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

After 280 million RMB entered Guangdong Company's account, preparations immediately began on the 34 mu of wasteland at the western end of Lianzhai Village, Jiping Commune, Nanshan County.

The excavators and bulldozers that were originally parked in the village brigade square were put into operation after the county party committee of Nanshan County transferred more than a dozen drivers to start the construction project of Lianzhai Industrial Zone.

Meanwhile, in Zhaoyang County, surveyors from the Zhaoyang County Land and Resources Bureau, after receiving the news, began driving to Hongping Village at the foot of the mountain to conduct on-site surveys, carrying out the first preliminary investigation before the land acquisition for the subsequent road construction.

"Hongping Village is just ahead," said several surveyors driving sidecar motorcycles, led by several police officers, as they arrived at the foot of Linshan Mountain.

The surveyor, holding geological maps and adjusting his thick glasses, looked at Hongping Village and introduced it to everyone. "Hongping Village is built against the mountain. The best construction route is to level a road from Jipinglianzhai. Taking advantage of the terrain here, we can save a lot of costs."

"However, this will damage some of the original terraced fields in Hongping Village. We need to negotiate and communicate with the Hongping Village Brigade before we can start construction."

The surveyor nodded. "This definitely needs to be negotiated with the villagers. However, the families in Guangdong are wealthy and probably don't care about this land compensation. After we finish measuring the terrain, we'll go into the village and talk to the village secretary beforehand to see what they think."

"Can!"

The surveyors set up their measuring equipment and mapped the terrain of Linshan and Hongping Village, writing down various data in their notebooks. This data will be submitted to the Land and Resources Bureau and is an important reference for the construction of the Nanzhao Highway, so it cannot be taken lightly.

The surveyors were taking careful measurements. Several police officers, finding the sun too strong, sought refuge under a large tree. Meanwhile, villagers working on the terraced fields of Hongping Village saw from afar that someone was carrying strange equipment and engaging in strange behavior at the foot of the mountain.

Some villagers, unaware of what they were doing, assumed it was enemy agents filming. They quickly dropped what they were saying and ran barefoot back into the village. Upon reaching the village headquarters, they shouted to the village secretary, "Secretary, a group of people have come to the foot of the mountain near our village! We don't know where they came from, but they're taking pictures with a camera!"

Upon hearing this, Hua Zhenhong, the Party Secretary of Hongping Village, immediately put down the documents in his hand and looked at the villagers, asking, "Have you looked carefully?"

"It's absolutely true, there's no mistake. We're still at the foot of the mountain. Quickly gather the militia from our village, lest those enemy agents finish taking pictures and run away!"

"Go and call the brigade leader, Lü Zhaotai, over right away. Tell him to gather the village militia, bring their guns, quick!" Party Secretary Hua Zhenhong got up and walked outside.

"Secretary, just call people over the loudspeaker in the village," the villager said.

"People call you 'Silly Fish,' and they're not wrong at all. When you used the village's loudspeaker to call people, those enemy agents at the foot of the mountain heard it too. By the time we got down there, they had already run away," said Hua Zhenhong, the village secretary, in an annoyed tone.

"That makes sense," the villager said, scratching his head. Realizing the secretary was right, he hurriedly ran out of the brigade headquarters again.

Here at the foot of the mountain, the surveyors, under the blazing sun and wearing straw hats, were carefully recording various data. They didn't notice that, from the direction of Hongping Village on the mountain, a group of people carrying five- or six-pointed star boats, led by village secretary Hua Zhenhong and production team leader Lü Zhaotai, were hurrying towards the surveyors at the foot of the mountain.

"Secretary, look, those people are still taking pictures!"

Hua Zhenhong looked at the group of people. There was a tripod in front of them, and from a distance, it seemed like they were surveying the terrain. As the Party Secretary of Hongping Village, he had not received any news from Mengyu Commune, so it seemed that these people were undoubtedly enemy agents.

"Sneak in quietly. Captain Lü, you take your men and flank them from the back via the side path. Don't let them escape. The rest of you, follow me and surround them in a circle. If they resist, shoot them dead!"

"clear!"

After Hua Zhenhong finished speaking, he drew his Type 54 pistol, cocked it with a click, and waved his hand. The twenty or thirty militiamen automatically split into two groups: one group took a shortcut down the mountain, while the other group followed Hua Zhenhong and, using the trees along the mountain path for cover, crept towards the people.

At the foot of the mountain, the surveyors had almost finished recording their findings. One of them said to the man holding a flagpole as a marker, "Old Liu, go up a little further, I'll measure the contours on the east side again."

"Okay!"

Old Liu, carrying the flagpole, was about to head up the hillside when suddenly a dozen or so men rushed out from the path, each carrying a Type 56 rifle, shouting at the surveyors, "Don't move! Lie down! If you move, we'll shoot!"

Old Liu was stunned by the sudden appearance of these militiamen. He stood there, and one of the militiamen closest to him kicked him to the ground.

Old Liu fell to the ground in pain, and only then did he come to his senses. He shouted, "What are you doing? We're from the county land bureau!"

"You're from the County Land and Resources Bureau! I think you're enemy agents. Show me your identification!"

The militiamen shouted, and the other surveyors joined in, saying, "Don't misunderstand, be careful of accidental discharge. We really are from the county land bureau, our credentials are here."

A loud shout suddenly came from the large tree where several police officers were taking shelter, followed by a gunshot. The militiamen who were about to reach for their identification cards became even more nervous upon hearing the gunshot and hurriedly retreated, putting distance between themselves and the surveyor in front of them.

A short while later, a militiaman, gun in hand, rushed over and shouted to the village secretary, Hua Zhenhong, "Secretary, there's a mistake! They're from the county. That's Deputy Chief Zhang from the county police station!"

"Deputy Director Zhang," Hua Zhenhong immediately asked upon hearing the name, "who fired the shot just now? Was anyone injured?"

The militiaman who came to deliver the message was panting heavily. "It was Deputy Director Zhang who fired the shot into the air. No one was hurt."

On the alley, Zhang Guoqiang, the deputy director of Zhaoyang County Police Station, walked towards Hua Zhenhong with a dark face and cursed at him, "Old Hua, what the hell are you doing? If I hadn't reacted quickly enough, someone would be dead today!"

"Why did you let the militia surround us with guns for no reason?"

Just now, under the big tree, as several policemen were taking shelter from the heat, someone suddenly rushed out of the bushes with a gun. Zhang Guoqiang reacted quickly, immediately seeing the gun on the other side, and drew his own gun to fire.

Fortunately, Zhang Guoqiang recognized the person leading the team, so he raised the muzzle of his gun to the sky, but reflexively, he still pulled the trigger.

The militiamen who rushed out from the opposite side were also confused when they saw people in police uniforms. What were the police doing here? Weren't there enemy agents?