1988: Back to the human world for a few years

Chapter 20 Taiwanese businessmen?

Nearing noon, hungry people were huddled in the shade in groups here and there. Some even ran directly to the shadow of the train room and sat down, which looked like a sit-in demonstration.

In this strange occasion where neither a riot nor a gathering nor a negotiation seemed like a negotiation, four drillers and two cooks from the well team, with strong vigilance and reluctance on their faces, just carried three large boxes of lunch and distributed one box to each person - and what was shocking was that these villagers did not show any pretense at all, just took them directly, and did not care whether there was too much chili in the dish, and just started to dig into it with big mouthfuls.

To be honest, if these people hadn't been staring maliciously at the two middle-aged men who were sitting together with representatives from each village, the atmosphere in the whole place would have been extremely low, and outsiders might have thought that they were having a banquet.

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The representative of Xiaozhou Village, a man in his fifties, took the foam lunch box handed over by Sun Jian's apprentice, but he didn't even want to open it. He gently put the lunch box on the ground. The man looked eagerly at the middle-aged man opposite him who was wearing a people's uniform and exuded a soldier-like toughness, but with a hint of grass-roots ruthlessness: "Manager Yan, I beg you... Just tell me whether our money can't be returned... Don't worry, I, Old Man Zhao, swear to heaven that I am not forcing you to return the money now... But no matter what, you have to give me a definite answer, so that I can do ideological work on the villagers at that time... If it doesn't work, write a few more IOUs, and only write the principal on them... As long as there are your and Xia Liucun's handprints on them, no matter how many years it takes to pay back the money, we will accept it!"

Friends who have lived in the countryside know that IOUs in the village often last for years, and it is not uncommon for the money to be repaid after more than ten years. In this era when prices are rising year by year, how can Zhao Laohan's plan be more than sincere? It is simply a loss-making sale.

Upon hearing this, Yan Laoxi, who had been standing there like a clay Buddha all morning, first stared at Old Man Zhao, then shook his head slightly.

Seeing this, She Shen, the office director of the nearby Xialiu Sales Commune, handed a cigarette to Old Man Zhao, and then said in a confident and resolute tone: "Director Zhao, don't worry, our Manager Yan always keeps his word... When the date comes, everyone's dividends for this month will be paid in full... There will be no problem with the operation of our Xialiu Sales Commune!"

After hearing these words repeated all morning, Old Man Zhao was so depressed that he almost went crazy.

I know this is not what I am asking, and this is not what I want to convey in my words, okay!
But in a way, the other party's answer was also flawless - what do you care about the real situation of the commune? They pay the dividends they should give every month, just wait for the money!

If someone else had said this, Old Man Zhao would have just twisted his neck and said, "You're just a mouthful of spit and a mouthful of nails? Who do you think you are, pretending to be a big shot... Who the hell knows if you're planning to run away with the money next month?"

It just so happens that Yan Laoxi's reputation in this area is so strong that, apart from the fact that he is the former village secretary who has been rooted here for more than ten years, it has been almost three years since the establishment of Xialiu Tongxiao Commune, and he has never missed a penny of the promised dividends - even in the most difficult early days, even when hundreds of people in the commune could only eat sweet potato porridge every day, Yan Laoxi even sold his color TV and sofa at home, and still collected the dividends that should be given as soon as possible.

Seeing that Manager Yan was still holding on, Old Man Zhao glanced at the other two village representatives who were also frowning, and was about to say something, thinking that they had to discuss a way for both sides to stop the loss...

"Huh!? What's that?"

As the crowd cried out in surprise, Old Man Zhao turned his head and looked.

However, accompanied by a cloud of dust, a convoy of vehicles with an extraordinary origin appeared before him...

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在八十年代的德州地区，一支由1辆212、1辆普桑、1辆奥迪100，外加前后两张三蹦子组成的车队应该算是什么水平？
It's probably the same effect as when you see a convoy of black-plate Audi A6s, Bentleys, and Rolls-Royces coming towards you with a police car leading the way in the future.

So, under the confused and awed gazes of the villagers, the convoy stopped on a flat ground outside the construction site of Drilling Team 152.

"Mr. Yan, Mr. Yan from Xialiu Tongxiao Commune, is Manager Yan here?"

Su Yu, dressed in a black Zhongshan suit, walked down from his black Peugeot, trotted to the front of the crowd, took out a piece of letter paper from his pocket in a pretentious manner, looked at it, and then asked loudly to everyone.

When they heard that they were looking for Manager Yan, all the villagers' nerves suddenly tensed up and they all stood up.

But when they saw the uncle in the hat sitting majestically on two three-wheeled motorcycles not far away, everyone stopped their steps to go over.

"I am Yan Laoxi."

Yan Laoxi looked at Su Yu, who was polite and enthusiastic but a little indifferent, and stood up to answer. His eyes fell on Su Yu's short hair, which should have just been cut, and his eyes were a little complicated.

After taking a look at Old West Yan, Su Yu nodded, then bowed slightly and made a gesture of invitation: "Manager Yan, you have given us a hard time looking for you. Please come in... The Taiwanese businessmen couldn't contact you, so they called our county's Agricultural Bureau."

County Agricultural Bureau? Taiwanese businessmen?

Old Man Zhao and others nearby were stunned.

He did not doubt the identity of the young man in front of him. After all, the outfit behind him was there, and they had seen the kind of demeanor that seemed warm and approachable but was actually condescending. Adding Su Yu's age and dress, it was easy to guess that this person was a secretary or something like that in the agency.

But...Taiwanese businessmen?
Although there has always been no shortage of businessmen from island countries wandering around Qi and Lu in recent years, and the number of investors from South Korea has also increased visibly since last year, Taiwanese businessmen are still a rare commodity at the moment.

Seeing this, She Shen, who was standing by, whispered, "The country has always been encouraging Taiwanese veterans to return home to visit their families. In the past two years, the policy towards Taiwanese businessmen has also been more relaxed. Therefore... the Taiwanese businessman's surname is Yang. It is said that he is the son of a wealthy man in Kaohsiung. Mr. Yan met him in Shanghai last year. The two get along very well."

Oh ~
Old Man Zhao and the others made sounds of understanding, but they could not help but feel somewhat confused.

"Oh my, Mr. Yan, I wanted to give you a surprise, but I didn't expect you weren't in the company. I missed it...!"

Before Yan Laoxi could move, a soft and strange voice came from a distance.

It was Yang Mo, who was wearing a brocade training suit and sunglasses on his nose, who got out from the back seat of the Audi 100 accompanied by a butler. He opened his arms towards Yan Laoxi from a distance, looking as enthusiastic as he could be.

With just a glance at Yang Mo, the doubts that had just arisen in everyone's mind were instantly dispelled.

It was simply that this young man gave them a very different feeling.

That casual and condescending look,

That careless guy who seemed to have no bones in his body,

that body language that was both passionate and flirtatious;

That nasal, yet soft accent;

And the pace with cotton on the soles of the feet, as if they would fall at any moment;

Every bit of this is exactly the same as the image of a dandy boy they imagined in their minds...

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Seeing this young Taiwanese dandy walking towards them with small steps, almost all the villagers, starting from Old Man Zhao, straightened their chests involuntarily and used their hanging hands to quietly straighten the wrinkles on their clothes.

Although people on both sides of the Taiwan Strait are one family, they cannot let others look down on the people of Qi and Lu. If that Mr. Yang from Taiwan misunderstands that the people of Yucheng are all second-rate gangsters, then they will really have no face to live.

But they don’t know that a certain “Taiwanese dude” is cursing in his heart at this moment.

Damn Zhang Wenshun, he can only hide behind!
I asked you to borrow a better set of training clothes for me, but you could have just brought me your own training clothes - although the size is two sizes too large, this kind of traditional clothing is supposed to be loose and comfortable, so outsiders can't see anything wrong with it at first glance.

but……

Didn't I ask for size 45 shoes?

What's up with this pair of size 48 oversized canvas shoes! ?

How the hell do you expect me to walk normally in such big shoes! ?
(End of this chapter)