Return to the countryside to engage in industry

Chapter 172: Someone Sings the Naysayer

"I have Baogu, Director Yang, I want to buy a share."

"Secretary Zhang, I also want to buy shares."

"When will it start?"

"Director Yang, can I, a daughter-in-law from another village, become a shareholder?"

The enthusiasm of the villagers was ignited.

After listening to Yang Zhenyu's explanation, what the villagers thought was to test the waters and buy luck. Anyway, they don't need to worry about it. If they make money, they can just sit at home and wait for the money.

Zhang Zhishu said: "Thank you very much for your support to the work of the village committee, and also thank you for your support for the development of Yangjiawan.

Yangjiawan Village has been poor for several generations. After planting plums a few years ago, everyone's life has improved. I believe that as long as we work hard together, there will be better days waiting for us.

When Director Yang first talked to me about this matter, I thought it was ridiculous. Why should my private winery be owned by the collective?
To be honest, I rely on the income of this winery every year, and my family can still live comfortably, so I don't need to follow this risk.

But then I figured it out, everyone here doesn't like money, right?including me. "

"Hahaha, what Zhang Zhishu said is realistic, who doesn't like money?"

"The more the better."

"Only those that are not enough to spend, I wish the country would send more to our poor households."

Zhang Mingkang said: "Yes, it is because this kind of begging thinking hinders everyone's creativity. Poverty has subjective and considerable factors. The state has invested so much manpower and financial resources in trying to change these objective factors that restrict rural development. Are we Should you also work hard on your own?
Yes, we are very honored to be born in this country. No matter how poor we are, people will never starve to death. But everyone, rub your chest and think about it, do you just want to live a life that never starves to death?
Our parents and grandparents lived through those days, and they told us from their personal experiences that such days were not easy.

Starting a company is a bold attempt in Yangjiawan Village. If you have confidence in our village committee and your future life, you can give it a go. Maybe a bicycle can be transformed into a motorcycle. "

After listening to Zhang Mingkang's mobilization, the elders' eyes were flushed. They knew best how they got through those hard years?
They worked hard to plant seeds in the ground, hoping that their descendants could get out of this poor mountain ditch.

Now that the policy is good, the transportation is convenient, and the village has opportunities for development, the village committee team is ready to start a business seriously, and they can't find any reason to oppose it.

"Secretary Zhang, Director Yang, I still have [-] catties of unsold corn in my house, and I will invest in it."

"I still have 500 catties of corn in my house, and I will pay another [-] yuan to invest in it."

"I'm also willing to take a stake."

After several uncles stood up to express their views.

Other villagers also responded one after another, those who had money gave money, and those who were reluctant to spend money germinated the budding valley.

Yang Zhenyu and Zhang Mingkang looked at each other with joyful expressions on their faces. Judging from the situation, it shouldn't be a problem to collect 40 yuan.

The members of the construction team naturally supported Yang Zhenyu unconditionally. Even if they took half a month's salary to buy shares, they could still get a lot of shares.

People such as Yang Hua and Luo Guiwen, who are often taken care of by Yang Zhenyu and the village committee, stood up and expressed their willingness to invest 1 yuan each.

Seeing more and more villagers responding, the villagers who had no idea at first couldn't sit still.

Shout out.

Some said they would pay several hundred cash.

Some say it will cost several thousand.

There are also those who are roaring.

The meeting room was surrounded by passionate voices, which could not be dispersed for a long time.

"Wait a minute, I have a question to ask."

A question came from the corner of the right corner of the last row.

The meeting room gradually became quiet, and the villagers all looked back to the corner.

Zhang Mingkang and Yang Zhenyu also looked over.

The person who spoke was Yang Guoqiang, a member of the eighth group of Yangjiawan Village. The old man is nearly ninety years old. He was the branch secretary of Yangjiawan Village when he was studying agriculture in Dazhai, and he is now the person with the highest seniority in Yangjiawan Village.

In the eighth group, his words carry the most weight, and he is also a relatively prestigious person in the village.

However, the recent village committee members didn't like the old man's style of talking and doing things very much, but they didn't have any verbal conflicts with him. He cared about his opinion, and it was enough to save face on the surface.

In Yangjiawan Village, Yang Kui, Yang Daneng and other rascals, Zhang Mingkang had a lot of ways to deal with them, but Yang Guoqiang had no way to deal with them.

Not only because of his high seniority, Yang Guoqiang's family is a big family, some go out to be officials, and there are also bosses who make money in business. interests, one by one all jumped out.

So when Yang Guoqiang questioned, Zhang Mingkang roared, feeling a little nervous.

He was afraid that Yang Zhenyu would not be able to withstand the doubts of conservatives like Yang Guoqiang.

"Everyone sit down, don't look at me." Yang Guoqiang waved his hand, "I agree with half of what Zhang Zhishu said just now. We have lived too many hard times in the past two lives, and we know that the taste is not good.

But are good days so easy to come by?Today, if you ask everyone to pay for the corn, can you guarantee that they can live a good life?
And Director Yang, no, according to seniority, you should be of my great-grandson's generation, can I call you Xiao Yang?

Xiao Yang, the hype you just said, I only have one question for you now, when will the villagers be able to share the money?What if the company loses money? "

Yang Zhenyu turned his head to look at Zhang Mingkang, and said to himself, is this old man still thinking so clearly?

"Old man, you just asked me two questions." Yang Zhenyu smiled.

Yang Guoqiang held a cane in one hand, and waved the other: "You answer my question, I don't care about the other groups, but I want the people in our eighth group to pay, so you explain the problem clearly first."

Everyone's eyes moved back and forth between Yang Zhenyu and Yang Guoqiang.

Yang Zhenyu had a wry smile on his face. He also knew that Yang Guoqiang was an old man who was difficult to deal with. He clearly couldn't keep up with the pace of social development. It is very troublesome to hear and see the policy talk in the newspaper.

Yang Zhenyu didn't want to argue with Yang Guoqiang. He raised a total of 40 yuan from the villagers to start the company. Even if all the households in the eight groups were willing to participate in the shares, the total amount would not be much.

Yang Zhenyu's reaction was simple and straightforward. He got up and said, "Participation is voluntary. I don't force or force anyone to participate. If you don't trust me, you can choose not to participate. You also won't be able to enjoy the company's profits."

Originally, he wanted to stand up and make a statement and gag Yang Guoqiang's mouth, but Yang Guoqiang said excitedly with his mouth trembling: "Xiao Yang, you are still the temporary village director, what if you quit? I don't think so. Should we wait until after the general election to discuss the matter of the company?"

Yang Zhenyu's face was livid.

(End of this chapter)