Ma Zhan rode the three wheels wholeheartedly, for fear that the director who sat behind listening to the detailed report and drinking a bottle of Red Bull for six yuan would completely give up on himself because of a little dissatisfaction.

In two days, he did everything he could, and he packed the whole village, from the elderly to the children.

On the night he learned the news, he invited all the old people over the age of 60 in the village to the village chief's house overnight, and said righteously: "If you want to keep the nearly 400,000 yuan of running accounts this year, you need to do something, at least don't stab people from your own village in the back." ”

Four hundred thousand is a number, but this number is a number that several old people can't imagine combined.

In half an hour, led by Ma Fen's grandfather Ma Guicai, five elderly people of the same age made a decision and finalized several regulations with the most basic bottom line for the development of Honghai Village.

First, the people of the same village are static commercial infighting and internal friction, and focus on developing the village and enriching the villagers' pockets. To put it bluntly, it's okay to make money, find your own way, and things like Zhang Maosheng's family are not allowed to happen again.

Second, the contractor's total personal profit cannot exceed 50% of the total price, and the excess part is confiscated.

This was said seriously by the old village chief staring at Ma Struggle, and he knew that the net profit of 12,000 yuan after deducting the kickback had finally exceeded 60% in his hands.

At that time, he looked unwilling, but he still agreed, he knew why his grandfather did this, it was nothing more than wanting to increase the wages of the villagers who worked for him.

Third, after the land auction is over, Honghai Village will set up a village committee to record the full amount of each fund.

Fourth, it was announced that Ma Fenfen was appointed as the deputy village head.

The last news is a joint decision of the six old people, for no other reason, they are all old, and there will always be a time to die. While some middle-aged people have turned to the big cities for the first time, Ma Zhan was the first to bring city people into the village, and he did a good job to some extent.

They couldn't think of anyone else who could do it but him.

……

Thinking back to that night's information, a smile appeared on the corner of Ma Zhan's mouth, although he was the deputy village chief, he was also a village official.

He is a Diao people in his bones, and he has long fantasized about the heroic posture when he supports his waist and directs a group of villagers to work and distribute tasks, and that feeling must be very good. What's more, he's one step closer to that damn mission.

However, all this needs to be built on one condition for all this to go smoothly, that is, to get the director done.

As the sky grew darker, Ma Zhan still played the role of the little peasant, and whenever he went to a more beautiful place, he would loudly explain the origin of the name to the director behind him who had not seen him once.

A box of Red Bull, under the cannibalization of the three people, did not even give half a bottle to the horse to fight for the left.

At half past six in the afternoon, Ma Fenfen's car turned over the hill, and a house was exposed to everyone's view.

At the first moment when he came out, the village suddenly burst into a noisy gong and drum, suona, leather drums, and ...... The whole nine yards. Zhao Hardware quickly shuttled through the village head, leading his peers who were about the same age as him to explain in an old-fashioned manner.

"When I remember, as soon as I raise my hand, you will shout. He confessed as he stuffed a grab-of-the-cuff into the pockets of a group of children wearing red flowers.

Hearing the sound, Ma Zhanzhan smiled even more on his face, and he turned his head and said, "The people in the village know that you are coming to create wealth for the village, not to mention that they want to give you a pick-up, and the meals are ready." ”

Ma Zhan's words and the sound of gongs and drums really surprised Song Jiangtao, and he glanced at Wang Songrui who was sitting opposite him out of the corner of his eye, and his heart was even happier after seeing that he was also puzzled.

Vain who doesn't like it, especially this righteous rhetoric. Thinking of this, he looked at the back of the head of the villager who was riding the bike, and felt a little more favorable.

No matter how slow the car is, there will always be a time to meet. Ma struggled and kept winking at the human spirit Zhao Hardware.

With a wave of his hand, more than a dozen children shouted in an orderly manner: "Welcome, welcome, warm welcome!"

This kind of voice seems to have a natural sense of intimacy for Song Jiangtao, who is engaged in the education industry, and subconsciously he turned sideways slightly, greeted a group of children with a kind smile and gently waved his arms.

"Director Song, I'll take pictures of you when you get out of the car. Wang Songrui glanced at his woman's eyes blinked, and then smiled.

The tricycle came to a slow stop, and a group of children wearing small red flowers swarmed up, and surrounded the three teachers at the signal of the horse's struggle.

"I'll shoot you ......"

Holding Wang Songrui's mobile phone, Ma Zhan quickly retreated, pressed the shutter numbly with his index finger, and said happily in his heart: "Milk you die bastard, I don't believe I can't handle you." ”

Song Jiangtao, who was in his early forties, felt an atmosphere that he had not felt for many years, his originally much more professional heart was loosened, and the kind smile on his face was more kind.

In the end, he held in one hand a child who had just learned to walk and wore braids, and listened to the horse's command with a smile on his face.

There was a flash of light, and a photo was frozen.

Standing next to him were six old people who were also wearing red flowers, and a group of immature children with bright smiles on their dirty faces took a group photo together.

The children dispersed, and Ma Fen handed back the phone.

Song Jiangtao was dragged into the house by a group of old people, and there was food on the table, and what moved him the most was that there was a large wild boar in the center of the table that could only be filled with newspaper. He never imagined that the action of dealing with the aftermath would turn into a warm welcome party, and he would be treated most gently by these villagers. Especially the old people in front of him, the hand that grabbed him never let go.

He had never thought of this kind of warmth, but he really felt it.

In the corner, Wang Songrui gave a thumbs up to Ma Zhan with a convincing face, patted him on the shoulder, and then turned around and walked in.

Ma Zhan looked at the several old people who surrounded Song Jiangtao, and then hurriedly turned around to arrange the accommodation and dinner of the students in these two classes, he had no reason not to believe that several old people would not be able to handle this director.

With a group of students, he went to the village, and there were fewer and fewer people behind him. During this period, he saw more than a dozen children squatting in the threshing field, waiting for Zhao Hardware to take out handfuls of toffee from his schoolbag.

In the open space in front of the gate, five tables were lined up in a straight line, and a group of students was full.

When the hot, saliva delicacies were served on the table, the man in the fancy short-sleeved shirt said to the buddy next to him: "I, Cao, I originally thought that we were going to suffer from the group of yellow-skinny poor children in Class 5 just now, but I didn't expect it to be a Manchurian banquet." ”

"Sao Bao, I told you a long time ago, Song Jiangtao is here, let's still worry about eggs. As he spoke, he shook his hair, his face suddenly became serious, and he added, "Wait, I'll help you taste whether this dish is poisonous or not!"

"Lady Ji, you stupid TV too much. ”

A group of students believed his words, and the crowd who had already fainted from hunger could still bear it, and a pair of chopsticks quickly spread the meat dishes that had only served three plates.