The matter of the road is over for the time being.

Liu Dong took advantage of the lively energy of the villagers and asked Yang Chuan to elaborate on the planting of Camellia oleifera.

Planting plan, planting scale, follow-up management, and benefit distribution, Yang Chuan said very clearly.

The villagers nodded in satisfaction and discussed with each other.

"Okay! The national policy is good!"

"Spring in the countryside is coming!"

"The industry is up, and my boss doesn't have to go out to move bricks!"

……

The response was overwhelming.

Of course, there are also people who are skeptical.

In recent years, there have been cases of defrauding the state of poverty alleviation funds.

A year ago, in Wanling Village, a foreign boss took advantage of preferential policies to raise cattle in Wanling Village.

The cattle pen was repaired, and after receiving the state subsidy, they fled.

Not a single cow's hair was left.

Uncle Wang was deeply impressed by this, because at that time, building a cattle pen was to requisition his own land.

Uncle Wang was the first to stand up and ask: "Big leader, you are here today, I just want to ask, is the camellia project reliable?"

Hearing this, Uncle Li seemed to remember the matter of raising cattle, and then said: "Big leader, we don't want to have only an empty sign hanging at the gate of the village in a few years!"

Facing the doubts of the villagers, Liu Dong couldn't help but be a little angry.

Liu Dong hates this kind of unhealthy trend the most, and if he goes back to a few decades, he must be shot.

In the end, it is the common people who suffer.

Liu Dong turned around and glanced at Yang Chuan.

Yang Chuan understood and said: "Fellow villagers, please rest assured, I use Great Southeast Agricultural Trade Co., Ltd. as a guarantee, if you deceive the interests of the villagers, the villagers can go to the court to sue and use the company's property to make up for everyone's losses!"

When he said this, he calmed the hearts of the villagers a little.

"Okay, just have this sentence, I still have eighty acres of land in the middle of the mountain, and I will take it all out to grow oil tea!" Uncle Wang said briskly.

"I have a hundred acres of wasteland!"

"I have fifty acres!"

"I have thirty acres!"

The conference room was buzzing with activity once again.

"Don't panic, listen to me, the Camellia oleifera planting period is from October to early December,

After the villagers come down, they will register the land they can take out to the village committee, and the company will also distribute the benefits according to the registered scale after five years.

This matter will trouble Secretary Kong and Director Zhang!" Yang Chuan entrusted.

Zhang Hao nodded, his own work is a matter of course.

Yang Chuan said it soundingly, but in his heart, he was a little dissatisfied with the land taken out by the villagers.

Most of it is uncultivated wasteland, and of course the land that has been returned to forest can no longer be used.

These wastelands either have poor light and water conditions, or lack soil fertility.

It directly affects the planting effect and the quality of the oil extraction.

After spending a lot of energy and material resources, Yang Chuan certainly hopes to produce essential oils with a market price of 80 yuan.

Or even better.

I happened to listen to the soil research report of the experts just now, and a normal businessman's thinking will aim for a better place.

Yang Chuan is a smart man, and after staying in the conference room for a while, he saw the power of the people.

If you ask to rent the land cultivated by the villagers on the same terms, you don't have to think about it, you will definitely be scolded.

At that time, not only will the negotiated plan be lost, but also the company's face will be lost.

So this kind of thing has to be talked about privately, as long as you find the right person.

Yang Chuan looked at Kong Zhishu and Zhang Hao with strange eyes.

"Director Liu, is there anything else?" asked Yang Chuan.

"It's nothing, talk to the villagers about family life, are you busy?" Manager Yang!"

"Don't be busy, you're busy, you have a good chat with the villagers, I'll talk to Secretary Kong and Director Zhang about the industry!"

"Okay, you guys go, I'll sit down again!" Liu Dong said with a smile.

The conference room was noisy, not a place to talk.

Kong Zhishu and Zhang Hao invited Yang Chuan to the second floor to discuss.

Kong Zhishu opened the door of the office, and the room was simple and elegant.

Rules and regulations hung on the wall, and near the window was a black desk with two national flags erected.

There is also a computer on the table, and due to the difficult conditions, a mobile base station was built in Wanling Village this year.

A small number of villagers have escaped the era when there was no internet.

For the young man of Kong Zhishu, the most interesting thing about computers is nothing more than playing chess and fighting landlords.

Most of the time is spent on learning distance education party courses to improve the self-cultivation of a village cadre.

"Mr. Yang, please take a seat!" Kong Zhishu wiped the dust on the stool and said with a smile.

It's not like the government, and the office has only a few wooden stools that have been peeled off paint.

The paint was taken away from the villagers' butts.

Yang Chuan glanced at it, it was indeed a little difficult, and he didn't show any disgust, because there are people who ask for it, and it is necessary to lower his figure.

Zhang Hao closed the door.

Yang Chuan smiled at this move, he thought that Zhang Hao was a very sensible person.

In fact, Zhang Hao just felt that when he closed the door, he was a little quieter, and he could hear what he was saying.

Yang Chuan said: "Secretary Kong, Director Zhang, you are all cheerful people, I'll just say it directly!"

"Manager Yang, but it's okay to say, you're welcome!" Zhang Hao said.

"I think you also know that businessmen must be profit-oriented, of course, promise the villagers things, I Yang someone will do it,

Here, I have another reluctant request!"

Yang Chuan's confused words made Zhang Hao and Kong Zhishu a little puzzled, and they couldn't see what attention he was paying attention to?

"Manager Yang, you understand that people explain the plain, you can say it directly!" Kong Zhishu said.

"Okay, happy, I want to contract all the land cultivated by the villagers!"

Yang Chuan opened his mouth.

When Zhang Hao heard this, he immediately vetoed: "Manager Yang, this matter is not appropriate!"

Zhang Hao learned a lesson from the last land transfer, but he didn't want to be regarded as a villain by the villagers again.

"Xiao Zhang, listen to Manager Yang's words!" Kong Zhishu said.

In his opinion, as long as the villagers can be given a proper remuneration and they are not disliked, it may not be impossible.

Camellia oleifera and planted medicinal herbs are different, and the standards of care are different.

"Confucius has a long-term vision, and I will give each household a subsidy of 2,000 yuan a year for these cultivated lands!" Yang Chuan said.

2,000 yuan per household?

Are you sure it's not 2,000 yuan per mu?

The conditions are too low, even lower than what the medicinal herb company gives.

The villagers would certainly not agree.

Besides, if you contract out all the land, isn't it the divine power that the old man of the land has given him?

Zhang Hao firmly believes that he can help the villagers create higher economic value.

"No!" Zhang Hao and Kong Zhishu responded almost at the same time.

Yang Chuan smiled again, and said with a strange and flattering smile: "Eh, don't refuse so quickly, in this way, Director Zhang, the secretary of the Kong Branch, I won't let you work in vain, I will give you 100 yuan for each acre of land, think about it, if it is 10,000 acres of land, you can get 1 million!"

Million!

The numbers are a bit shocking.

Suddenly, Kong Zhishu and Zhang Hao's eyes were stunned for a moment.

At this moment, Yang Chuan seemed to see hope, and he smiled again.

Zhang Hao immediately came back to his senses and warned himself that he couldn't do this kind of thing to deceive the people.

No amount of money can buy the self-cultivation of a village cadre!