and said with a smile: "It just so happens that his family runs a restaurant. Let's go to his place to fill his stomach. This is not a waste of time."
Chapter completed!