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Chapter 1490 Development
Wang Yan and his group had a smooth return journey.

The vehicles passed through customs without any problems, and after arriving at the fishing village, a special train arranged by Mr. Liang was dispatched to load all seventy-eight vehicles donated by patriotic groups in Hong Kong that Wang Yan had received.

Li Kuiyong, Zhong Yuemin, Zheng Tong, and Captain Li and the other militiamen all had a wide grin on their faces the whole way. They couldn't stop grinning. They were all wearing several watches on their wrists, carrying various gold ornaments in their pockets, each with a Hong Kong dollar note as a souvenir, and various photos taken by Wang Yan.

There are photos of gangsters being brutally beaten, photos of people looking down on low-level leaders, group photos in Victoria Harbour, photos of people eating seafood on a boat at sea, and photos of people taking pictures in front of the gates of various triads. All are documentary-style photographs, with superb candid shots…

What he produced was evidence of his crimes, demonstrating Wang Yan's arrogance.

Of course, Wang Yan also fully considered the needs of his comrades. After all, after going to Hong Kong Island, he would have to brag about it when he came back. If he wanted to have something to say, nothing was more convincing than photos.

Besides these, there was still the most important money that hadn't been distributed. This money would only be settled with Linxian County after the currency was exchanged, and then Linxian County would give it to Hechuan Commune...

The environment along the way wasn't much better than when we went to Hong Kong Island. We were all stuck in the carriage, feeling suffocated. The only dry food we ate was dried fish from the south. However, no one complained or cried out that they were tired. It was a journey filled with laughter and joy.

Aside from hauling goods, resupplying, repairing, or waiting for other trains to pass first, their special train was constantly making a choking noise along the way.

Finally, after traveling from the south to the north, I finally saw that patch of yellow earth again.

At Linxian Railway Station, government officials who had already received the news, as well as cadres from Hechuan Commune, warmly welcomed Wang Yan and his team back with a sense of accomplishment.

Looking at the seventy-eight vehicles being unloaded, no one knew what to say.

After holding it in for a while, Secretary Zhou from the county said, "Wang Yan, you are really incredibly audacious."

Wang Yanxiao said with a simple and honest smile, "Nothing's wrong, is it? We still have over two million yuan. We've really struck it rich this time."

"The money hasn't arrived yet, let's talk about the cars first. What are you planning to do with them?"

"Boss, what do you think of this car? It's the vehicle of the head of the Sun Yee On triad in Hong Kong Island, the triad boss..."

Wang Yan gave a brief explanation, saying, "This car is left-hand drive, perfect for a leader's vehicle."

“I can’t afford to ride in it,” Secretary Zhou said with a laugh. “You’ve already said it’s the leader’s car, and I’m a Party cadre. Do you think that’s appropriate?”

“You’re overthinking it. As some people have said, we should be realistic. Regardless of who’s riding in it, it’s a four-wheeled vehicle.”

Wang Yan waved his hand, "Alright, if none of you want them, I'll drive them myself. The sedans can be used for the county and our commune's public transportation; they'll be convenient for getting around. Let's keep thirty vans, ten for hauling goods."

Secretary Zhou, this time you absolutely have to go to the city and get a shop. That way our furniture will sell even better, and we can use these trucks to deliver the goods.

The other twenty vehicles, which are exactly what we have in our nineteen brigades, one vehicle per brigade, will be used by each brigade to operate public transportation on the first and fifteenth of each lunar month. At other times, they will be parked at each brigade's location, ready to be used to transport anyone in need of emergency medical care to the county hospital. We can afford the fuel costs; it's a way to benefit the people of the commune.”

Secretary Zhou nodded repeatedly: "What you said makes sense. It's true that you brought the vehicles back, but we also need to develop in a balanced way. Here's what we'll do: your commune will keep twenty vans, and the rest will be distributed to the other seventeen communes in our county. We won't even think about buses. It would be a great thing if our people could come to the county for medical treatment more quickly."

Our county hospital only had one old, beat-up vehicle. Now that we have so many vehicles, it'll be much easier to send patients to the city if our hospital can't treat them properly. What do you say, Old Zhang?

Secretary Zhou was cunning; instead of asking Wang Yan, he went straight to Secretary Zhang of Hechuan Commune.

What else could Secretary Zhang say but nod in agreement? "I think it's a good idea. Our county is poor, and now that our commune has developed, we should also take care of the other communes. As for the bus service, it didn't exist before, so why not put it on? Wang Yan, what's up?"

Wang Yan nodded with a smile: "You're a leader of the commune, so if you say it's okay, then it's okay. It's all about helping the people here. As long as some cadre gets it over there for himself to enjoy, then I don't care."

“Wang Yan is right. Although it’s inevitable that cadres will use them as official vehicles when they are assigned to the communes, there must be a limit. We can’t let it interfere with the people’s affairs. We’ll hold a meeting later and emphasize this issue.” Secretary Zhou said with a smile.

So the matter was settled, and Secretary Zhou then mentioned that after going to Hong Kong Island, the city had already designated a shop for furniture manufacturers to sell furniture, which was much larger than the shops in the county town.

Wang Yan casually pulled a watch out of his pocket: "Come on, boss, your watch is all worn out, let me get you a new one."

"What are you doing?" Secretary Zhou quickly took two steps back.

"These are gifts I brought for everyone."

Wang Yan waved his hand, and Li Kuiyong took a watch out of the bag.

“Leader, it wouldn’t be right for me to only give one to you. If all the leaders here get one, then there won’t be a problem. The Revolutionary Committee members are all here, so everyone will get one.”

Wang Yan was handing out watches to people one by one, as if he were wholesaling them.

Secretary Zhang also received one, and he asked curiously, "Where did you get so many watches?"

"The gangsters are involved in smuggling. The place we went to happened to have a warehouse full of high-end items like watches, so we took it from them. Look at Captain Li and his men, they're wearing a bunch of watches, but only one is new. The rest were taken from those petty thugs. No, they gave them to us voluntarily."

Secretary Zhou, who was listening from the side, was speechless: "You're just like that swordsman, going out for a stroll and daring to take anything."

"Don't worry, leader, everything's taken care of. Old Liang from Xinhua News Agency even reported it to Beijing for me, so we'll take it openly and honestly. I'll leave you twenty watches; when you go to the city for a meeting, give them to the city leaders as well. It's a token of our appreciation from Hechuan Commune."

"You're really brave."

"I just can't get a chance to see the big boss, otherwise I would just give him a gift in person."

Everyone burst into laughter, creating quite a lively atmosphere.

After the laughter subsided, Secretary Zhou said, "You made a good start at the last Canton Fair, and given your reputation, the higher-ups have decided to give us a spot at this year's Canton Fair so we can set up a trade fair. It's already July, so hurry up and get things organized so we can achieve another record this year."

Wang Yan wasn't surprised and nodded in agreement, "I guarantee I'll complete the mission." This was quite normal; although his transaction volume wasn't large, it still expanded his business. Especially after the goods were delivered to Osaka, while Wang Yan was returning from Hong Kong, the Japanese placed an additional order for 200,000 pieces of furniture, requesting more and making certain requests regarding the small kang table.

Similarly, although Peng Yunliang focused all his efforts on herbal tea, his furniture was still selling well, particularly in Hong Kong. Wang Yan had just shipped a batch of goods to Tokyo before leaving, and although it had only been on sale for a few days, it was already more popular than typical furniture.

So before returning, Peng Yunliang placed an additional order for 200,000 yuan, which will keep the furniture factory busy for a while.

So the group parted ways in a lively manner, drove back to the commune, and as the factory manager of Hechuan Furniture Factory, the first thing Wang Yan did was to hold a meeting with the commune to continue to allocate labor quotas to the brigades under the commune.

Furthermore, Wang Yan proposed setting up a home textile factory to employ young women from the commune. The funding source was also secured—the money brought back from Hong Kong. They planned to coordinate with the city to acquire two sets of obsolete equipment without much trouble, and then the factory could begin operations.

In the home textile sector, we've accumulated some experience and have finished products available. We've also purchased a significant amount of furniture for export, indicating there's still a market for it.

After that, Wang Yan can do some marketing to establish a foothold in the city, and supporting the female workers in Hechuan Commune shouldn't be a problem.

As for the issue of raw materials, it has never been a problem. In the past, when the usage was small, the county would issue the approval slips. Now that the usage is large, the city issues the approval slips. And for any further increases, the province will issue the approval slips.

This has nothing to do with Wang Yan offending anyone; even if someone wanted to stop him, they couldn't.

If the county wanted to impose restrictions, the people of Hechuan Commune would dare to go to the county government. If the city wanted to impose restrictions, they would dare to go to the city government…

This is not about any personal interests; it's about the development of a region, the career advancement of local officials, and the wallets of the people.

Having arranged for the expansion and construction of new factories, Wang Yan, in addition to preparing furniture for the Canton Fair, also used his spare time at night to write a new report.

He certainly wouldn't write about himself going there to bully hooligans. Instead, he wrote about his reflections on capitalist society, argued for the superiority of the socialist system, appropriately analyzed some current policies, and also envisioned the near future.

In addition, the newspaper invited him to interpret his own painting, "The Long March." Today, the entire painting has been published in sections, allowing people to see it for themselves.

Having the creator himself provide the explanation is certainly no problem. To put it simply, it elevates the work to a higher level. The painting itself depicts battle and struggle, and Wang Yan's article starts from ancient times to demonstrate that the Chinese people have never been afraid of hardship, fatigue, or bloodshed and sacrifice. It shows that the Chinese people have an innate spirit of fighting against nature, thus enhancing national pride.

Considering international relations, Wang Yan did not launch a tirade against Western capitalism or Soviet revisionism in this dedicated article; he only spoke about himself.

Even so, the article received a very positive response after its publication. Wang Yan's writing was simply inspiring. It spoke with facts, focusing on China's strength and envisioning a prosperous future.

The people were all happy to see it.

Of course, there was also constant communication with Zhou Xiaobai, which was a regular and uninterrupted routine. Wang Yan also mailed Zhou Xiaobai a women's watch, along with other novelties...

"Oh, this mutton soup is the best, Brother Yan." Li Kuiyong sipped the mutton soup with relish, adding plenty of chili peppers; it smelled delicious.

"Didn't you guys come here to eat before?" Wang Yan said with a laugh. "Don't make it sound so exaggerated."

Li Kuiyong said, "Brother Yan, it's no exaggeration. This mutton soup is authentic. I can never get enough of it."

“Yes, Kui Yong is right,” Zhong Yuemin said. “When we went to Hong Kong Island, all I wanted to do was eat mutton soup.”

"Really? So the glitz and glamour of Hong Kong didn't dazzle you?" Qin Ling said sarcastically.

Tian Fang chimed in sarcastically, "Yeah, I remember you guys said you were going to visit a brothel before you went? You didn't go?"

"Brother Yan, this is your fault. You have to sort it out." Li Kuiyong looked at Wang Yan helplessly.

"What am I supposed to solve? I just have eight mouths, whether they believe me or not, they still won't. Hey, you two, don't look at me like that." Seeing Qin Ling and Tian Fang staring at him, Wang Yan laughed, "If you really want to know the answer, then I can only say I'm going."

Zhong Yuemin and Li Kuiyong looked utterly mortified, while Zheng Tong laughed heartily: "I support Brother Yan. What Brother Yan said makes no mistake. There's no way to prove this, so whether you believe it or not is up to you. I'm going to say it too, hahaha."

Seeing Tian Fang's glare, Li Kuiyong said, "Brother Yan, I think you should go see my sister-in-law. It's easy for you to take leave now, go see her and have a reunion with her. It's almost been three years, you should see her."

Zhong Yuemin nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, yes, Kuiyong is right, Brother Yan. You're twenty now, right? You can get married. The sooner you get married, the sooner you can settle down. Then you can ask your father-in-law to put in a good effort and get you transferred back to Beijing. You've contributed enough to the people of northern Shaanxi here."

Wang Yan knew the two were trying to change the subject, so he chuckled and said, "I plan to go and take a look after the Canton Fair ends. As for transferring back to Beijing, let's forget about it. Things here are just starting out, and we need to get things running smoothly first. Besides, I don't necessarily need my father-in-law to help me transfer back; I can manage on my own."

“Yes, you’re amazing! Things are different now. You’re a national celebrity now. You don’t need your father-in-law to get involved. You can handle things yourself. When the time comes, please think of us chickens and dogs and let us rise to the top too!” Zheng Tong chimed in enthusiastically.

"We'll see when the time comes, it's still a long way off," Wang Yan said noncommittally.

Zhong Yuemin asked, "Brother Yan, if you were transferred back, which unit would you like to go to?"

"Then who knows."

Tian Fang sighed and said, "I think you can go to school. You take such beautiful photos. Or you could go into filmmaking. You're such a good writer, you can definitely be a screenwriter too. You can both write and film, so you can definitely make movies. You can also contribute to the spiritual and cultural needs of the people of our country."

"Hey, Brother Yan, this really works." Li Kuiyong nodded in agreement; he and Tian Fang were now in cahoots.

Of course, that's excluding matters involving Wang Yan. After Li Kuiyong returned, besides sending watches and some money to his younger siblings, all the money he left was with Tian Fang…

"Look again, look again! Come on, let's drink!"

Wang Yan raised his glass, feeling utterly content amidst the bustling mutton soup stall...

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