I can fish for anything

Chapter 7 Raising funds to build roads
With Fan Tong's approval note, the 300 million road construction appropriation was quickly received, and it was directly transferred to Jiang Zhihao's personal account.

He doesn't understand why the leaders above trust him so much, aren't they afraid of running away with money?

With the 300 million more in the account, Jiang Zhihao didn't feel relaxed, but a little heavy, because this was a responsibility and mission, and it was also a kind of expectation of the villagers.

Back in the village, Jiang Zhihao found the old village chief and told him that the road construction appropriation had arrived, but there was still a shortfall of 200 million. Now he wanted to hold a village meeting to let everyone raise funds, as much as they could.

The old village chief also knew the importance of road construction, but he still said with embarrassment: "The gap of 200 million is too big. Even if the people in our village take out all the money, they still can't make up 200 million. I'm afraid I am afraid that the matter of raising funds to build roads will not be recognized by everyone."

"Let the villagers come and talk about it first, and see what everyone thinks." Jiang Zhihao thought of this question on the road. Leading the villagers to make a fortune is not that simple.

A few minutes later, the brigade horn sounded.

"Attention all households. After 15 minutes, each household will send a representative to the brigade for a meeting!"

"Attention all households. After 15 minutes, each household will send a representative to the brigade for a meeting!"

"..."

Jiang Zhihao's slightly immature voice rang out from the loudspeaker and spread to every corner of the village.

It was lunch time at this time, and everyone went out with their rice bowls and gathered in the courtyard of the brigade.

Seeing that everyone was almost here, the old village head nodded to Jiang Zhihao. Jiang Zhihao took a deep breath, stood on the steps and said loudly: "Everyone, uncles and aunts, let me be the head of this village, let me lead everyone to get rich , I feel that my ability alone is not enough, and I hope to get everyone's support!"

"Our Daoxiang Village has not taken off the hat of a poor village for so long, because our village leads to the city, and there is no decent road! You can think about it, if we repair the road, those trucks in the city will go to the city. As soon as our village opens, will the fruits we grow be sold? If the road has been repaired early, the cannery in our village will not be closed down!"

"Xiaohao, if you have something to say, just say it, we will support you!" said an old man who smoked tobacco.

"The rest of you are almost all our elders. I said that you watched me grow up. It is not an exaggeration! Now that I have become the head of this village, I will definitely lead everyone to take off the hat of poverty. I went to the city today, and the appropriation for road construction in our village has already been allocated from above, 300 million!"

"However, there is still a shortfall of 200 million. I hope everyone can raise funds to build roads! I can guarantee that after one year, everyone will get more than ten times the return!"

Jiang Zhihao spoke impassionedly, but when everyone heard that they were going to raise funds to build the road, their expressions changed, and even a few villagers sneered.

"It's nice to say, but what if the road is repaired and we still haven't made any money?"

"That's right, you said that the higher-ups allocated 300 million yuan, but we didn't see it either!"

"The money is all on my card. I can assure everyone that I will be transparent and open about every cent of the money withdrawn."

Jiang Zhihao vowed.

"Don't build roads, it would be nice to divide the 300 million among everyone. There are more than 500 households in our Daoxiang Village, and each household can get five or six thousand. If you are poor, you can be poor. Anyway, everyone will not die of hunger."

It was a drunken voice. It was a well-known lazy man in the village. He was in his 30s and hadn't married a wife.

This man's name was Jiang Benchang, and Jiang Zhihao hadn't had any trouble with him yet, and Jiang Zhihao had to call him uncle.

Jiang Zhihao ignored this person, but took out his bank card: "Since everyone is hesitant about road construction, then I will set an example. Aren't we still short of 200 million, and I personally donate 100 million!"

"100 million? Who doesn't know that your family's savings have been spent when you see your father's doctor."

"You don't have to believe it, but what I want to tell you is that I asked you to raise funds to build the road without any selfish intentions, and it's all for the sake of Daoxiang Village!"

"Xiao Haozi, if others don't believe you, I will believe you! I will donate five thousand! When I get home, I will give you the passbook!" Aunt Wang was the first to stand up.

"I believe you too. Xiao Haozi is the only college student in our village. He must have far-sightedness than us. We can't lose a good opportunity to make a fortune just because we love this little money! I donate [-], Xiao Haozi, you can do it , even if you don’t make any money, your uncle won’t blame you!”

"Uncle, thank you for your trust in me, don't worry, I will let you save at least one hundred thousand in one year!"

Jiang Zhihao was very moved, and then he said to the old village chief: "Uncle, take a pen and paper, and remember who donated how much money. If you don't earn any money after a year, I will personally compensate you ten times!"

At first everyone was hesitant, but as soon as they heard Jiang Zhihao's words were so firm, many villagers expressed their views immediately.

"My child is in high school, and I can only pay three thousand."

"I pay two thousand and five."

An elderly man with gray hair and beard, leaning on a cane, staggered up to Jiang Zhihao, and Jiang Zhihao hurried over to help him.

This old man is the oldest in Daoxiang Village, and he is over 90 years old this year.

Trembling, he took out a bag from the inner pocket of his clothes, stroked the wrinkles on the bag, then faced the table with his mouth down, shaking his arms.

Whoa!
One hundred, fifty, twenty, five yuan, and many other coins were tilted on the table.

"This is all my belongings. I've given them to you. I don't have the ability to make more contributions to our village. Xiaohao, you have to work hard!"

The old man said in a hoarse voice.

His face is full of age spots, which may be the reason for mild Parkinson's disease. Holding Jiang Zhihao's hand, he was always trembling slightly.

At this moment, Jiang Zhihao was a little moved, not only him, but those who refused to donate at first also blushed and became embarrassed.

Jiang Zhihao's words did not attract much fundraising. I didn't expect that the old man would take the lead, and everyone would be scrambling to be the first.

Seeing the villagers go home to take money and passbooks, Jiang Zhihao subconsciously clenched his fists.

If you don't make any achievements, you will be too sorry for these folks and elders.

The old village head also remembered clearly how much someone donated.

In the last total, 21 villagers raised a total of [-] yuan.

That's almost it, the rest is up to you.

Road construction seems simple, but in fact it is very troublesome. If it is done indiscriminately and sprinkled with a layer of asphalt, then the road has not been repaired, and a heavy rainstorm is enough to destroy the road.

Jiang Zhihao knew nothing about road construction, so he had to call Fan Tong. Fan Tong told him that there was a company called Datong Construction Company, which mainly took care of the work on the road. The boss was serious and responsible, and the workers were all skilled craftsmen. The road quality is nothing to say.

(End of this chapter)