"Dad, we have a guest."

"Director, Defu, you are too polite this early in the morning."

When the two New Year greeters came in with fruit drinks in their hands, Wang Yongren, who was about to go out, called out and saw his father coming down from the second floor, greeting him politely.

Wang Yongren, who was not very familiar with him at first, also recognized that the somewhat kind-hearted person was the village director of Wangzhai Village, his hometown, and the other one was considered a village cadre.

When my father entertained the guests, he obediently poured three cups of tea.

At this time, he will never leave directly, and basic courtesy must be maintained.

"I didn't expect your Aren to be so old. I haven't seen you for a few years and he has become a great writer."

Director Wang, who was sitting on the leather sofa, smiled and praised this outstanding ‘village rising star’.

"The director was joking. My Yongren only works a little harder than the average young man."

In the past two years, after hearing many outsiders praising his son, Wang Youliang was not as polite as he was at first. It seemed too fake.

After all, if you look at the entire Kang Yong, there is no other young man who can achieve such an achievement at the same age.

It's okay to be humble occasionally, but it's inappropriate to be overly modest.

"That's that."

In response to Wang Youliang's pride, the two directors smiled in unison.

With such a proud son of a great writer, no one in Kangyong County felt that he was being immodest.

"Yongren, this is Director Wang, and this is your Uncle Defu. He hugged you when you were a child."

Guessing what they were thinking, Wang Youliang took the opportunity to introduce his son and motioned to his son to stay and fight.

"Hello, Uncle Wang, hello, Uncle Wang."

Wang Yongren, who understood deeply, also sat down to accompany him.

On the second day of the Lunar New Year, these two guests from my hometown village came to visit, but they came with bad intentions.

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After chatting for a few minutes, Director Wang, who had finished a cup of tea, saw the big writer in the village refilling his water. He quickly stood up and waved politely: "No, no, we'll leave later."

"Everyone who is celebrating the Chinese New Year is here. Let's have two more drinks."

Wang Youliang, who is hospitable by nature, said something polite, and saw the other party sitting down again, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

It seems that this is really for catching the autumn wind!

"Then I'm welcome. Your tea is much more fragrant than the ones I drank before."

Sitting down with some embarrassment, Director Wang took a sip of tea, his mouth full of compliments.

On the other side, Wang Defu, who had received instructions from the director in advance, also pretended to ask: "Youliang, what brand is your tea? It's so fragrant, it must not be cheap, right?"

"This is West Lake Longjing. I'm not sure about the price. Yongren brought it all back."

Although he knew that the other two had ulterior motives, the smile on Wang Youliang's face still became more sincere when he heard the two compliments.

Moreover, he told the truth. The West Lake Longjing treasure in his family was brought back by his son.

One time, the boss, who is a good taster, came over for tea, and he tasted the rare "Mingqian Longjing". The price on the market is calculated by grams, and Wang Youliang is usually reluctant to drink it.

If he were asked to make tea by himself and invite guests from these two villages, Wang Youliang would definitely use ordinary Yuqian Longjing worth a thousand bucks a pound, not as generous as his son.

"Only people as wealthy as yours can afford such good tea."

After taking a sip of the fragrant tea, Director Wang said with emotion: "Who in our village can compare with your family? These days, many people in the village have suggested that you be the director. I am also older, so it's almost the same."

It’s time to retreat, Youliang, what do you think?”

"Director, what are you talking about? Our village can have the good life it is now because of your guidance. Without you, how would the fields in our village have the opportunity to be transferred, and everyone can share the money every year."

Upon hearing this, Wang Youliang quickly declined.

In the past, he might have thought a lot about the director's name, but now he keeps away from it.

Nowadays, not to mention his son's unknown huge wealth, their supermarket has a total assets of more than 50 million yuan, so why bother to go to the village to find any sense of presence.

As a human being, you have to look forward.

"Youliang is too humble. I am an old man and my thinking cannot keep up with the times. Otherwise, our village would not have changed at all in the past few years."

Seeing the other party's rejection, Director Wang, who had already expected it, expressed his sincerity: "Next year we will be re-electing representatives, and I am going to recommend you to be the representative. Please don't refuse. There are several villages nearby, and you are the only one who is qualified."

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After hearing the conditions proposed by the director, Wang Youliang's heart moved.

The position of director is thankless, and if you are not careful, you will have people gossiping behind your back, but it is different to represent this honor.

Originally, Wang Youliang wanted to see if there were any opportunities in the county. If the village director was willing to give up his position, there would be no need to worry.

"Uncle Wang, are there any difficulties in the village now?"

Seeing that his father had ideas, Wang Yongren, as his son, always had to look up to him.

A person like his father who values ​​​​face will definitely care about the reputation of others, including the reputation of the 'clan' in the village.

So, it is only a matter of time before we give back to the village's construction.

The reason why it is said to be 'construction' rather than money is that there is a reason.

Simply donating money to the elderly in the village will only gain a temporary "word of mouth", but will be forgotten in a blink of an eye, and there may even be some greedy people who care about it.

Building a hometown is different. Simply donating money to build a fitness facility can be seen by people in the village every day, and the reputation is lasting.

"Difficulties exist in every village. Just like in our village, those dilapidated buildings need to be repaired and renovated, and they can't get money from the county. Even if they can, they have to queue up. In addition, the land transfer in the village is about to expire, and those who grow vegetables are

of foreigners think the rent is a bit high and want to lower the price.”

When talking about the problems in the village, Director Wang, who has been the village chief for decades, feels bitter.

The villagers said behind his back that he must have made a lot of money as the village chief for so many years, which was all slander.

Except for the small factory at home, he didn't get any benefits at all. Sometimes he had to give subsidies to the village, such as giving money to the elderly at the end of the year, which Wang Fugui paid out of his own pocket.

Now, the Wang Youliang family has suddenly emerged, and his son has become a celebrity by writing a book. The old Wang family has suddenly become extremely wealthy. People in the village are very jealous and want to let the other party help the development of the village.

But there are only two old people in the old Wang family staying in the village. Wang Youliang's brothers and sisters are not at home at all on weekdays. Director Wang is embarrassed to ask for alms.

A few days ago, I heard that Wang Youliang had invested in the largest supermarket in the county, worth several hundred million, so Director Wang found a chance to visit him on the second day of the Lunar New Year.

In order to persuade the other party, Director Wang gave up the honor of being elected for several consecutive terms.

No one can say that Wang Fugui did not contribute to the village.

"Uncle Wang, what plans does your village committee have?"

After quietly listening to the old director's complaints, Wang Yongren continued to ask.

There are some words that cannot be said by his father, otherwise he will be forced to step down.

Face is not something to be taken advantage of, and Wang Yongren doesn’t want others to plot against his father.

"Our village committee has held meetings for several days, but we don't have a clue. We just want to collect the rent this year, move it to repair the dilapidated buildings first, and wait for the funds to be allocated from above, or the next year's rent for several small factories in the village.

Collect it, and then distribute the land rent to each family. However, running things in the village is troublesome, and many people are unwilling to do so after hearing about it. No, you and your father are both phoenixes flying out of our village, so you want to

I’m looking for you to learn from me.”

After being a village director for so many years, Wang Fugui still speaks very artistically.

Ultimately, it's still a question of money.

Outside, tens of thousands of yuan may be a small amount of money, but in the village, tens of thousands of yuan is not small.

But when it comes to alms, you can't open your mouth and just talk about money. That's too vulgar and can easily offend others.

"Uncle Wang, in the final analysis, there is no stable income in the village, and the villagers have not felt the warmth of the village collective."

As a young man, Wang Yongren summed it up very straightforwardly.

"That's right. Our village collective is also in trouble."

Listening to this cultural man's words, Wang Fugui nodded repeatedly and continued to pour out his bitterness.

"In this way, I don't ask how much it will cost to repair dilapidated houses in the village. I have thought of two plans. The first plan is to take back all the transferred land. I will personally invest 1 million, and the village collective or individual villagers will take shares to build a farmhouse community together;

The second option is that my dad will sponsor the renovation of all dilapidated buildings, and all he needs to do is hang a thank you sign at the door of the village ancestral hall."

Since he interrupted, Wang Yongren did not engage in any confrontation with the so-called old fox, but directly stated his two preparation plans.

The money from their old Wang family did not come from strong winds, so they had no obligation to distribute it directly to the villagers.

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After being stunned for a moment, when Wang Defu's eyes lit up, Director Wang asked curiously: "What does this farmhouse community look like?"

Unlike the village cadre next to him, he has two small factories at home and is considered to have a fortune of several million. His eyes light up when he hears one million.

"A farmhouse community is a new type of tourist village that integrates play, picking, food and accommodation. The transferred land in our village has been used as a backing area to build a large playground. The non-powered playground and the powered playground are combined, and a small train is added.

It will definitely attract many city people to take their children to play; in addition, part of the fields can be used to grow pollution-free vegetables, and some lotus roots can be grown, and when they are mature, adults and children in the city can come and pick them; after those dilapidated buildings are repaired,

It can also be built into a nostalgic B&B; as for whether the village will open a unified restaurant or be contracted by individuals, that is another matter."

Regarding the idea of ​​this project, Wang Yongren recalled the rural paradise that emerged more than ten years ago in his previous life. He could talk a lot and finally talked about the possible income: "If it works well, the income this year will be at least four to five."

One million can be distributed to the villagers who invest in it."

That rural paradise, Wang Yongren saw in a village ten kilometers away from his hometown in his last life, sold tens of thousands of 39.9 yuan tickets online a year, and the annual income was two to three million, which is a huge amount.

It is better to teach people to fish than to teach them how to fish. Only when you bring the people in the village to make money together, they will not point fingers behind your back. Instead, they will talk about the good things of their old Wang family when they receive dividends every year.

As for whether the village director will choose the second option, haha, can Wang Defu next to him hold the door?

"hiss"

Upon hearing this income, Wang Defu clenched his left hand that was not holding the teacup.

There are less than a thousand people in Wangzhai Village. If there are four to five million people a year, then not every person has 5,000 yuan.

It can't be calculated like this. Only the villagers who buy shares will get the money. If less than half of the people buy shares, wouldn't it be tens of thousands per person per year?

This is no better than renting fields to outsiders and getting a few hundred yuan every year.

"This matter is not trivial. I need to go back and hold a village committee meeting, and then I can make a decision after discussing it with most of the villagers."

Thinking about the pros and cons in his mind, Wang Fugui glanced at Wang Defu's clenched fist next to him and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Originally, he just wanted to create some luck, but he didn't expect that this young man from the Wang Youliang family was too powerful.

If that kind of farmhouse can really be built, then everyone in the village will not miss Wang Youliang's family. Basically, they will never get back the honor they gave away.

However, now that the matter was over, he had no other choice.

If he gave up 1 million yuan of investment money for tens of thousands of yuan in repair costs, he would be scolded by the whole village the next day, and he would never be able to live in his hometown again.

The most important thing now is to go back and have a small meeting with the village committee, and then think about buying more shares for the family.

With the momentum of Wang Youliang's family, the collective farmhouse they created would not only produce a harvest of four or five million, but also two or three million. That would really be an heirloom that could be passed down to their children.

"Okay, if Uncle Wang makes your decision, I will find professionals to inspect the site and come up with a detailed plan."

Not expecting the other party to make an immediate decision, Wang Yongren smiled slightly and stood up to leave: "Dad, uncles, I have to attend a class reunion, so I won't chat with you anymore."

As a discerning child, of course the final home court must be left to my father.

The tone has almost been set. Dad only needs to be responsible for bragging and pretending to compete.

"Hahaha"

When he walked out of the villa door, Wang Yongren could still hear the laughter of several middle-aged people in the living room.

I checked the time and saw that I just wasted forty minutes drinking tea with me.

The class reunion that Wang Yongren was talking about was tomorrow's dinner, and he just made an excuse to leave.

Since he went to college, New Year greetings have nothing to do with him. Basically, his parents go to the countryside to visit relatives. Wang Yongren doesn't want to go with him. His grandparents and grandparents can just go and visit.

"The cool night has made a river of longing for you, turning into spring mud to protect me."

Just as he was about to take the car to go shopping at the pedestrian street, Wang Yongren heard his cell phone ringing.

Looking at the caller ID, Wang Yongren raised his eyebrows and then picked up: "Hello."

"Pearl Hotel, waiting for you in 1601."

Sitting in the high-rise suite of the hotel, Feng Qingxi looked at the small county town below her feet with a sneer on her lips.

Yesterday, her eldest cousin dared to protest with her, and she was going to bully the other man back today.

It's too late for a woman to take revenge.

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Thinking of picking up Senior Sister Su tomorrow, Wang Yongren, who felt guilty, could only use practical actions to bully Miss Feng into being honest.

At noon on the third day of the Lunar New Year, after lunch at the house where his grandparents lived, Wang Yongren left with an excuse, not even giving his cousin a chance to ask.

Arriving at the Lihu Jinwan Community in Lidu in a Mercedes-Benz RV, Wang Yongren picked up Senior Su who was ready and rushed back to Kangyong's hometown.

It was agreed today that he would take Sister Su to attend the high school class reunion, so naturally Wang Yongren would not go out of his way to meet with Section Chief Qi and the others.

"Hey, Writer Wang is here."

At a little after five o'clock in the afternoon, Wang Yongren took Sister Su into the private room of Ziwei Hotel where high school classmates were having a reunion, and received a warm welcome from many classmates.

Because she had already participated once last year, the generous Su Qiuyi quickly chatted with the girls without feeling unfamiliar at all.

This is what is called, you can go to the hall, go to the kitchen, and do yoga on the balcony.

The days of the first month passed quickly, and in a blink of an eye it was the seventh day of the first lunar month.

On this day, the first Chinese Science Fiction Nebula Award was held in Chengdu. Contemporary science fiction writers and science fiction enthusiasts gathered together, which attracted a lot of attention from the outside world.

In order to hold this award, the Nebula Award Organizing Committee, which has received a lot of sponsorship, specially booked a three-star Shujia Hotel with a "half-price promotion".

Many science fiction authors arrived a day early and sat in the coffee area and tea tasting area chatting, which was quite comfortable.

"Boss, there is a Miss Liu who claims to be Chairman Liu's granddaughter. She says she has something important and wants to see you in private."

Wang Yongren, who had just gotten off the plane, heard the report from Secretary Chen who had returned to work.

"Well, you can arrange a coffee shop."

Wang Yongren was a little surprised when he heard that she was the granddaughter of President Liu, and then he agreed.

"There is no one like me in the world. Hello, my name is Liu Jianjia, and I am a fan of your books."

In a coffee shop a few hundred meters away from Shujia Hotel, a young girl wearing a simple white sweater and jeans saw the handsome man entering the door and immediately revealed her identity as a fan.

"That's really my honor."

After shaking hands with Miss Liu, Wang Yongren sat down and asked straight to the point: "I wonder what's the matter with Miss Liu's private appointment with me?"

"Mr. Wang, I want to report to you that someone in the organizing committee has secretly embezzled event funds."
Chapter completed!