Chapter 77

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The next day. The fifth day of the first lunar month.

At 9 o'clock in the morning, the courtyard of the Chang'an Village Committee was crowded with villagers who had brought their own small stools to attend the village chief election meeting.

The election committee, supervisory group, village committee members, and candidates were all present. Even the village accountant, Tian Xiuqing, had invited the business manager from the nearby Agricultural Bank, who would soon deposit the sponsors' money into the Chang'an Village public account set up at the branch.

This new condition was very appealing; empty promises and blank checks were no longer trusted. If you wanted to support, bring the money!

However, compared to this new matter, the villagers were more interested in the proposals of the four candidates. The least number of people came from the two streets, as they were no longer very concerned about these issues. Instead, they were more focused on how much money they could get from the demolition, and who cared who the village chief was...

"What's up with Zhao Tiejun? I heard he fell into a ditch and got his face swollen from drinking before the New Year. Why hasn't he recovered yet?"

"I heard he went to the Heavenly World last night."

"Ah, was it because of the girls?"

"Hehe, who knows? What can't this guy do?"

A group of people pointed and whispered, looking at Zhao Tiejun, who was covered in bandages and looked like he was injured all over. He walked unsteadily and could barely stand.

Zhao Tiejun was furious.

"Damn, I'm not a panda, why do they keep staring at me!" he cursed inwardly.

Zhang Jike remained calm and composed, shaking his head at Zhao Tiejun. He had once considered this guy a rival, but now he could be ignored.

Zhao Zhiqiang showed no emotion, not even bothering to look at Zhao Tiejun. This guy's IQ hadn't improved, and over the past three years, his EQ had regressed to the level of a kindergartener. He wasn't even qualified to be a stepping stone, let alone a rival. His character was too poor.

Fu Jinghua, as usual, remained silent, standing at the end of the four candidates, muttering to himself.

Zhao Guangshen, in the team from the first street, was even more furious. His son had been beaten yesterday, and he still didn't know who did it!

But today he had to come. His eyes scanned the faces of the other three candidates but found no suspect. Damn! He spat angrily, his eyes blazing with fury.

The village party secretary, Zhang Weifa, cleared his throat, and the crowd fell silent.

"Today is the first day of the election. Everyone knows how it works, so I won't go into details. It's cold and windy, so let's start with the candidates' proposals. The order is Zhao Tiejun, Zhang Jike, Fu Jinghua, and Zhao Zhiqiang. Let's begin!"

This brief opening statement made Jiang Han, sitting on the side in a light pink down jacket, raise an eyebrow. She glanced at the four candidates, and her mother's words came to mind: "You've seen his chest before, haven't you?"

Her ears turned red!

She quickly took out a pen to take notes. This village party secretary's words were quite concise!

Zhao Tiejun struggled to stand up. A gust of wind almost knocked him over, but Zhang Jike helped him to the podium with the microphone.

"Hello, everyone. I fell and got hurt again last night. I'm sorry."

This statement caused a burst of laughter from the crowd!

Seeing his ridiculous appearance, Zhao Guangshen, his father, was almost about to faint with anger.

Zhao Tiejun then read out the new village construction plan his father had prepared for him.

His proposal was based on the initial assumption that the land of the two streets would be nationalized. The existing residents of the two streets would receive national compensation for demolition, or they could buy new houses from developers or directly purchase houses in the city. For the new rural development of the four groups on the mountain, his proposal was to consolidate the land and lease it to enterprises or individuals for development, with the village committee responsible for coordination. Regarding the most pressing issue of income after the loss of land for the four groups on the mountain, Zhao Tiejun's proposal mentioned providing job opportunities in the enterprises that were willing to sponsor.

The villagers listened to this proposal as if they were listening to the cold wind in the courtyard, feeling no warmth.

Next was Zhang Jike.

"Thank you to the district committee, the district government, the street party secretary Zeng, and the street office director Li. Thank you to the respected party secretary Zhang. I am a graduate of the forestry department of Liaoning Forestry University, and after graduation, I am determined to serve my hometown and bring benefits to the villagers..."

What a flowery speech. All show and no substance.

Jiang Han didn't take many notes. She looked at the small, somewhat effeminate man with a few freckles on his face, who had been the student council president, and gave him this evaluation.

"Jike, stop thanking everyone. It's freezing, and people are getting cold. Get to the point!" Zhang Weifa glared at his nephew and shouted.

Zhang Jike quickly cleared his throat and began to explain his proposal.

His proposal was very detailed, even including vocational training for the villagers. For the two streets, the land would be nationalized, and the villagers would collectively develop the housing projects, with adjustments made based on the amount of land they had. For the four groups on the mountain, the land would be planned for orchards, stone mines, and industrial zones.

The most attractive part of this proposal was the vocational training, while the most controversial part was the collective funding for the housing projects. More than half of the villagers from the two streets disagreed, causing a loud commotion that Zhang Weifa had to calm down.

"Quiet down, listen to the next one!"

Fu Jinghua's proposal was similar to Zhang Jike's, but for the resettlement of the two streets, he proposed a voluntary approach, which caused less controversy. Relatively speaking, his proposal for the self-funded construction of factories in the new village received some support from the villagers.

The last to speak was Zhao Zhiqiang.

In the small meeting room to the side, a small group of people had gathered, some familiar and some not. Gu Quanyou and Mei Jun were the last to arrive, but these two were known to everyone.

People speculated: one was a major building materials merchant from the Lingnan region, and the other was the general manager of the Jinzun Grand Hotel. The people standing next to them included a few others. Who were they here to sponsor?

The people Zhao and Zhang had brought had no particular factions. Seeing these two, they considered it a stroke of luck and greeted each other, exchanging business cards, even though the others didn't really want to collect them. Just being able to meet these two and speak to them was a stroke of luck!

At this moment, Zhao Zhiqiang took the stage.

"Wait, Zhao Director is about to give his speech. We're here to listen to his campaign proposal. We'll chat later!" Gu Quanyou waved off the people around him, leading Mei Jun, Liu Shuang, and a few others who were supporting Zhao Zhiqiang out of the dilapidated meeting room of the village committee.

What?

They were here to sponsor Zhao Zhiqiang?

They looked at each other in surprise!

"Damn, then what are we here for? Their little finger is thicker than our leg." The pig farm owner immediately lost his spirit.

Zhao Zhiqiang's proposal was also very detailed.

For the two streets, he proposed two plans: one was to compensate according to the national policy, and the other was to negotiate with the national department to build cost-effective housing on the existing land of the two streets for resettlement, with the option to buy or not to buy. This proposal balanced the different needs of the people from the two streets: those with less land wanted houses, and those with more land wanted money.

Selfish and catering to their needs, this proposal received the support of most of the households from the first and second streets, with applause lasting for ten seconds!

Zhao Tiejun glared with hatred, thinking, "What did that lone wolf do with the money I gave him? Why didn't he get the job done?" Thinking about this, his back felt weak, and he hated Zhao Zhiqiang so much that his teeth ached.

Zhang Jike thought his proposal was also along these lines, but why didn't it receive the support of his group and the first street? He couldn't find the reason and secretly mocked, "Is it because people with similar educational backgrounds communicate better?"

The crowd, under Zhang Weifa's wave, quieted down. "Let Zhao Zhiqiang continue."

Attracting investment to build a green, environmentally friendly, and leisure resort-style agricultural park was the core of Zhao Zhiqiang's proposal, which included five main parts. The first part was a large leisure resort area from the fruit grove to the seaside.

As soon as he finished this, a villager who had just watched "Rural Life 2" stood up curiously, "Is it going to be like Liu Dabrain's resort?"

His eyes were full of anticipation.

Many others were also eager to know the answer.

"Exactly. But ours will be much larger than the one in Xiangyashan. The initial budget, excluding the land payment to the village committee, is already 23 million yuan. Don't worry, if anyone in our village wants to work in the resort, they can. The investors are already found, and as long as the current issues are resolved, construction can start in the spring!"

Wow~

The crowd burst into noise again.

Zhang Weifa was also moved. What a massive project! Just the construction process would create so many job opportunities!

"Hmph, nonsense. Building a resort here is like throwing money into the water. Idiot!" Zhao Tiejun sneered.

"Marshall Plan, where are you going to get so much money?" Zhang Jike was unconvinced.

But the villagers were full of anticipation.

Gu Quanyou, seeing the crowd's reaction, knew this was a good opportunity! Zhao Zhiqiang really had good connections.

Zhao Zhiqiang waved his hand, and the crowd immediately stopped the noise, looking at him expectantly.

Zhang Weifa had intended to wave his hand, but he was surprised to find that Zhao Zhiqiang's gesture was just as effective.

He was a bit stunned but felt a warm feeling inside.

Next, Zhao Zhiqiang talked about the second part: the fruit grove planning on the north side of Longbei and the plan for the four groups to build collective-funded houses. This plan proposed that the four groups on the mountain exchange their homesteads for apartments, with adjustments made based on the amount of land they had. The existing land would be nationalized at three times the national standard, and the ownership of the residential and collective land would remain for 70 years. This plan was like a huge pie falling from the sky. The national buyback price of over 10,000 yuan per mu was now almost the same as the price for nationalized land in the plains, and the four groups of villagers immediately responded enthusiastically!

"Great, I support Daxiang's plan!"

"Yes, yes, I support it. I will hand over all my land to the collective." An elderly man from the Fu family, who owned over 30 mu of mountain land and could earn up to 40,000 yuan a year, immediately responded.

There were many such people. They were too old to farm or plant fruit trees, and hiring workers was not feasible. They were in a dilemma about whether to farm or not, and Zhao Zhiqiang's proposal received the support of many elderly and weak villagers who were left behind.

Zhao Zhiqiang waved his hand again and proposed the fourth part: a labor training program and a social insurance and medical insurance plan for all villagers, similar to that of urban residents. The fifth part was a plan to establish a construction company mainly composed of villagers who worked outside the village. This proposal even moved some people from the first and second streets!

This was great. If you wanted a job, you got a job; if you wanted social insurance, you got it; if you wanted medical insurance, you got it!

It seemed even better than the resettlement policy in the plains?

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