Era: Starting with the struggle to refuse being taken advantage of

Chapter 132 Production Conference
It's only right to do things for money!
Although there are many scoundrels in this world, Wang Fucheng is clearly not one of them.

Or perhaps, he didn't dare to act like a rogue in front of Wang Chengpeng.

The next morning, before production began, Wang Fucheng first convened a production meeting.

Production conferences are generally only held when there are significant production adjustments.

Compared to the minor matter of changing the planting target and location when planting sugar beets, repairing the village roads is naturally a much bigger undertaking.

After most of the villagers had arrived, Wang Fucheng cleared his throat and said:

"The main reason I've called everyone here for this meeting today is that we need to arrange new production tasks."

"Everyone knows about that piece of land in the southeast corner of the village. It's been lying fallow for too long and no one cares about it. That's not a solution."

"So I decided to send some people over there to clear the road and get it cleared up."

"The same work points are awarded, but the production content is different. Everyone can freely choose to continue the original production work or go to open up roads over there."

"If not enough people sign up, then I, as the production team leader, will have to assign them."

In this era, the idea of ​​"to get rich, build roads first" didn't exist, and many people couldn't see the importance of roads, which is why this road was abandoned for so long.

Many people simply couldn't understand Wang Fucheng's idea of ​​pioneering new paths.

What's the point of opening up a road like this with so few people around? Fewer people will walk on it, and it could easily become overgrown with weeds in just six months.

Although they had doubts, the villagers had no objections to the production tasks assigned by Wang Fucheng.

In their view, where you work doesn't matter; as long as work points are calculated normally, the result will be exactly the same.

Instead, Song Zhiyuan looked at Wang Fucheng suspiciously, wondering what he was up to.

Seeing that no one objected, Wang Fucheng smiled and said, "Since no one objects to this production plan, then it's settled."

"Anyone willing to carry out this production plan can register with Secretary Long. Work points will be calculated normally, so please rest assured."

However, the moment Wang Fucheng finished speaking, Song Zhiyuan finally couldn't hold back and frowned, saying:

“Captain Wang, I know you are the production team leader and have the authority to formulate the village’s production plan. This matter should not have been my responsibility to interfere.”

"But I cannot stand by and watch you waste the village's able-bodied men on such a meaningless thing."

“If you don’t give us a reasonable explanation today, I have the right to report to the commune and stop your wasteful behavior.”

Knowing that this seemingly useless production plan wouldn't be so easy to implement, Wang Fucheng took a deep breath and said:

"Director Song, you know that making production plans is my job. You're being a bit too nosy."

"You want an explanation, right? Well, I'll give you one."

“A gentleman took a liking to our Wangjia Village, believing that our Wangjia Village has an excellent geographical location and is very suitable as a transportation hub, especially the area in the southeast corner, which will definitely be of great use.”

"It was precisely because of this gentleman's opinion that I formulated this production plan."

After listening to Wang Fucheng's explanation, Song Zhiyuan seized upon the flaw in it and said confidently:
“Wang Fucheng, I think you’ve reached the end of your job as production team leader. You actually listened to a stranger so easily.”

"I'm saying that the land over there has great potential and is perfect for building a factory. Are you going to build a factory there right now?"

It's said without intention, but it sounds intentional.

Song Zhiyuan's "kind" reminder suddenly enlightened Wang Fucheng, making him realize where he should locate the sugar factory. At the same time, he glanced at Wang Chengpeng's location with some doubt, wondering whether the other party had considered this point or not.

But Wang Chengpeng was looking down in a daze, as if today's production meeting had nothing to do with him at all.

Unable to see through Wang Chengpeng, Wang Fucheng could only give up, as there were more important matters to attend to at the moment.

Thinking this, Wang Fucheng nodded noncommittally and said, "Director Song, you have the same idea, that's wonderful."

"While giving instructions, that gentleman also donated 500 yuan to the village to help develop production."

"That's a full five hundred yuan, enough to buy a lot of production tools for the village. I just don't know if Director Song's guidance is as down-to-earth as that."

“I’ve already had the accountant record this five hundred yuan. If Director Song doesn’t believe me, he can go and check it directly.”

Five hundred yuan?

Faced with a donation of 500 yuan, I'd blow up this guy even if he said the road affected the feng shui.

In an instant, all the voices questioning Wang Fucheng were silenced, and some people even took the initiative to praise Wang Fucheng, saying that he, as the production team leader, knew how to do practical things for the masses.

Amidst the laughter and merriment, perhaps only Song Zhiyuan felt utterly disgusted, as if he had swallowed a fly.

This is why Wang Fucheng insisted on signing an agreement with Wang Chengpeng privately.

Once the matter becomes public knowledge, he will not only fail to achieve anything, but also lose the means to control Song Zhiyuan.

Nothing can be accomplished overnight, and damaging Song Zhiyuan's prestige will also require a step-by-step approach.

Wang Fucheng raised his hands and made a downward pressing gesture, and the area below immediately fell silent again.

Wang Fucheng didn't give Song Zhiyuan, who had just targeted him, a friendly look and retorted:

"I wonder if Director Song has any further questions regarding the adjustments to this production plan?"

"By the way, didn't you just say you wanted to build a factory here? I wonder if Director Song could provide some financial support?"

Faced with Wang Fucheng's sarcastic questioning, Song Zhiyuan was furious, but there was nothing he could do.

Without answering, he simply turned and left.

He didn't want to be treated like a monkey on display; that would be utterly humiliating.

Staring resentfully at Wang Fucheng, Song Zhiyuan felt that things had been going wrong lately.
Despite the fact that he was seemingly being suppressed, Wang Fucheng has recently staged several impressive comebacks.

Could it be that the other party has a master mentoring them?

Song Zhiyuan immediately dismissed this unrealistic idea, because apart from getting a little closer to a junior named Wang Chengpeng, Wang Fucheng had not done anything unusual recently.

Thinking this way, Song Zhiyuan felt that things were becoming increasingly urgent.

He must find out why Wang Fucheng suddenly asked everyone to plant sugar beets, so that he can deliver a fatal blow at this crucial moment!
Ignoring Song Zhiyuan's thoughts and seeing that no one objected, Wang Fucheng spoke again:

"Since everyone agrees to this new production plan, it will be implemented starting today."

"Anyone who wants to go to the southeast corner for production can sign up now."

(End of this chapter)