On the eighth day of the first lunar month, the sun is shining.

It's a good day to get started.

Liyuan Village, the village branch, is lit up in front of the door.

A sign made of wood and white paint hangs on the left side of the gate, covered with red silk.

In addition to festivity, there is no lack of mystery.

Ten squares of red paper on the top of the head, lined up diagonally and diagonally.

It reads "The Unveiling Ceremony of the Rural Joint Factory" in ten big characters.

At 8:08, the auspicious time has arrived.

Firecrackers rang out in unison, gongs and drums were noisy.

In front of the village committee, it has long been crowded and crowded.

Amid the sound of 10,000 firecrackers that grew red, the lion dance team and the dry boat team warmed up to the rhythm.

When the firecrackers fell, a large clearing was cleared.

Eight village cadres from the four natural villages lined up and appeared in front of everyone.

However, the protagonist of today's ceremony was not them, but another person in the row in front of them.

This person is Bian Xiaosheng, the head of Yijing Township.

Wu Yuan was also extremely surprised that his third brother-in-law, Xiong Gang, was able to invite Township Chief Bian to the platform.

Of course, even if Township Chief Bian doesn't come, the protagonist will still not be him.

It is the eight village cadres behind the head of Bian Township.

It's just that Township Chief Bian came, and the weight immediately exceeded the eight village cadres behind.

Bian Xiaosheng is still young, one year younger than Xiong Gang.

It is precisely because of his youth that he has a high acceptance of the fresh attempt of mixed ownership of Xingwang Furniture Factory, and is willing to support it.

Standing in the crowd, Wu Yuan repeatedly told Boss Li of the Happy Photo Studio next to him: "You must take a better picture of Township Chief Bian and take a wonderful picture of the whole ceremony." ”

Boss Li held the camera and began to shake it.

When Ma Mingqi found him, he didn't say that this photo might be reported.

"Anyway, you're at your best, that's it."

"Boss Wu, I will definitely go all out and have no reservations."

Wu Yuan comforted a little in his heart.

I knew that Yang Ben should have been notified and the reporter from Beiyin Daily was found.

It's just that it's too late to say anything.

"Fellow villagers, friends, I am Bian Xiaosheng, the parent official of our well. Today, I am honored to be invited to participate in the unveiling ceremony of the Rural Joint Factory! ”

Applause rang out.

"Speaking of me as a parent official, in fact, folks, you are my parents, my relatives! Without you, I would be a small township head, where can I get rich and become well-off, and the four modernizations will go to ......"

For more content, Wu Yuan didn't listen carefully.

However, it is not bad to be able to talk about the parents and officials, and to claim and demand for them as such.

Even more than a decade ago, the term was labeled as feudal dross and replaced by a servant of the people.

But Wu Yuan knew that the word public servant would rot faster in the future.

It's not as good as the parents.

Bian Xiaosheng's speech was short and forceful.

It mainly revolves around the theme of leading the villagers to make a fortune and engage in the economy.

At this time, it is really a bit presumptuous to dare to talk about this argument with great fanfare.

But in his previous life, he entered 90 years, and he was soon promoted to the county because of this.

So much so that a silk reeling factory was set up in a well township, and a half-and-half-lala was built, and the people left.

Of course, later this silk reeling factory also developed, and even led to the large-scale popularization of the sericulture industry in the township.

As for this, how much effort and how much influence Bian Xiaosheng, who was a member of the county leadership team at the time, exerted and exerted much influence, Wu Yuan does not know.

Because he is only a carpenter, he does not raise silkworms.

As soon as Bian Xiaosheng finished speaking, he immediately began to unveil the plaque.

The red silk fell, and the signboard of Xingwang Furniture Factory was officially unveiled.

The gongs and drums immediately rang out in unison, and the lion dance team and the dry boat team then took the stage to open the performance.

This down-to-earth performance was watched with relish by the villagers.

In fact, during the Spring Festival, the touring performances of the dry boat team are almost the reserved programs of the children in each village.

I can't get tired of running with the east of the dry boat team and the west of the team.

Wu Yuan seemed to be able to laugh and see it at this time.

At least it's much more interesting than watching those dancing Spring Festival Galas in the previous life.

So art is such a thing, don't use the high and low as an excuse.

If you are not grounded, you are not grounded.

It's hard to say anything.

The dry boat team and the lion dance team took turns to play, accompanied by the occasional splash of candy, bringing the atmosphere to a climax.

And in the meantime.

Yang Zhishu and Xiong Gang and others have already taken Bian Xiaosheng to the village to sit.

Bian Xiaosheng also met Wu Yuan, the real controller of this furniture factory.

"Township Chief Bian, you are welcome to guide the work."

"Boss Wu, in fact, I'm here to learn advanced experience."

Seeing Bian Xiaosheng up close, this Chinese face was upright, and those squinting eyes looked a little underworld.

In fact, the other party's eyes are not small, maybe they are used to scrutinizing their eyes and are used to squinting.

"I learned about your situation and difficulties from several village cadres, and in my opinion, you can do it boldly and with confidence. Strive to establish Xingwang Furniture Factory as a benchmark for township enterprises in Yijing Township! ”

"At that point, you will be an example! The power of example is infinite and must be protected by us. ”

Bian Xiaosheng pulled Wu Yuan and said a lot.

Wu Yuan agreed on the surface, but he did not waver in his heart about the development policy of the furniture factory set at the beginning of the year.

In the evening, Fanjia Hotel.

There were three tables for the banquet.

There are not only Bian Xiaosheng and the main table of the village cadres, but also the leaders of each branch of the field, Master Zhong and Master Yao, and Master Peng of Shangwei Village.

And several masters of the old generation who have been in Liyuan Village, Wu Yuan also called over.

Ma Mingqi, who is in charge of all this, also has a seat.

But when it came to the end, she retreated again, hiding in the backyard of Fan's house and chatting with Fan Bingbing.

Wu Yuan did not force it.

Ma Mingqi's personality is not suitable for this kind of occasion.

Otherwise, she would not have to leave the Finance Bureau, but would be able to mix well in the system.

Besides, people have to grow up slowly.

The scene was lively.

However, Bian Xiaosheng only drank a few glasses of Moutai and left.

Didn't stay long.

During this period, Wu Yuan consulted him about taking photos to deliver to Beiyin Daily.

Bian Xiaosheng was very surprised, and even showed Wu Yuan an expression of 'I didn't expect it'.

Then he pondered for a moment or two, gritted his teeth and nodded.

Sending Bian Xiaosheng away, the scene really reached a climax.

No one dared to send Wu Yuan's wine anymore.

Wu Yuan held a wine glass, chatted with the masters of the three workshops, and took out the words in his heart.

In the short term, from the people in each workshop to become a branch of the furniture factory, the status of the masters is declining.

In addition, there is also the honorary jurisdiction of the village committee, which makes people feel even more restricted.

But as soon as they heard Wu Yuan's assurance, all the masters were relieved.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I don't dare to say it. As long as everyone works together, they will only earn more and more money in the future. ”

"I can guarantee that."

Hey, that's the right way!

All the masters raised their glasses and paid tribute to Wu Yuan.