Nominal: Energy sector enters Handong, breaking the deadlock

Sha Ruijin didn't hesitate at all, "Mr. Zhang, no problem."

The ceremony reached its climax.

The brush, ink, paper, and inkstone are ready.

The solid wood table was cleared out.

A sheet of fine Xuan paper is laid out.

Sha Ruijin strode to the table, picked up a brush, and dipped it into the inkstone.

He picked up the brush, took a deep breath, and began to wield it with bold strokes.

Eight large characters leap off the page.

Farming and animal husbandry will revitalize agriculture, enrich the people, and strengthen the city.

The brushstrokes are vigorous and powerful.

As the final stroke was completed, cheers erupted from the surrounding crowd.

"Beautiful calligraphy, truly beautiful calligraphy."

"Secretary Sha's calligraphy is so powerful it seems to penetrate the paper."

"In twenty years, it will probably be worth a fortune."

Qin Weiguo gave a thumbs up, "These eight words express the hope for the future of Yantai."

"This calligraphy should be framed and hung in the lobby of our Yantai Municipal Party Committee to inspire everyone to work hard and start businesses every day," Zhou Mingyuan said, not wanting to be left behind.

Praises and compliments rose and fell.

The double doors to the conference room were pushed open again.

Reporters from Handong TV, Yantai TV, and the Media Convergence Center rushed in, carrying their cameras and microphones.

The lighting technician quickly turned on the lights.

The camera focused entirely on Sha Ruijin, who was standing in front of the table.

The sound of camera shutters clicking filled the air.

The reporter squeezed to the front and handed the microphones, each bearing the logo of a different station, to Sha Ruijin.

"Secretary Sha, what are your expectations for this research trip to Yantai, which has led to such a large-scale agricultural project?"

Sha Ruijin subconsciously straightened his collar. "Comrades, promoting rural industrial revitalization is the top priority of our provincial Party committee and government at present."

Sha Ruijin raised his right hand and made a powerful gesture in the air.

"What is the core objective? It is to help our grassroots people achieve stable income growth and prosperity."

The introduction of advanced agricultural technology companies like Hanbang Group aims to improve the complete supply chain of local pigs and ultimately solve the problem of food supply for ordinary people.

We want to ensure that residents in our jurisdiction can enjoy safe, reliable, high-quality, and affordable pork every day of the year...

The words fell.

The audience erupted in applause.

Sha Ruijin stood under the spotlight, enjoying absolute attention and being surrounded by admirers.

Large enterprises, large investments, and outstanding political achievements.

It made headlines in the media and earned the trust of the people.

Tian Guofu watched the lively scene from the side, stuffed the last piece of dried sweet potato into his mouth, clapped his hands, and felt a little bored.

Zhang Hanbang was surrounded by reporters, and he talked at length about his classical music pig farming method.

Qin Weiguo stated to the camera that he would guarantee the project would be completed and put into operation as soon as possible.

The conference room turned into a giant stage.

Before the news was even broadcast on television or radio, the short video had already gone viral online.

The car carrying Song Yunhui, Li Dakang, Qi Tongwei, and others entered the Yantai area.

Secretary Kim handed the phone to Lee Da-kang.

After reading it, Li Dakang burst into laughter, "Governor Song, look at this!"

What kind of music is used for pig farming?

What is Secretary Sha up to?

In the short video, Zhang Hanbang danced with joy, while Sha Ruijin led the applause.

Qi Tongwei leaned against the car window, looked at his phone, and chuckled, "Secretary Dakang, I'm also a farmer's son. In the end, a pig is still a pig."

Playing music for pigs? That's a story that would fool even a three-year-old.

It's purely a waste of money.

Yu Shanqing tapped his knee with his fingers. "What if that person is two years old? It's just a gimmick created by capital."

Zhou Tiejun turned around and asked, "What do you mean by that, President Yu?"

Yu Shanqing looked out the window; there were mountains in front of him. "Zhang Hanbang's personal show in coordination with Sha Ruijin."

One company needs the prestige of its industry to bolster its image, while the other leverages favorable policies to boost its own listed company.

Each gets what they need, that's all.

When a project fails, all that's left is a mess.

Zhang Hanbang will not suffer a loss.

Song Yunhui pointed to the armrest of the seat and said, "President Yu is right. Listed companies rely on the benefits of major local investments to tell their stories."

The stock market is all about stories.

Based on experience, Hanbang Technology will most likely hit its daily limit up immediately when the stock market opens tomorrow.

Li Dakang rubbed his chin. "Governor Song, I understand the ins and outs."

The insiders definitely knew about the project investment in advance.

However, Hanbang Technology's stock price has been falling continuously for some time now, almost incessantly.

That doesn't make sense.

Yu Shanqing smiled and said, "It's nothing more than the main players taking advantage of the stock price drop to accumulate shares at a low price."

Once the official project is signed and rolled out across the entire network, retail investors rush in, causing the stock price to skyrocket.

The initial investment of several hundred million yuan in infrastructure can easily double in value through the capital market.

No one in the carriage responded; this is the game of capital.

The convoy made a brief stop at each village it passed through.

The accompanying personnel unloaded rice, flour, cooking oil, daily necessities, farm tools, and other items.

Song Yunhui and Yu Shanqing remained silent and continued their journey immediately after the handover of supplies.

Only one staff member remained to liaise with the village officials.

It can be said that the efficiency is very high.

As darkness fell, the mountain path became difficult to traverse.

Song Yunhui had the car drive into a nearby village.

After getting off the bus, the villagers were very welcoming.

Upon learning that the provincial governor had arrived, they quickly went to inform the village party secretary.

The others didn't know how to receive such a high-ranking leader either.

In their memory, apart from the township head, it seemed that no other officials had ever visited Dalingwan Village.

Village Party Secretary Wang Laoshuan was tending the fire when he learned that the provincial governor was coming, so he left the task of tending the fire to his wife.

He jogged all the way and, upon seeing the group of leaders, his old eyes welled up with tears of excitement. "Governor Song, welcome to our Dalingwan Village. Today, on behalf of our village, I'm treating you all to a New Year's feast."

Then, something quite interesting happened.

Two villagers, one in front and one behind.

One villager carried a torch, and another carried a gong, walking and striking it as they went.

"Attention everyone! Party Secretary Wang has announced that a high-ranking leader is coming to our village."

They're all lining up to collect supplies from the village committee.

The Party Secretary was going to entertain the high-ranking leader, so everyone brought whatever mountain produce they had.

We need to show the enthusiasm of our villagers.

Li Dakang followed behind Song Yunhui. Upon hearing the sound of the gong, he turned to Wang Laoshuan and asked, "Secretary Wang, why don't you use the village broadcast to announce things?"

"Striking a gong is too inefficient."

Wang Laoshuan stopped, rubbing his rough hands repeatedly on his trouser leg. "Governor Song, Secretary Li, our mountain village is poor. We don't have a broadcast system."

The practice of announcing someone's arrival by striking a gong is an old method that has been passed down for decades, even centuries.

Qi Tongwei sighed, "I also worked in a rural town back then, and I never imagined that there would still be villages like this today, without streetlights at night."

Wang Laoshuan said helplessly, "Director Qi, we have no money."

Director Qi really wanted to squeeze out some funds from the provincial department to do something for the village.

When we arrived at the village committee, we were really shocked to find that there were only three rooms, and they were quite dilapidated.

The lights were on, and the inside was quite clean.

Village head Zhao Erzhu quickly poured water for the group of leaders, while Wang Laoshuan didn't forget to put sugar into the sugar jar.

As Song Yunhui drank the water, he felt a pang of sadness, even though the villagers outside were already receiving supplies.

But after eating and using it all, nothing was left.

Turning to Yu Shanqing, he said, "President Yu, the villagers have had their sweet soup. What do you plan to do for the village now?"

"Road repairs and broadcasting—we'll handle it all."

"Thank you! I also organized fundraising to repair it, but for various reasons, it wasn't completed." Wang Laoshuan felt that as long as the village had a road, he would be content for the rest of his life.

Upon learning that the village was far from the police station, Qi Tongwei immediately made a decision: "Governor Song, our Public Security Bureau of Handong Province also wants to do something for the village and build a police station there."

Wang Laoshuan excitedly grasped Qi Tongwei's hand, "Thank you, Director Qi."

the other side.

The Yantai Municipal Party Committee and Government held a reception banquet. Sha Ruijin and Tian Guofu were slightly drunk and full of emotion.

Secretary Bai watched as Handong TV broadcast the news about Hanbang Group's investment in Yantai City, Handong Province, and the entire internet reacted with tears of joy, feeling that his boss was truly a genius.

Dalingwan Village.

Song Yunhui kept emphasizing against extravagance and waste, thinking that the villagers really had a hard life. "Secretary Wang, we just want to eat some home-cooked food."

Wang Laoshuan, however, was very stubborn. "Governor Song, you are the first official of such high rank to come here, along with so many other high-ranking leaders. I must represent our mountain region to entertain you properly."

Otherwise, we'd feel guilty.

Wang Laoshuan and Zhao Erzhu really put in a tremendous amount of effort, using the resources of the entire village, to prepare sixteen dishes, eight meat and eight vegetable.

Stewed chicken with potatoes, stir-fried pork with bamboo shoots, stewed chicken with mushrooms, cold bitter melon salad...

Without him.

It was because Song Yunhui and his group came not only to distribute things, but also to say they would do something practical for them.

Song Yunhui, Li Dakang, Zhou Tiejun, Qi Tongwei, and others were deeply moved as they ate the food prepared by their fellow villagers.

What wonderful ordinary people they are!

Zhou Tiejun picked up a piece of stir-fried wild mushroom and said, "Comrades, this is not just ordinary food; it is a heartfelt gift from the entire village."

now.

Zhou Tiejun finally understood why Song Yunhui had come here.

This area is not only the poorest place in Handong, but also an old revolutionary base area.