I haven't been a boss for many years

Chapter 371 Paid Protest
Lu Cunjiu sat at a round table in the ancestral hall, wearing a long gown, holding a teacup, with a serious expression on his face: "Mr. Zhang, most of the villagers in the New Territories are supported by the Yihai Group. Regarding the Kwai Tsing Wharf, the Lu family will lead the villagers Do your part."

"Thank you, Mr. Lu." Wearing a suit and looking like jade, Zhang Guobin cupped his hands and thanked: "If Yihai Group can win the Kwai Tsing Pier, it will definitely take care of the village first, provide more jobs for the village, and promote the development of the New Territories in the future. develop."

"The Yihai Group will not allow the villagers to contribute in vain. Every villager who contributes should be paid, with a daily salary of [-] per person. When the time comes, submit a roster to the company, and the finance will send someone to settle the bill."

A smile appeared on Lu Cunjiu's face, he gently lowered the teacup, and said with a smile: "Mr. Zhang is polite, I thank you in advance on behalf of the villagers."

Zhang Guobin said in a respectful tone: "The affairs of the New Territories are decided by the New Territories. Mr. Lu is the leader of the gentry in the New Territories. He has great appeal. No one can handle this matter except Mr. Lu."

Lu Cunjiu couldn't help feeling a little proud, nodded and said: "Please rest assured, Mr. Zhang, you are a friend of the people from the New Territories, and the villagers of the New Territories will definitely support you with all their strength."

Yihai Group has four wineries, three large-scale garment factories, two large-scale sneaker factories in the New Territories, and the rest also has food factories, gambling stalls, horse stables, smuggling and other community industries, providing employment for the villagers of the New Territories. There are more than [-] jobs, and nearly [-] "Heyi" brothers are from the New Territories. A total of more than [-] families rely on Yihai to support their livelihoods. Interested in "small house" loans, the three tycoons are actually quite influential in the countryside of the New Territories.

Not all people in the New Territories support Zhang Guobin, but some people in the New Territories support Zhang Guobin, but no one in the New Territories supports Li Jiacheng...

A friend's enemy is an enemy. Who to support in the Kwai Tsing Ferry Pier project is not a multiple-choice question for people in the New Territories, but a quiz with prizes!

Zhang Guobin left Lu Village in the New Territories by car. After receiving the notice, several young people put down their work and stepped into the ancestral hall, bowing their heads and shouting: "Grandpa, Grandpa, Grandpa..."

Lu Cunjiu sat at the head of the table with his cane in both hands, and said with an amiable expression: "Pingyuan, Pingxin, Pingqiang, Zhihui, come and sit."

"Okay, grandpa." The four young men agreed, and stepped forward to sit down at the round table.

Four of them are males of the Lu family, three of them are males of the Pingzi generation, and one is a male of the Zhizi generation. According to their seniority, they are a generation younger than the Pingzi generation, but Zhihui is already thirty, no more than the three males of the Pingzi generation. How much younger, it can be seen that Zhihui's parents are relatively high-ranking in Pingzi's generation, and the four of them are the young and strong leaders of the Lu family who can do things right now.

Local families don't pay attention to meritocracy. There are strict levels within them. According to seniority, closeness is divided into distances. Just one seniority can crush people to death. It is rare, but in an area with external pressure like Xiangjiang, it is the best model for families to hold together and rule the countryside. Several big surnames can be said to be rampant in the countryside, and the situation of internal minor surnames being bullied will be better.

Lu Cunjiu summoned the four contemporary leaders of the Lu family to speak clearly. After the four of them sat down and had a sip of tea, they said: "Just now Mr. Zhang came to find me and talked about a business. It is about the bidding around the Kwai Tsing Ferry Terminal, Mr Zhang hoped that the rumors we made would come out in solidarity with him, I have promised Mr Zhang."

"Okay."

"Grandfather." Lu Pingyuan was wearing a shirt and water boots. He had a fishy smell that couldn't be washed off. Hearing this, he immediately praised: "Mr. Zhang is the big water pipe in our New Territories. Anyone who opposes Mr. Zhang will It is against us New Territories people."

Lu Pingxin has bushy eyebrows, a single eyebrow raised long and long, adding a touch of cunning to Zhou Zheng's face, but his voice is very calm: "Mr. Zhang has done a lot for our New Territories villagers. Many villagers are not as good as Mr. Zhang Loans cannot afford to build a small house, and people in the New Territories must support their own people.”

Lu Cunjiu nodded: "Pingyuan, you organized the people on the boats in the village to protest to the Fisheries and Agriculture Department, saying that the construction of the wharf would affect the fishing industry of the villagers, and that the New Territories opposed the construction of the sixth wharf in Kwai Chung."

Lu Pingyuan sneered and said, "Grandfather, leave this matter to me, and I promise to disturb the Fisheries and Agriculture Department."

"Pingxin, you take people to block the road at the Kwai Chung pier, prohibiting the passage of cars at the pier at night, and say that they cause noise pollution, which affects the rest of the villagers in the New Territories."

Lu Pingxin hesitated and said, "Grandpa, the road is a certain distance from the village, so it's hard for this reason to have an impact?"

Lu Pingyuan sneered: "Xinzi, you are so smart. There are no houses next to the road, but there are farmlands!"

"Just say that car exhaust affects farmland cultivation, understand?"

Lu Ping stared at the opposite side, cursing: "Mother Thurei, are you teaching me how to do things?"

"Ping Qiang, Zhi Hui, you call on the nearby villagers to hold signs to protest by the side of the road, and make things worse step by step, and try to bring down the secretary of government affairs in the end. All the villagers who take part in the action can get one hundred yuan per day. Salary."

Both Pingqiang and Zhihui showed joy, and shouted: "Thank you, Grandpa, we will definitely get things done."

I thought it was voluntary labor to help out, but I didn’t expect that I would still be paid to work, one hundred yuan a day, and three thousand yuan a month, which is equivalent to the labor salary of a family of five in the New Territories, and earns five times more than working part-time. Who will refuse?
That night.

The gate of the restaurant in the village.

Lu Pingxin raised the horn and shouted.

"Villagers!"

"The trucks coming and going at the Kwai Chung Wharf emit a lot of exhaust gas, which pollutes the farmland in the New Territories, resulting in a sharp drop in the output of the farmland. The government announced the expansion plan of the wharf to build No. [-], No. [-], and No. [-] at the pier... all the time. When it reaches Pier [-], I don’t know how much impact it will have on the New Territories.”

"At that time, the fields in the New Territories will not be able to grow vegetables. We can go to Kowloon and Central to work, but what about the elderly at home?"

"The land in the New Territories belongs to the people of the New Territories, and the exhaust gas from outsiders is not allowed to pollute our land!"

"My grandpa supported us to go to the pier to protest, opposed the expansion plan, and promised to give each person [-] yuan a day to help us find a way to survive. If anyone is willing to go with me, we will take the bus and go to the pier to close the road now!"

The salary of [-] yuan a day is already three or four times higher than that of most villagers. Many villagers stood up without hesitation and loudly supported: "Let's go!"

"Brother Xin!"

"We will go to the Fisheries and Agriculture Department with you!"

"rush!"

"Rush now!"

Simultaneously.

Lu Pingyuan led more than [-] fishermen holding bamboo poles and stepping out of the fishing raft step by step, and boarded the land: "Are you all here?"

"It's all there."

"Brother Yuan."

More than a hundred fishermen from the New Territories, wrapped in water skirts and water boots, embraced Lu Pingxin. Someone asked, "Brother Xin, is it eighty yuan?"

"Grandfather did pay [-] yuan, but the expansion of the pier will affect our jobs. I personally pay another [-] yuan, [-] yuan a day. Whoever destroys our jobs will kill us!"

Lu Pingyuan raised the bamboo pole in his hand and roared with great spirit: "The land in the New Territories belongs not only to our villagers, but also the water and sea in the New Territories!"

"It must also belong to our villagers!"

"Correct!"

"Brother Yuan is right!"

Many fishermen strode onto minibuses and drove to the Agriculture and Fisheries Department to make trouble. That night, the protests of the villagers in the New Territories soon spread to the Secretary of State for Home Affairs. I know the matter well, and I have dealt with it too much, and I don’t take it to heart for a while. Whenever there is a development plan in the New Territories, the villagers in the New Territories hope to take a bite of the meat. Only the New Territories in Hong Kong really regard the Hong Kong government as their own. Qiu Kou.

The late development of the New Territories has nothing to do with the operation of the villagers. It is purely a matter of the economic layout of the Hong Kong government. In fact, Zhang Guobin has some factories that can be built in Kowloon, but he deliberately builds them in the New Territories. Take root in the New Territories and cultivate influence.

The way the Secretary for Administration handles the disturbances of the villagers in the New Territories is to draw a big picture as usual, promising to strengthen the development of the New Territories in the future, which shows that the expansion of the wharf will greatly promote the development of the New Territories.

In the past, when no one took the lead, drawing big cakes could solve some small conflicts, but when there is financial support behind the scenes, who the hell will listen to you draw big cakes?
If I don't pull out a layer of meat for you, I won't even be able to work!
……

Germany.

Bremen.

Wearing a windbreaker and sunglasses, Xi Zaitian looked at the slowly arriving port.

A dozen and Yifu's confidantes are scattered behind.

Sanggou held a toothpick in his mouth and said confidently: "This is the port where my partner ships. How much meat do you want and how much meat do you have? If the business can be negotiated, it will be no problem for Chengxin Food to earn tens of millions a year. "

"You are also in the eyes of the helmsman." Sanggou glasses glanced at Xizitian next to him, knowing that the young man wanted to show off.

Take your life!

He Yicheng couldn't figure out whether it was Da Lao Bin or Xi Zai Tian. In short, he was forced to board a boat and sail across the ocean to Bremen to discuss the meat business.

Xizitian held on to the railing with one hand, turned his head to look at the mourning dog, and said: "There are two food factories with more than one hundred people, and the water pumped is not enough to plug the gap between the teeth. Brother Bin, give us a chance, if you don't help Brother Bin, drain the water." Let’s talk about it, you and I will be a small print for the rest of our lives!”

"After discussing this line, the two of us will make it bigger together, so that Brother Bin can know that Xiaozihao also has righteousness in his heart, and it is definitely not a verbal talk."

Hosoda straightened his face, carried the box, and led the people off the boat.

The mourning dog looked at his back, bit his toothpick, and muttered: "Young people are arrogant, old mother Thurei, it's amazing to have an old man, and he shit on my mourning dog's head."

"Forget it, I, Sanggou, is also a hero who can bend and stretch. I just ignore it and get off the ship!" Sanggou waved to the He Yicheng brothers behind him. A total of twenty or so Yicheng brothers disembarked in groups, but They didn't meet directly, and they were divided into two teams, led by their respective incense masters, and drove to the hotel to settle down.

(End of this chapter)