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

After the village party secretary, Tian Chulian, finished speaking, the villagers present did some mental calculations and realized that it was true. After harvesting their sweet potatoes, they could sell them to Guangdong Factory and get a sum of money. They would also receive dividends at the end of the year, which was indeed not much worse than working in a factory.

"Furthermore, we also need to build roads. Fellow villagers, as long as the land bureau's surveyors complete the terrain mapping and route planning, and submit it to the county party committee and county government, and the county government submits it to the municipal party committee and municipal government for approval, we can start construction immediately!"

"Zaiguang, Zaidong, and I have discussed it. We'll prioritize hiring members of our own Lianzhai village for road construction and leveling of those thirty-four mu of wasteland," Tian Chulian said, pointing to Chen Dong and Chen Zaiguang. "As for compensation, anyone involved in the construction will receive double the work points at the highest standard. I've already discussed this with our commune, and Secretary Shen agrees!"

"good!"

The villagers were overjoyed to hear they would receive double work points, their hands clapping until they were red. But Tian Chulian smiled and gestured for them to stop, saying, "Don't rush. This is just the condition offered by the commune. After all, this road was funded and built by Guangdong Company, and we are employees. So Guangdong Company has also promised to give each person one yuan per day as compensation!"

"Wow!"

The villagers stopped clapping and instead gasped in surprise. Tian Chulian continued, "During the construction period, Guangdong Company promised to provide daily meals, with meat supplied once every three days and unlimited rice!"

"Wow, that's a huge investment!"

"Wouldn't they eat us out of house and home?"

The villagers below began to murmur among themselves, "That's too extravagant! Meat only once every three days! I wouldn't even dare to dream of that, and Zai Dong brought it up for me!"

The conditions proposed by Tian Chulian were actually the minimum that Chen Dong originally intended to offer. According to Chen Dong, there was no need to buy insurance for the workers, which would save a lot of money.

Chen Dong originally planned to work at the minimum wage of ten yuan a day, but Tian Chulian persuaded him otherwise. Tian Chulian told Chen Dong, "Do you know what will happen if you're only paid ten yuan a day?"

"If the surrounding production brigades found out, they'd fight tooth and nail for these road-building slots, even if it meant paying ten yuan a day!"

"According to Zai Guang's monthly salary in the county, it's only 63.5 yuan, which is a little over 2.1 yuan a day. You're giving him too much, which will cause unnecessary trouble. The county will probably intervene. Let's be more realistic and give him 1.8 yuan a day. At most, we can make sure his meals are better!"

Chen Dong wasn't some clueless greenhorn; he immediately understood Tian Chulian's meaning and readily complied. He thought to himself, "No wonder after the reform and opening up, factories in America and the West chose to relocate to China. The labor here is just so damn cheap!"

In America or Europe, if you exchange ten dollars for US dollars, the unions would come knocking on your door and demand that you pay your insurance premiums.

The villagers were so delighted by the conditions proposed by Secretary Tian Chulian that they wanted to get another string of red flowers to display. Not only the villagers of Lianzhai Village gathered at the entrance of the brigade office, but also people from other villages and communities came to watch.

After hearing the conditions Tian Chulian offered, they all showed delight; the conditions were simply too generous.

Not only did they give him double work points, but they also gave him one yuan a day. Most importantly, he ate meat every three days and had unlimited rice. If Tian Chulian hadn't been the Party Secretary of Lianzhai Village, they would have thought he was lying.

These days, although China rarely experiences crop failures and the supply is more abundant, that applies to urban workers who eat commercial grain. For rural people, life is still very difficult. Let alone eating meat every three days, who would dare say they cook white rice every day?

The onlookers shouted loudly to Tian Chulian, "Secretary Tian, ​​we're from Shangzhai Village, can we come and work there too?"

"Yes, Secretary Tian, ​​I'm from Xiazai Village. Can I come and work here?"

Tian Chulian said to the people shouting, "When the road construction starts, each production brigade in our Jiping Commune will be allocated a quota. Secretary Shen will inform the team leaders of each production team of the allocated quota. You can ask them yourselves when the time comes."

Seeing that there were still people who wanted to ask questions, Tian Chulian hurriedly shouted, "You can ask those questions after the meeting. Now, I have something to announce: as the third shareholder of Guangdong Company, our Lianzhai Village collective needs to select three people to participate in the company's profit sharing and supervision."

Tian Chulian pointed to himself, "I'm the secretary, that counts as one. The remaining two can be nominated by you or elected by the collective members."

"I choose Uncle Xiangui!"

"Yes, I also choose Uncle Xiangui!"

As soon as Tian Chulian finished speaking, someone shouted Chen Xiangui's name. Chen Xiangui, who was listening nearby, immediately waved his hand and said to the crowd, "No, no, Zai Guang is already a shareholder. It's not appropriate for me to join!"

"I'm volunteering to use my pubic area!"

Seeing that his father was unwilling, Chen Zaixing immediately jumped up and down, stretching out his hands and shouting.

"You good-for-nothing! You volunteered yourself, and your lack of education is truly terrifying," Chen Xiangui scolded Chen Zaixing. "With your level of education, how could you even understand the accounts? You just blindly meddle!"

"Hey Dad, don't worry about whether it's Mao Ce or Mao Sui, it's still self-recommendation. So what if I'm not well-educated? I'm really good at accounting. Who can out-calculate when playing cards?" Chen Zaixing was still indignant that his father had publicly embarrassed him.

"Yes, Uncle Xiangui, your fifth son is incredibly good at remembering cards!"

"Hahaha!"

"Get out of here, you're all losers, none of you are serious. We're having a meeting right now," Chen Xiangui said with a laugh.

Tian Chulian and Chen Dong were both amused and exasperated by Chen Zaixing and the group of young villagers' banter. Chen Zaiguang glared at the unreliable Chen Zaixing and said, "I propose that my second brother, Zaisheng, be the representative!"

"Furthermore, Sheng is highly educated and speaks foreign languages, so he can handle communication with the people coming from Dongzi and America's side!"

Tian Chulian nodded. "Zaisheng is indeed a good candidate. He's the only college graduate in our village, a graduate of Tuocheng University. Do you have any objections?"

"No!"

The villagers present responded one after another. Tian Chulian then looked at the villagers and said to Li Bingcai, the village's former accountant, "There is one spot left. As the secretary, I will recommend Li Bingcai, the old accountant, to be the representative for this remaining spot. What do you think?"

"Can!"

Li Bingcai must be in his early sixties this year. He never expected that he would be elected by the village party secretary to be a shareholder representative at his age. He even wanted to decline.

"Bingcai, please don't refuse. You were the village's old accountant back then. You're fair in your dealings, and everyone in the village knows your character. This is just you continuing to contribute to the collective!"

"OK!"