Chapter 79

Hearing Meijun's voice, the villagers finally noticed that there were two unfamiliar outsiders standing among the sponsors!

Zhang Weifa, the old party secretary, wiped the sweat from his forehead, "Everyone from Chang'an Village, please stay quiet for a moment. Wait until our benefactor has finished speaking before you start making noise!"

In fact, he was extremely pleased. The knot that had been troubling him for so long was about to be untied. The new rural construction project was funded by the state, but it required the cession of land. The land in the two streets below the slope, due to various reasons, was only under the de facto control of the Chang'an Village Committee. In theory, it should have been the original township's land. The villagers of Chang'an Village had occupied it for thirty years, but the land they truly owned was public land with certificates. The villagers who had moved down from the mountain ten years ago to build houses did not have homestead certificates. The farmland was reclaimed from the mountain slopes in the early 1980s, during the initial stages of the reform and opening-up. Later, the land was divided and contracted to households for thirty years, and it took a lot of effort to determine the usage rights.

Three years ago, when the new urban area of Linzhou was planned, the land below Longbei Mountain became a disputed area again. After much negotiation, Chang'an Village and the township finally reached an agreement. This was also one of the reasons why Zhao Guangming had taken advantage of the loopholes at both the village and street levels. Or perhaps, there was also the Big Rat. Zhang Weifa had so many thoughts flashing through his mind. Now, with Zhao Zhiqiang's proposal, he could hear that the plans for the mountain and the area below were completely different, which was a good thing.

Looking at Meijun walking towards the wooden table, he felt a sense of familiarity.

"I am Meijun from Jinzun. This time, I'm not fully prepared, so I'll start with five million of my own money. Director Zhao can use it wherever he wants, as my sponsorship. As for Jinzun, we are very interested in the resort project, but since we haven't yet cooperated with other companies, I can't say more. For now, I'll support with five million!"

Meijun mentioned three times that it was his personal contribution, which made Zhao Tiejun and the audience very curious, but Zhao Zhiqiang understood that he was making up for something.

"Thank you, Mr. Mei, thank you, thank you!" Zhao Zhiqiang replied with a smile, bowing his hands in gratitude. "Rest assured, whether it's for the resort or other projects, you will be counted as a shareholder, and you will receive a share of the profits after one year!"

"Profits?"

Zhang Jike almost couldn't believe his ears. What kind of sponsorship was this? The college graduate was confused.

"Our Jinri Group is prepared to undertake all construction projects except for the two streets of state-owned land reform, the resort, and the infrastructure projects mentioned by the previous contractors. The specific funding situation needs to be comprehensively assessed by our design department. On behalf of the company, I will first inject twenty million yuan as a sponsorship fee for the construction of Chang'an Village, wishing Comrade Zhao Zhiqiang success in his campaign!"

She didn't bother to consult the boss again because Gu Quanyou was clearly a strong supporter. She just needed to match Jin Da's contribution, and this amount was both offensive and defensive. With twenty million, they could do something real, and even if it became a "sponsorship," the boss's face would be saved.

Here it comes again!

Another twenty million!

Many villagers looked up at the gray sky.

Is the sky god not here?

Is the god of wealth sleeping?

Altogether, Zhao Zhiqiang had already secured seventy million yuan in cash, and the three big bosses implied that this was just temporary!

Zhang Jike was repeatedly stunned. Hearing this number, he lost the courage to speak. Even if he brought all his relatives and used all his savings, he couldn't match Zhao Zhiqiang's impressive sponsors. Seventy million...

He sat there dejectedly, motionless.

At this moment, a person suddenly jumped up from the crowd of the Zhao family in the first street, pointing at Zhao Zhiqiang and shouting!

"Zhao Zhiqiang, speak! How many hidden tricks are there in your proposal that we don't understand? What benefits did you give these people? Hmph, if you don't explain clearly, I'll report you right away!"

Boom!

Ha ha!

Free meal.

Idiot.

Damn, who is this fool?

Almost all the representatives of the nearly a thousand families in the village saw the person who stood up to speak.

It was him, Zhao Guangyi!

The village chief's dog—this was the title given to him by the entire village, and it had been almost ten years.

"Damn you, Zhao Guangyi, your father is an idiot, and you are just like him! The proposal was very clear. First, no land will be sold; the collective will reclaim the usage rights for seventy years, and the investment will be used to cooperate with the sponsors. Second, all occupied land will be returned to the villagers at a price similar to that of the land below the mountain. Third, those who lose their houses will be given new ones, and those who lose their land will be given jobs and training to ensure employment. Fourth, social security and medical insurance will be the same as in the city. Fifth, 30% of the annual profit from the village committee's investment will be used for social security and medical insurance, 30% for reinvestment, 30% for dividends, and 10% for the care of the elderly in the village. Do you have donkey ears, or did you not hear?"

"Brother Guozi, why are you arguing with him! Besides, what you said is not entirely accurate. The proposal doesn't mention the two streets at all!"

That's right.

Many people from the two streets were moved by the conditions. Such attractive terms were clear to anyone with a brain, and it was much better than moving to the city and working as a migrant worker. Of course, a small number of people were skeptical.

"Right, why doesn't it include the people from the two streets?"

"Why do the people from the two streets want money and also want to take advantage?"

The crowd quickly split into two factions, and a verbal battle ensued!

Within two minutes, it was almost turning into a physical fight!

Dozens of villagers were on the verge of a confrontation.

Stop!

Zhang Weifa was angry.

"Enough!"

"This matter, Zhiqiang's proposal is practical! Now, with the changes in land ownership and compensation, it naturally cannot include the two streets. Your land and houses are below the mountain, and everyone knows the situation there. There's no need for me to repeat what was said during the land rights confirmation three years ago. People can't have everything! Zhiqiang's proposal is clear: the four groups on the mountain will use their own homesteads and land for investment. Those who are willing to participate will enjoy the benefits he mentioned, and those who are not can take the money and leave. I support this proposal! My land and houses will be assessed and counted as an investment in the new village construction, not for money."

The old Communist Party member.

The members of the supervision team from the street and district, who had been listening silently, nodded in approval!

In critical moments, it's the party members and cadres who step up...

Jiang Han listened carefully and took detailed notes. She was moved by the vision of the new rural construction she had always wanted to implement in her hometown. She didn't notice the potential conflict.

Xu Shulin nodded frequently. He saw a good party secretary who could handle the situation in critical moments!

The supervisors from the district's People's Congress and the Chinese People's Political Consultative Conference were also deeply moved. Such an interesting, ambitious, and innovative campaign was unprecedented. Who was Zhao Zhiqiang, and whose child was he?

Listening to the proposal and seeing the sponsors he had secured, the content and the substance were all there!

Impressive!

At the same time, he deeply felt that the new district party secretary, Gu, was truly bold and creative. If this proposal succeeded, its impact would be significant.

Zhao Guangshen wanted to stand up and say something, but he was so angry that he couldn't speak.

There was no other reason; just the few sponsors with millions and tens of millions had made him feel like a deflated balloon. Zhao Tiejun's face was ashen, and he was on pins and needles.

Damn, is this going to make that kid a star again?

Grassland, you bastard, you should have broken his leg and been caught!

After the old party secretary's tirade, the crowd quieted down again.

But some of the older villagers from Chang'an Village, especially those who had moved down from the mountain and had a sense of nostalgia, stood up bravely in front of Zhao Zhiqiang.

"Big nephew Zhiqiang, your proposal is good, but there is one thing that is not good."

Zhao Zhiqiang smiled and invited him to speak.

He even handed him a bottle of water that was almost frozen, but Jiang Han was quick and replaced it with a new one, accidentally touching his hand.

Her face turned red when she took it back, but Zhao Zhiqiang didn't notice her expression.

This scene was seen clearly by Jiang's mother, who was watching from outside the gate.

"Xiaohan, you said it was nothing. Ha ha... But, Zhao Zhiqiang is really a good kid. He donated thirty thousand yuan to the village's nursing home. Even a college graduate would find it hard to handle this situation today."

She didn't know that the real college graduate, Zhang Jike, had already excused himself to the toilet and was crying in the small storage room of the village committee.

"I am a college graduate, and I didn't even want the opportunity to be a civil servant in the district. I came back to do something, but I didn't expect to be outdone by a veteran. I'm finished... sob..."

Not far away, at the street corner, the sound of police sirens suddenly came, and it was getting closer, not just one!

Why are the police here?

The villagers naturally became tense.

"Could it be that we're being accused of bourgeois liberalization, and they're here to arrest us?" The elderly who had experienced that era trembled at the sound of the sirens.

"Uncle Hua, it's the 21st century. Where is there any liberalization? You're thinking too much," a young man immediately dispelled the old man's fears. "If I had to guess, it might be that someone lost money gambling, and the police are here to arrest them!"

In the courtyard, only one person's legs started to tremble.

He was almost about to wet his pants, muttering to himself, "Finished, finished, they must be here to arrest me!"

Hu Jun, standing behind him, was like a mountain, smirking but saying nothing. His hand was on the police baton he always kept on his back.

Little punk, I've been watching you for a while. If no one comes, I'll take care of you myself!

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