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

Chapter 168 The situation is getting smaller
Shen Wei did not sense any of the ghostly bloodline connection.

He could only sense that there was indeed a small life inside Liu Yanran's womb, but it wasn't necessarily his child.

After scrutinizing Liu Yanran for a moment, Shen Wei asked suspiciously, "Are you sure?"

Speaking of food, Shen Wei felt a little guilty. The food at the Shen family's house was definitely not very good; it was barely enough to keep them from starving. This could be seen from the fact that even the wedding banquets held by the Shen family were so meager.

That is why Shen Wei did not completely believe Liu Yanran's words.

Faced with Shen Wei's suspicion, Liu Yanran put on a very hurt expression and said:

"My lord, how could you doubt me?"

"That was my first time in bed. If it wasn't your child, whose child could it be?"

"The bedsheets your mother cut up are the best proof."

"I know I was a little bit wrong in the past, but how can you doubt my loyalty because of what happened before?"

"You, Shen Wei, are my only man. That shameless bastard Wang Chengpeng is not good enough for me."

“Before we got married, he even tried to lay a hand on me. How could I let such a shameless man succeed? I immediately broke off the engagement.”

"What good is a large dowry if the other person is a reliable partner?"

"Honey, I believe you're just devastated by the blow."

"But it's okay, we have our own child now. You have to cheer up, our family is all relying on you!"

Liu Yanran had already prepared for the blood loss, and had taken the opportunity to splatter a pool of blood, of unknown origin, onto the bedsheet.

If it weren't for Shen Wei's sudden hospitalization, her actions wouldn't have even been discovered by Shen's mother; she had done it flawlessly.

Sweet words, especially sweet words from a beautiful woman, how could Shen Wei not fall for them?

Furthermore, Wang Chengpeng, whom Shen Wei already disdained, further belittled Shen Wei, making Shen Wei even more excited and feeling that he was the most powerful person in the world.

He pulled Liu Yanran into his arms, intending to do something naughty, but found that his plan was completely unsuccessful. Frustrated, he pushed Liu Yanran away and said:

"I understand, I will pull myself together and fight for our wonderful home."

"It was my fault before, I wasn't good to you."

"Yanran, don't worry, I will definitely support you and the child!"

The thought of having a child with Liu Yanran filled Shen Wei with enthusiasm.

Although Liu Yanran's belly was indeed a little bigger, it was definitely because Liu Yanran was a slim beauty, and it was absolutely not because she had been cheated on.

He subtly stepped back, a hint of disgust flashing in his eyes.
If Liu Yanran hadn't known that Shen Wei was impotent, how could she have dared to send herself to his bed?

Sure enough, even in front of a super beauty like me, the other person couldn't stand up straight; truly a complete waste.

But this is fine too, the other party is the perfect sucker.

This kind of good-for-nothing cares most about children; wouldn't it be easy for him to control them?
All that's needed is for Brother Xia to get rid of that infertile woman, and then I can directly take over and become a true city dweller.

In that case, I really should thank the person who kicked and injured Shen Wei.

However, this matter seemed less than honorable, and Shen remained tight-lipped, showing no intention of speaking about it.

Thinking of this, Liu Yanran smiled faintly and said:
"Honey, do you think we should go buy some meat tomorrow?"

"It doesn't matter if we're hungry, but the baby in our wombs will be hungry..."

The child was indeed Shen Wei's weakness. After Liu Yanran's words, he immediately became amiable and said:
"Yanran, you're right, we can't let our child go hungry."

"Not only meat, but eggs must also be provided. We can't let the children of the Shen family go hungry."

"Tomorrow I'm going to work for the production team to earn money for my family."

"But don't worry, I'll have my mother take care of everything."

Thanks to Liu Yanran's clever intervention, the family was once again in harmony, and happiness seemed to be within reach!

……

It must be said that Wang Fucheng acted very quickly. The very next morning, the village loudspeaker announced a meeting of family representatives.

The time was set for the evening, which seemed a bit rushed, but it also perfectly illustrated Wang Fucheng's determination.

Indeed, that was the case. After Wang Chengpeng's thorough analysis, if he still couldn't convince the commune, he might as well just find a block of tofu and smash his head against it and die.

At that moment, Wang Fucheng was in the commune, and with great confidence, he knocked on the door of the commune party official's office.

The Commune Party official, named Liu Guodong, was a stern-faced middle-aged man. The moment he saw Wang Fucheng, his face darkened considerably.

After all, it is very rare for a production team leader to be impeached by a petition signed by the villagers, and Wang Fucheng is a unique case.

Before Wang Fucheng could speak, Liu Guodong began to speak in an official tone, saying, "Wang Fucheng, if you don't have the ability to hold this position well, you'd better step down and give way to a more capable person as soon as possible."

"The joint petition really gave me the creeps!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Liu Guodong threw a petition in front of Wang Fucheng. It was covered with familiar names written crookedly. Even though Wang Fucheng was prepared, he was still startled.

Upon closer inspection, Wang Fucheng did not see the names of Wang Chengpeng's family on the list, which relieved him slightly.

Song Zhiyuan is nothing but a clown; he's not worth fearing at all.

Seeing Wang Fucheng clearly relieved, Liu Guodong was furious and roared:
"What time is it and you're still daydreaming? You're not taking this seriously at all. If you don't give me a straight answer this time, even I can't protect you."

The commune governed the villages, so Wang Fucheng and Liu Guodong were fairly familiar with each other. Unless there was a major problem, he didn't want to go to the point of replacing Liu.

But if Wang Fucheng really becomes that disappointing, Liu Guodong wouldn't mind giving him a makeover.

Faced with Liu Guodong's reprimand, Wang Fucheng showed no sign of nervousness. Instead, he took out a small packet of white sugar from his pocket and placed it on the table.

Frowning at the somewhat bewildered Wang Fucheng, Liu Guodong was furious and roared:
"At a time like this, you're still resorting to bribery? You're incredibly audacious."

"Take your things back and give me a reasonable explanation, and you might be able to stay in your position for a little longer."

Seeing Liu Guodong's anger, Wang Fucheng knew that the other party had misunderstood him, and immediately explained:
“Secretary Liu is an upright person and acts with integrity, so I would never openly offer him a bribe.” “I brought this bag of sugar not to bribe you, but to explain why I developed sugar beet cultivation in Wangjia Village.”

"Secretary Liu, we've known each other for so many years, do you really think I'm such an unreliable person?"

Hesitantly, Liu Guodong took the sugar and examined it. He found that it was just an ordinary bag of sugar, except that it was a little white in color and had nothing special about it.

I took a little more to taste, and it was sweet and mellow; the quality was quite good.

However, no matter how much Liu Guodong thought about it, he couldn't find any connection between the white sugar and the sugar beets that Wang Fucheng grew. Just as he was about to ask again, Wang Fucheng handed him a popular science book.

To promote literacy, there were many popular science books available during this period, containing a wealth of eye-opening knowledge.

The page that Wang Fucheng turned to contained no other knowledge than the sugar-making method for beets that Wang Chengpeng had mentioned.

Thanks to the extensive book collection at the scrap metal recycling station, Wang Chengpeng found it quite easy to find a suitable book as supporting evidence.

After glancing at the contents of the popular science book and then at the white sugar that Wang Fucheng had brought over, Liu Guodong said in disbelief:

"Fucheng, do you mean this white sugar is actually made from beets?"

Liu Guodong wasn't stupid; he understood Wang Fucheng's meaning almost instantly, but he still found it hard to believe, as beets and white sugar were really hard to equate.

Upon closer inspection, he would discover that the packaging of this white sugar was indeed different from that of ordinary white sugar. Not only did it lack any information, but it also lacked a manufacturer's name and trademark.

Seeing that Liu Guodong finally understood what he meant, Wang Fucheng said with a wry smile, "This white sugar is of course made from beets."

“If I hadn’t had this idea, why would I have asked the villagers to plant so many sugar beets for no reason?”

"Although the taste is just average and it doesn't sell well, the white sugar made from it sells very well; it's an absolute hard currency."

“I originally planned to tell the villagers the good news after the sugar factory was officially established, but I didn’t expect that I would be ambushed by villains just for going out to contact potential buyers. They even made a petition.”

"To be honest, I feel disheartened that I have devoted myself to Wangjia Village, only to end up like this."

"Perhaps this sugar factory should never have been opened, otherwise so many problems wouldn't have occurred."

Looking at the white sugar in his hand, Liu Guodong felt that he was not holding white sugar, but a tremendous achievement.

There's talk of village-run enterprises now. Once the sugar factory is up and running, wouldn't that all be their own achievements?

The most frightening thing is that sugar factories can be replicated because the principle is just too simple. In other words, this will be a continuous source of success.

Risk and reward go hand in hand!
However, to get these old foxes to take such a risky job, we must set an example that they can see enough benefits for.

Clearly, the most suitable examples are Wang Fucheng and Wangjiacun right before our eyes.

Seeing Wang Fucheng's dejected expression and his attempt to give up, Liu Guodong became anxious. Could the sales performance he had already secured really slip away?

Thinking this, Liu Guodong patted Wang Fucheng on the shoulder and said, "Old Wang, I highly commend you for having this intention."

"Good things come to those who wait, now is not the time to give up."

"Making sugar from sugar beets is an extremely profitable business. Once the sugar factory is built, it will lead the villagers to prosperity. This is a tremendous act of merit!"

Shaking his head, Wang Fucheng sighed and said, "Don't talk about great merits. I'll be lucky if I don't get ambushed."

"After this incident, I've thought a lot and considered many aspects. I still think it's difficult to make this happen."

"Not to mention the huge funding gap, the most important thing is that people are not united, making it difficult to succeed."

"The thought that while I am working hard to develop the team, there are still villains like Song Zhiyuan plotting schemes in the team makes me restless and I have no desire to take any risks."

"I will go back to apologize to the whole village, and then find some brother villages to help share some beets, and that will be the end of it."

"Don't mention sugar factories in front of me again. I'll get angry if anyone does. I, Wang Fucheng, will never run a sugar factory again."

Let's just let this matter go!

Liu Guodong was dumbfounded when he saw Wang Fucheng, who refused to continue running the sugar factory no matter what. Why wasn't Wang Fucheng playing by the rules?
However, Wang Fucheng's words were not without reason. He was working hard with great enthusiasm, while others not only did not work hard but also dragged him down. How could he possibly have the motivation to continue working hard?
Besides, funding is indeed a problem. Wang Fucheng probably just acted on impulse, seeing the method of making sugar from beets and deciding to do it. But when it came time to actually do it, he found that there were countless difficulties involved.

If it weren't for Song Zhiyuan's betrayal, Wang Fucheng might have just gritted his teeth and continued.

But after this incident, he was absolutely determined not to continue. He would never do such a thankless and exhausting thing again.

No, I can't just let this achievement slip by so easily.

I need to coax Wang Fucheng again and persuade him to keep the sugar factory running.

With the sugar factory as a highlight project, it will be much easier to make progress in the future.

Liu Guodong had also seen the white sugar that Wang Fucheng brought, and its quality was in no way inferior to the Hongguang white sugar sold in the supply and marketing cooperative.

Of course, this sugar is just a sample, and the actual product will certainly not be as popular, but as long as it is half the quality of this sample, the sugar factory can still operate.

Thinking this, Liu Guodong looked sharply at Wang Fucheng and said:
"Old Wang, how can you back down because of a little difficulty when it comes to working for the benefit of the people? You really have no sense of responsibility."

"However, the difficulties you mentioned are still problems. Since you've come to me to complain, I can't just sit idly by."

"The first issue is funding. The village still has some production funds left this year, which can be allocated to the sugar factory project in Wangjia Village."

After a moment's thought, Liu Guodong said, "One thousand yuan. The commune is willing to invest one thousand yuan as production capital. What do you think?"

One thousand yuan?

This number caused a huge uproar in Wang Fucheng's mind, almost making him give himself away in surprise.

He only heard Wang Chengpeng say that going to the commune to play the victim would be enough to get some production funds, but he never expected that Liu Guodong would ask for four figures in production funds right away.

With this money, what can't he do?

Even if things are really bad, this is practically a free 1,000 yuan, so Wangjia Village can't possibly lose money.

After all, even if all the money is lost, at least some trace will be left in Wangjia Village.

"The layout is too small!"

Just as Wang Fucheng was about to casually agree to Liu Guodong's conditions, a familiar voice suddenly exploded in his mind like a thunderclap.

(End of this chapter)