Returning wealthy individuals develop their hometowns and become rich in the 1980s

"But we need to be upfront about the unpleasant aspects first; let's be polite before resorting to force!"

Upon hearing this, Tian Chulian asked in confusion, "Zai Dong, what you said makes sense. Tell me, how do we proceed with diplomacy before resorting to force?"

Chen Dong pointed to the wasteland in front of him, which covered more than 34 acres, and said, "Secretary Tian, ​​this piece of land, according to Captain Huang, is a little over 34 acres. I plan to level it all and then pave it to build a factory area."

"The land belongs to the village collective. I don't want the villagers to be envious after the factory is built and becomes profitable. Of course, I'm saying this with a cynical mindset, and it might not be pleasant to hear. But Secretary Tian, ​​you know that what we businesses need is policy stability!"

Tian Chulian nodded repeatedly, "Zai Dong, what you said may not be very pleasant to hear, but it makes sense. I understand what you mean. Please continue."

"According to what my elder brother and I discussed, we want to ask the village collective whether our 'Guangdong' will pay directly through the county's land bureau to acquire the land, or whether the village collective will contribute the land as shares. These things need to be agreed upon in a contract beforehand."

Tian Chu thought of directly suggesting that the land be used as shares, but then he remembered that he was the village party secretary and couldn't make decisions on behalf of the entire village. What if some villagers thought they could get money and wanted to leave the land to receive compensation? If he agreed to Chen Dong's suggestion, he would be caught in the middle.

Tian Chulian needed to be prepared for both possibilities, so he asked Chen Dong, "If we use land as shares, how many shares will the village collective own?"

"The most I can offer is one percent," Chen Dong said, holding up one finger and waving it at Tian Chulian. Tian Chulian frowned and asked, "Isn't that a bit too little? Further east, it's all part of the same village, and this is thirty-four acres of land."

After listening, Chen Dong smiled and handed over another cigarette. "Secretary Tian, ​​if I told you that my initial investment alone was a hundred million US dollars, would you still think that one percent of the shares is too little?"

"Thirty-four acres seems like a lot, but in Nanshan County these days, there's no land to be found. Even if I had a million dollars, let alone a hundred million dollars, I couldn't easily acquire forty or fifty acres from any village," Chen Dong said, a cigarette dangling from his lips. He reached into his pocket and thought, "Hey, where's my Zippo lighter?"

One hundred million, in US dollars. Tian Chulian's hand trembled as he struck the matchbox, breaking the matchstick. He had to take out another match with trembling hands and light it. Seeing that Chen Dong couldn't find a lighter, he protected the flame and went to light Chen Dong's match, but forgot to light his own as well.

Tian Chulian took a deep drag of his cigarette, only to realize he hadn't even lit it. He then tucked it behind his ear and said, "I still think a little isn't enough. Let's add some more!"

Chen Dong glanced at Chen Zaiguang, pursed his lips, and pondered for a moment before saying, "I'm only doing this out of respect for Secretary Tian. If Lianzhai Village collective contributes these thirty-four mu of land as shares, Guangdong Company can give Lianzhai Village collective a 1.5% dry share. This is my bottom line, Secretary Tian!"

Tian Chulian finally smiled, grasped Chen Dong's hand and said, "Thank you, Zai Dong, for your consideration. Zai Guang, don't bother asking about your work unit. When I get back, I'll call a meeting with the village collective to settle this matter for him."

"Secretary Tian, ​​we'll have to see what the villagers' plans are at the time. If we can't reach an agreement, I'll have to ask my work unit. I can't just leave things unresolved, right?" Chen Zaiguang didn't give a definitive answer.

Tian Chulian could only agree that this made sense, so he continued to accompany Chen Dong and his group to look around the wasteland. After walking for almost an hour, the group returned to the village. As soon as Tian Chulian returned to the village brigade headquarters, he hurriedly asked Huang Bingkun to use the loudspeaker to make a message.

"Hey! Hey! Hey!"

Huang Bingkun's voice blared from the loudspeaker on the utility pole above the Lianzhai Village brigade headquarters: "All members of the Lianzhai Village collective, after dinner tonight, please bring your stools and assemble at the village brigade headquarters for a general meeting of all villagers. At least one adult from each household must be present!"

"To reiterate, members of the Lianzhai Village collective, tonight..."

"To reiterate, the Lianzhai Village collective..."

The village's loudspeaker broadcast the announcement five or six times in a row. The villagers working in the fields were puzzled by the broadcast, wondering if some new policy had been implemented.

It's the peak season for mosquitoes, and feeding them at the village committee gate on such a hot day is just plain boring. But despite the complaints, we still have to go. If something really happens, if we don't go, Secretary Tian Chulian will come up to each household with a sour face and tell us off again and again.

It was said that at least one adult from each family should attend the meeting, but after the meal, because the summer sun was long, everyone, men and women, young and old, brought their stools and chairs and came to the entrance of the village committee to reserve their spots.

These days, entertainment is scarce, and staying at home is just a source of boredom, so playing with the kids is a good option. Since the village committee meeting is such a "big" event, it's perfectly acceptable to come and watch the show.

"Uncle Xiangui, you've arrived! Please sit here; I have an empty seat!"

"Uncle Xiangui, sit here. It's windy here, and there are fewer mosquitoes."

"Uncle Xiangui..."

Chen Xiangui carried a small stool and walked to the entrance of the brigade office. The villagers who had already reserved their spots greeted him warmly and offered him a place to go.

Chen Xianfu and Chen Xianhai, who arrived later, were also warmly greeted. After having Chen Dong as their wealthy nephew, the status of Chen Dong and his two uncles in the village rose sharply. Even their cousins, such as Chen Zaiguang, were greeted with enthusiastic smiles and flattery whenever they went out.

Chen Zaixing carried a small stool and was pulled over to sit with his childhood friend Li Renfa. As soon as they sat down, Chen Zaixing took out a pack of unopened Huazi cigarettes from his pocket. Li Renfa's eyes lit up immediately, and he stared intently as Chen Zaixing unwrapped the packaging and took out the cigarettes.

"Hey, hey, hey, you're just smoking it yourself, aren't you?" Li Renfa watched as Chen Zaixing took out a Huazi cigarette, lit it up, and was about to put it in his pocket when he grabbed Chen Zaixing's hand and asked, "Don't force me to take it from you, give it to me. If you have Huazi and you're still keeping it all to yourself, are you even a brother anymore?!"

Chen Zaixing was just teasing Li Renfa. They were childhood friends who had run around the village together since they were little, so he wasn't really going to refuse him a cigarette. He took one out, and after Li Renfa put it in his mouth, he magically produced the Zippo lighter that he had swiped from Chen Dong.

With a "ding," Chen Zaixing, imitating Chen Dong, opened the lighter cover, lit it, lit it himself first, and then lit it for Li Renfa. Seeing Li Renfa looking curiously at the Zippo lighter in his hand, he showed off and asked, "Never seen one before, have you? A genuine America lighter, even with aviation fuel, isn't it impressive!"

"Tsk tsk tsk, Zaixing, you've got some skills now, let me see!"