The gongs and drums were loud and the firecrackers were ringing... Amid the thunderous applause, Luo Sanjin, the Party Secretary of Kuanyang Township and the oil pressing factory director, hung the wooden sign of the Xihua Edible Oil Processing Factory on the gate that had been nailed long ago.

This time, Lu Xiaoyang gave face to the establishment of Xihua Edible Oil Processing Factory. Not only did he come here in person, but he also brought all the members of the township team together. After placing the sign, Lu Xiaoyang even delivered a passionate speech to the villagers watching the fun.

"...I believe that as long as everyone thinks and works together, the Xihua edible oil processing plant will be better and better, and the villagers' day will become more and more prosperous! Here, I also give special praise to Comrade Cheng Jiemin, the village leader in the village. What is a farmer support? A farmer support is to support rural economic construction and serve the people. In this poor and deserted place, you can create a job and incorporate economic development into a fast lane. This is the concrete manifestation of serving the people..."

Facing Lu Xiaoyang's enthusiastic speech, whether it was the workers of Xihua Edible Oil Processing Factory or the villagers watching the fun around him, he bent down and smiled while applauding sparsely.

When Cheng Jiemin heard this, he was a little surprised at Lu Xiaoyang's character. Whether he was lies or slick, his ability to make such an evaluation of himself is enough to prove that Lu Xiaoyang should not be underestimated.

Everyone knows Lu Xiaoyang's attitude towards him. Cheng Jiemin had heard a long time ago that there were many rumors circulating in Kuanyang Township about him offending his superiors, and even these rumors continued to spread. Cheng Jiemin just didn't tell where the origin of these rumors was, but he felt like a mirror in his heart. But in any occasion outside, Lu Xiaoyang always looked at him in the same way. When he met, he was both peaceful and friendly, and could not see any distance.

In this grand occasion, we spared no effort to waving flags and shouting for Cheng Jiemin, and making a gong to open the way, without seeing any signs of dissatisfaction. Being a person who doesn’t like this is really a good person. It seems that being a human being is a necessary practice in the officialdom.

This edible oil processing factory was built by Cheng Jieming, and Lu Xiaoyang must have known it for a long time. From Lu Xiaoyang's heart, this Party Secretary may wish that his factory would open today and go bankrupt tomorrow. It would be better to leave some debt disputes, which would make him fall into blood and get rid of holes, and he would feel relieved.

However, at this moment, looking at Lu Xiaoyang's smiling face, he was still impressed by Secretary Lu. No matter what, Lu Xiaoyang could show great support for the oil press at this time, which made Cheng Jiemin realize that he could not do it.

It seems that compared with these old foxes, there is still a gap.

"Sanjin, you can set up this edible oil factory. This is great. The superiors have always encouraged us to vigorously develop the rural economy. You can do it without waiting, not relying on it, not relying on it, self-reliance, hard work, and doing very well!" Lu Xiaoyang patted Luo Sanjin's shoulder while visiting the small oil pressing factory that had been cleaned up, and encouraged loudly.

Luo Sanjin said honestly: "Secretary Lu, I just want to do something. Can my oil press run steadily? In the future, please take care of Secretary Lu!"

Lu Xiaoyang waved his hand and said, "It is our unshirkable responsibility to support the development of our hometown enterprises. Three jin, if you have any difficulties, you can report to the township, as long as the township can solve it, the township has no choice but to define it."

Speaking of this, he said to Deputy Secretary Feng who was standing behind him: "Even if there are difficulties in the village for a while, you must find a way to solve them. Secretary Feng, after you go back, you ask the Party and Government Office to send a briefing on this matter and commend Dongkezhai Village."

"Don't worry, Secretary, I will ask the Party and Government Office to do this when I go back." Feng Jicai replied with a smile.

Lu Xiaoyang's eyes fell on Cheng Jiemin again. He laughed and said to Cheng Jiemin: "Cometown Mayor Cheng, you cadres who came from the province are different from us, the mud-legged cadres. After only a few days of coming, a satellite was placed in our township. When this company is completed, I will definitely ask you for merit from the superiors."

"Secretary Lu, I just happened to the right time. This was mainly achieved with the support of Secretary Lu and the township party committee. Secretary Lu, you know that I have only been here for a few days and have not done any work at all. Even without me, Village Chief Luo and others would have built this edible oil processing factory." Cheng Jiemin was very modest, and his smile seemed to have nothing to do with him.

Lu Xiaoyang laughed and said, "Okay, Township Mayor Cheng not only stands far and has a high vision, but also the most rare thing is not to be proud of success and not be arrogant in making contributions. The young man has a future. But even though modest is good, sometimes, we must have the courage to take the initiative."

Feng Jicai looked at the smiling Lu Xiaoyang and Cheng Jiemin, and a hint of emotion arose in his heart. From the bottom of his heart, he felt that he really underestimated Cheng Jiemin. Not to mention anything else, this young man had just created an oil pressing plant in the time of Baodong Kezhai Village. Such a fresh idea was not something Feng Jicai could have come up with.

Feng Jicai cannot guarantee whether this oil press makes money or not, but being able to convince Luo Sanjin is a kind of ability in itself, right?

Not Cheng Jiemin is also a little young and energetic, and he doesn’t know the reason to be steady. Now Lu Xiaoyang has stated that he wants to do your business, and you still reveal your flaws. Humph, don’t look like you are quite glorious now, you will be crying after a while.

From Feng Jicai himself, he could think of seven or eight ways to stumbling on the oil press, let alone Lu Xiaoyang, as the township party secretary. Lu Xiaoyang is not so easy to deal with! The mind and belly he showed in front of others alone are enough to make people respect him. Who said that Secretary Lu is wearing Cheng Jiemin's shoes? People are still supporting him.

Although Feng Jicai was conceited, he felt that in some aspects, he still had a certain gap with Secretary Lu.

After the simple and grand groundbreaking ceremony was completed, Lu Xiaoyang and his team members began to go home. Cheng Jiemin and Luo Sanjin kept sending Lu Xiaoyang and others to the edge of the village, which was the final ceremony.

Cheng Jiemin kept holding his palm. What he thought the most was that when he shook hands and said goodbye just now, Li Tonghuai shook his hand heavily. Although the handshake looked the same as the hands of other town leaders, Cheng Jiemin could feel the meaning of Li Tonghuai.

Li Tonghuai's meaning is actually quite simple, with only two words, that is, be careful.

Cheng Jiemin understood what Li Tonghuai asked him to be careful of, but he had no choice now. Since ancient times, there was a road in Huashan, and even if there were thorns under his feet, he would have to break out a way.

The east wind blew, and the green willow paper strips that had begun to swing with the wind. Seeing the branches, Cheng Jiemin had a thought in his mind: "Spring is here, and autumn is not far away."

"Cometown Mayor Cheng, congratulations on the opening of the factory!" Chen Erjun came to Cheng Jiemin and said with a smile.

Cheng Jiemin looked at Chen Erjun wearing a coat and smiled and said, "Thank you, Old Chen Jiyan. When I have time, I will invite you to drink."

"I'll invite the village head Cheng." Chen Erjun said this and pondered for a moment, saying, "College Cheng, it's not necessarily a good thing to open a factory with a reckless man. If you have any ideas in the future, you can find our surname Chen."

Luo Sanjin stood beside Chen Erjun, and could not bear it at this time. He immediately said loudly: "Chen Erjun, why are you fart?"

"If I say something, if you don't want to listen, just find some donkey hair to block your ears." Chen Erjun was not afraid of Luo Sanjin at all. He smiled and took the people around him to other places. He walked and said to himself: "Don't look at the joy of being so happy now, don't find a place to cry at that time."

Luo Sanjin couldn't hear Chen Erjun's sarcasm. He pulled up his sleeves and was about to scold Chen Erjun. However, Cheng Jiemin, who was standing next to him, said in a deep voice: "Sanjin, today is the day when we open a business, not the time to fight."

"Number, Township Mayor Cheng, it's for your sake, otherwise I'll ruin him." Luo Sanjin lowered his sleeves and said itchy.

As a village cadre, Zheng Tianbing naturally followed him. At this time, seeing Cheng Jiemin's words, Luo Sanjin dared not act rashly, and he was even more surprised by Cheng Jiemin. He was an old cadre in the village and knew that Luo Sanjin's surname was. His father said that Luo Sanjin was a stubborn boy, and the person who could suppress him was not born yet.

Although Cheng Jiemin used the excuse of opening the business just now, Zheng Tianbing knew that the person who spoke was Cheng Jiemin. If someone else spoke, Luo Sanjin might not take this sentence seriously.

The yard with the Xihua Oil Pressing Factory brand is still the same yard. But it is much cleaner than before. Not only were the dead grass and garbage cleaned, but the three oil pressing workshops were also painted with white paint according to Cheng Jiemin's requirements.

Several people wearing white coats looked like they were busy as if they were dressed as doctors. With the roaring machine, the peanut oil squeezed from the machine flowed into the white container that had been prepared long ago with a faint peanut fragrance.

Liu Jinshan walked over with a cup of peanut oil in a small cup and said, "Look at the head of town, the oil is of great quality. Although this set of equipment in Dongkezhai Village has aging, it is still OK to use."

Liu Jinshan, wearing work clothes, looked no more like the boss of the Liu Family Restaurant at this time. If the Xihua Oil Pressure Factory was not too small now, he would really look like a researcher from a company.

Cheng Jiemin took the peanut oil from the cup and smelled it, and said with a smile: "Old Liu, I don't understand the technical matters and I don't know about Sanjin, so I'll leave them to you. Yes, today is our happy day. Let's stir-fry the dishes with the freshly squeezed oil. Let's have a good meal."

The people present naturally responded to Cheng Jiemin's proposal. Because the factory was small, only ten people were used for the time being. These people who work now can now be said to be shareholders of the Xihua Edible Oil Processing Factory. They invested a lot of money in this factory, so they naturally wanted to make the factory prosperous.

It is a good sign to use the first batch of oil produced in your own factory to cook.

"We still have two big roosters in our house. I'll ask the child's mother to clean up. Let's try fried chicken today." Luo Sanjin slapped his head and said with a big smile.

With Luo Sanjin taking the lead, the others were not willing to be outdone and had everything for a while. And among everyone's words, a large table of dishes was all in this way.

The sound of the oil press was a bit shocking. But no one felt the sound was harsh at this time. On the contrary, those who heard the sound felt that the sound was particularly pleasant.

But just as everyone was discussing loudly, Cheng Jiemin suddenly felt that the voice that could not be heard clearly suddenly became clear. He turned his head and looked at Luo Sanjin diagonally opposite him, and saw that Luo Sanjin's expression became surprised.

At this moment, Luo Tiehui quickly ran over from the side and shouted at Cheng Jiemin and the others in panic: "It's not good, the power is out!"

"Um……"

The machine that was rotating quickly was like a cow with a jammed neck, and it stopped ringing.

"Cometown Chief Cheng, it's so paralyzed that the power is out again!" Luo Sanjin, who was smoking in the yard with Cheng Jiemin, jumped up from the chair and cursed loudly.

"This is intentional, grandma's must have been intentional." Luo Sanjin waved his arm and said loudly: "It's paralyzed. The grandsons of the power supply station did it on purpose. In the past, when we didn't build an oil press, his grandmother's only stopped two or three times a week, but now the group of grandsons have stopped two or three times a day. And they are stopped for seven or eight hours each time, so how can we produce it?"

Cheng Jiemin also cut off the cigarette in his hand. He didn't say anything, but he knew in his heart that the power supply station had power outages one after another, which was intentional.

In the past, when there was no oil press, the electricity had not been stopped so often. Now that there is an oil press, it has been stopped more frequently. If there is nothing here, who would believe it? You should know that before the oil press opened, Cheng Jiemin asked Luo Sanjin to invite several important station leaders to drink wine.

"Cometown Chief Cheng, Brother Sanjin, it's not OK to always lose power. If you delay production, our machine can't stand it." Liu Jinshan walked out of the workshop quickly and took off the mask while shouting: "Our machine is all old machines. Even if you use it carefully, you are afraid that it will have something wrong with it. If you always lose power at any time now, I'm worried that it won't take many days to make a major repair of the machine."

The overhaul of repairing machines is not a small matter. Not to mention delaying production, the more important thing is that overhaul of repairing machines requires real money. This time, Luo Sanjin and others have found out the money. If they get money from repairing machines, there will be people who really can't do it.
Chapter completed!