Is it just that his plan invalidated? Cheng Jiemin felt a little unwilling to come out of Lu Xiaoyang's office.

When he thought about using Dongkezhai to build a barrel edible oil factory, he was so excited. The records in the notebook and his own analysis made him firmly believe that this plan would be successful.

Then what followed was a good thing shakes his hands. Cheng Jiemin will become a brilliant new star with this dazzling political achievement. In addition, Tang Zhengshan can already speak to him by then, so it should be a natural thing to get to the deputy division level.

At that time, my future and Gu Xixi's happiness were almost within reach.

But now, with Lu Xiaoyang setting the tone, everything he planned was like a bunker on the beach, and was about to be defeated by the waves.

Unwilling to give up, Cheng Jiemin was filled with unwillingness.

At this moment, he also felt more deeply Lu Xiaoyang's location in Kuanyang Township. This time the oil pressing workshop was accident, which should be Lu Xiaoyang's intention, otherwise the Finance Institute would not have given the funds from Dongkezhai Village to the grain management office.

From Lu Xiaoyang's purpose, he should have wanted to take this opportunity to teach him a lesson, but his small action made all his plans fail.

Once the workshop is divided, the plan to build an oil pressing plant will be miscarried...

This can't be done, absolutely not!

Cheng Jiemin, who stood up from the chair, walked back and forth in the room for a few steps, and said with a ferocious look on his face: "Even if this oil press is not a collective member of the village, we must start it."

Cheng Jiemin rode his bicycle and drove towards Dongkezhai like a gust of wind. At this time, thoughts kept flashing in his mind. When his car came to Dongkezhai Village, a complete idea had already appeared in his mind.

"Sister-in-law, where is Lao Luo?" Cheng Jiemin threw the bicycle into the yard and asked Luo Sanjin's wife.

Luo Sanjin's wife was washing vegetables in the yard. When she saw Cheng Jiemin, she stood up and said, "Sanjin and a few people from the Chen family went to the oil pressing factory to share things. Brother Jiemin, you can sit for a while first, I'll ask him to go find him."

When Cheng Jiemin heard about the distribution, he was still in the mood to wait at Luo Sanjin's house? He said, "Sister-in-law, I'll go find it myself, so he rode his bicycle toward the oil residue workshop."

The residual oil workshop is located at the west end of Dongkezhai Village. Four or five old houses and a yard made of adobe bricks are the entire oil press workshop. When Cheng Jiemin arrived at the oil press workshop, the withered thatch on the wall was shaking in the cold wind. I don’t know how long it took to open the door, but there were many people watching the fun.

"Xiao Township Mayor Cheng, have you eaten? Why don't you come to my house for lunch today!" A villager who had talked to Cheng Jiemin several times greeted him with a smile when he saw Cheng Jiemin.

Cheng Jiemin said a few words and walked quickly to the yard. At this time, the yard was already full of people. All kinds of sounds were messy, and there were elderly people who recalled the years of the oil pressing workshop.

"At that time, several villages around us brought peanuts and beans to our village to squeeze oil. I remember that year, because there was a lot of oil to squeeze during the Chinese New Year, the team asked to work over night."

"The captain at that time seemed to be his father Sanjin. He spent one yuan from the supply and marketing cooperative to buy a sheep rack and stew it in a big pot. It was so satisfying to drink it! At that time, I remembered that I drank three big bowls of sweet potato dried buns..."

Some young people around were interrupting randomly, and even naughty young people asked the old man who was talking, and drank three big bowls of mutton soup, and they had a good appetite and were quite strong. Why didn’t they marry a wife and have a baby?

The old man's wrinkles appeared on his face and his eyes narrowed, "Hmph! You know what you are calling me? What love do you love? When I was young, I loved even more than you loved!"

The people in the yard burst into laughter. A young man continued to provoke him: "San Master, then just talk about your romantic affairs when you were young, otherwise we wouldn't believe it!"

Cheng Jiemin usually made some fun at the jokes of the villagers. But at this time, he didn't have such thoughts. When he walked into the crowd, he heard that Luo Sanjin was having a quarrel with Chen Erjun. It seemed that because of the distribution of a shaking iron bucket, he felt that the distribution was uneven.

Seeing Cheng Jiemin walking in, Chen Erjun shouted: "Cometown Chief Cheng, please give me a comment. My family named Chen is only one less than their family surnamed Luo. Why should I share this iron foxglove with them? It's so fair!"

"Parassive Chen Erjun, don't talk about me as the village chief. If you are willing to be this village chief, I will give it to you." Luo Sanjin slapped his head and refused to give in.

Chen Erjun smiled and said, "I don't want to be the village chief. After a while, the whole township branch changed its term. Hehe, it's better for me to be the village party secretary."

"Yes, our second army brother must be the branch secretary. Who cares about your broken village chief?" A young man surnamed Chen who was standing not far from Chen Erjun laughed and cheered.

He started to cheer, and the young man named Luo was not showing weakness. Someone said at the moment: "Chen Erjun is the branch secretary, and he is really a toad yawning. He doesn't look in the mirror to see his virtues!"

"What did Luo Xiaohu say? If you are numb, say it again. Believe it or not, I slap you with a big slap in the face." The young man surnamed Chen who was speaking just now stopped doing it, waving his palms, as if he was about to hit someone.

The Luo family is not a good person. A few young people coaxed together, and they actually had the urge to fight in groups. Cheng Jiemin stood here, how could he let them make trouble here? He immediately shouted: "Don't make noises, tell me honestly. Whoever makes noises? I'll send him to the police station for two days!"

Originally, Cheng Jiemin's swear words made the villagers anxious. Some villagers were secretly happy. The college student township chief could learn to curse his mother in a vague way just a few days after coming to the village.

But don't say it, as soon as he opened his mouth, he immediately calmed down the young men who were originally whining. Chen Erjun and Luo Sanjin also began to yell at the young men in their own families, asking them to be busy with their own affairs.

"Brother Erjun, you wait a moment, I will discuss something with Sanjin." Cheng Jiemin said the slutty words, but he felt that he calmed down. At this time, he also secretly warned himself that he should not lose his composure at any time. If he could not control his anger, it would only make things worse in the end.

While speaking, Cheng Jiemin threw a cigarette to Chen Erjun.

Although Chen Erjun felt that Cheng Jiemin and Luo Sanjin discussed with him and felt a little unhappy about him, he was a smart person and had a lot of affection for Cheng Jiemin, so he laughed and said, "Cometown Chief Cheng, if you have something to say, it doesn't matter if I wait for a while."

Cheng Jiemin did not talk to Chen Erjun, and pulled Luo Sanjin to a place where the wind was blown. Cheng Jiemin gave Luo Sanjin a cigarette. He did not speak directly, but followed Luo Sanjin to smoke the cigarette before saying, "Brother Sanjin, are you just watching the workshop being distributed as scrap iron?"

Luo Sanjin smoked the cigarette hard and threw the remaining cigarette butts on the ground: "Cometown Chief Cheng, I don't want to divide it, but is there a way? The dogs named Chen are making a big fuss. You have also seen it. Besides, Secretary Lu in the village agreed. Can I get it if I don't divide it?"

"But after the split, these things were all scrap metal, and they could only pay for the money to sell them. Isn't this a waste of resources?" Cheng Jiemin saw a hint of unwillingness in Luo Sanjin's eyes, which made his heart lit up a lot.

If there is a door, as long as Luo Sanjin is moved, things may be able to develop in a good direction.

"I know this, but what should I do?"

Cheng Jiemin handed Luo Sanjin a cigarette again: "What should I do? Since I can make sure that the barrel of oil can make money, why don't you buy these things, run the oil pressing plant by yourself, and make money by yourself?"

Luo Sanjin was lighting a cigarette. When he heard Cheng Jiemin's words, the cigarette almost fell to the ground. He set up his own oil pressing factory and made money by himself. He had never even thought about this idea. However, as a few people in the countryside who are smart enough, after hearing this statement, his heart began to become active. He lit the cigarette and sucked it hard for two puffs. Then he said: "Cometown Chief Cheng, although this oil pressing workshop is useless, it can cost 20,000 yuan for machines!"

Cheng Jiemin didn't say anything. He just looked at Luo Sanjin and waited for him to continue talking.

Luo Sanjin smashed his mouth: "I asked me to take out one or two thousand yuan, and I worked hard. Maybe I could still get it, but I didn't dare to think about the 20,000 yuan."

"You don't have enough money, you can find someone to join forces and each one will make money and then pay dividends according to the amount of money you invested." Cheng Jiemin calmly helped Luo Sanjin analyze.

Luo Sanjin's smoking speed significantly accelerated a lot. From the face of the top leader in the village, which was as dark as iron lumps, it can be seen that Cheng Jiemin's statement was really a big impact on his mind.

He had never thought about the company that he had jointly set up a factory with others. But now, it was in front of him, which made him feel a little moved.

"Brother Sanjin, although it is a little difficult for 20,000 yuan now, if you think about it carefully, as long as we can make money, this oil press will bring a profit of many times more and more than 20,000 yuan. This is an investment and you will benefit for life." As Cheng Jiemin spoke, he analyzed the next direction of the oil press that he thought of was Luo Sanjin one by one.

Luo Sanjin's face became redder and redder. He was already a little excited at this time. He even seemed to see the scene of the oil press running in a busy manner and bringing him a lot of profits.

Cheng Jiemin looked at Luo Sanjin's performance and felt a lot more relaxed. It seemed that this matter should not be too difficult.

Although the village chief Luo Sanjin cannot control the entire village, he has great appeal in the surname Luo. As long as he works hard, 20,000 yuan should not be a huge amount.
Chapter completed!