I made a dime from selling tangerines and you call me heartless?

Chapter 125 You may not know where the word "Mang" in Mang Village came from
Are there new college student village officials in Jiangjia Village?

Jiang Che was truly surprised.

Yang Zhixue had just told him about the college student village officials in the morning, but he didn't expect that they had already been implemented in Jiangjia Village in the afternoon.

Jiang Lili was so lively in the early stage.

Wouldn't it be a waste of effort?
"Xiao Jiang, do you want to go and have a look together this afternoon?"

The old village chief suggested.

"I'm not going."

Jiang Che shook his head.

The people in Jiangjia Village probably hate him to the core now, so why would he go there when he has nothing else to do?

"Well, it's fine if you don't go."

The old village chief immediately asked again,

"By the way, Xiao Jiang, did you know that the government gave you 150,000 yuan in support funds to build your factory?"

Fifteen thousand yuan of support funds were advanced.

Jiang Che's face also turned gloomy.

"know."

“I just found out about this in the past two days.”

"The official..."

"Forget it. He's my boss after all. I can't say anything."

The old village chief sighed.

The factory will be built in Shunjiang Village, so the money should be given to him no matter what.

Who would have thought that the leaders of the Civil Affairs Bureau would give money to Jiangjia Village.

simply……

This incident also caused quite a stir among the town officials.

The mayor was furious.

But the money had already been given and used by Jiang Bangcai.

Even though the treatment plan for the director of the Civil Affairs Bureau has been reported, there is nothing that can be done to reverse the situation.

One hundred and fifty thousand.

It's impossible to get it back from the urban management family.

That has to be someone's willingness to give.

"Xiao Jiang, don't worry. Even if the town officials can't get the money back, they will definitely find other ways to compensate you."

"The mayor attaches great importance to your factory."

"You've been praised time and again in town."

"He also said that when the construction starts, you'd better hold a ceremony, and he will come to cut the ribbon for you in person."

The old village chief looked at Jiang Che with admiration.

"Uncle, what factory? I've been listening to you guys talking for a long time."

Yang Zhixue next to her finally couldn't help but interrupt.

She listened for a long time but was still confused. What factory, what start of work, what 150,000 yuan was all confusing.

But the only thing that was certain was that Jiang Che hadn't told her something.

"Xuexue, don't you know?"

The old village chief looked at Yang Zhixue,
"Didn't Xiao Jiang tell you?"

Yang Zhixue shook her head blankly.
"No."

The old village chief also laughed and shook his head.

"Since Xiao Jiang didn't say anything, I won't say anything either."

"Jiang Che."

Yang Zhixue looked at Jiang Che.

"Is such that."

Jiang Che said helplessly,

"I plan to open a fruit processing factory in Shunjiang Village, specializing in canned drinks and other things."

"Aren't these surrounding villages rich in fruit?"

“It can be considered as the source factory.”

"You want to open a factory?"

Yang Zhixue was even more surprised.
"Why haven't I ever heard you say that?"

"You didn't even ask."

Jiang Che smiled and shook his head.

"I can't possibly chase you and tell you that I want to open a factory."

This is so frivolous.

It’s not Jiang Che’s character.

Or maybe this is the pleasure of showing off. You take the initiative to tell others that this is too low. Forcing yourself to show off will only annoy people.

It would be better to let her hear it from somewhere else.

"What else are you hiding from me?"

Yang Zhixue glared at Jiang Che.

"Gone."

Jiang Che spread his hands.

"It's really gone."

"Humph."

Yang Zhixue snorted coldly.

Listening to the conversation between the two, the old village chief couldn't help laughing and shook his head slightly.
"It's better to be young."

Not long after, the village chief's wife brought out the prepared meal.

The four of them were having a great time eating together.

No one disturbed me this time.

After eating, Yang Zhixue asked Jiang Che to take her to see the factory site.

Jiang Che couldn't persuade her and took her to the dam.

That circle has been drawn with lime powder. "After the Chinese New Year, when the ground thaws a little, we will start construction."

Jiang Che pointed at the surrounding area and said.

"I didn't expect you to have such ideas."

Yang Zhixue stood by and turned her head to look at Jiang Che's profile, with a smile in her eyes and eyebrows.

"Jiang Che."

"Ok?"

"What is your dream?"

Yang Zhixue suddenly asked.

Jiang Che was stunned.

"Why do you ask?"

"nothing."

Yang Zhixue turned her head and looked at the river dam.

"I'm just asking casually."

"If you don't want to, forget it."

After getting back into the car, Jiang Che drove back while Yang Zhixue fiddled with her cell phone.

Enter Jiang Che’s QQ space again.

Find the album.

Click.

The question pops up: What is my dream?
Yang Zhixue thought about it and typed in the word "make money", but it still showed failure.

She sighed.

He couldn't help but secretly look at Jiang Che.

Suddenly I felt that this man was just like his QQ photo album, full of curiosity.

"Jiang Che."

"Ok?"

"Let's go back to Jiangjia Village?"

Yang Zhixue looked at Jiang Che.

"I want to go to Jiangjia Village and see what your home is like?"

Jiang Che stepped on the brakes.

Turning his head to look at Yang Zhixue,
"Go to my house?"

"What are you doing at my house?"

"Go check it out?"

Yang Zhixue was sitting next to him and said softly,
"I want to see what kind of environment you grew up in and why you have so many ideas in your head."

"No need."

Jiang Che shook his head.
"It's better not to go to a place like Jiangjia Village."

"Are you not interested in the new college student village official?"

Yang Zhixue asked again.

"not interested."

Jiang Che shook his head.

Then, he thought for a while before continuing to speak.
"And I don't think he can stay in Jiangjia Village at all."

This sentence made Yang Zhixue confused.
"Why can't you stay?"

"People from Jiangjia Village?"

Jiang Che shook his head, quite disdainful.

"No one can save them!"

The predecessor had been in Jiangjia Village for so many years, but was unable to change Jiangjia Village. How could it be possible for a mere college student village official to do so?

Jiang Che really didn’t believe it!

not to mention……

According to his understanding of the people in Jiangjia Village, after thinking that they had been deceived by college students twice in a row, the people in Jiangjia Village had long lost their trust in the so-called college students.

Maybe they even think that college students are there to cheat them out of their money.

can only say……

It will be difficult for the college student village official who goes to Jiangjia Village to carry out his work in Jiangjia Village.

After telling Yang Zhixue his guess.

Of course Yang Zhixue didn't believe it.
"hehe."

"That's because you don't know the history of Mang Village."

"No matter how chaotic Jiangjia Village is, can it be more chaotic than Mang Village?"

"Mang Village can be governed by college student village officials, how can Jiangjia Village be turned upside down?"

Mang Village.

In the 1990s, there was a saying, "You probably don't know where the word 'Mang' in 'Mang Village' came from?"
The police station was completely paralyzed.

I almost fired a gun at that time.

No matter how chaotic Jiangjia Village is, can it be compared with Mang Village?

No way!
"You do not believe?"

Jiang Che looked at Yang Zhixue.
"Then wait and see. Jiangjia Village may not be as good as Mang Village, but it can't compare to Mang Village in other aspects."

……

at the same time.

South City.

"laugh!"

The shabby van that had just driven away in the morning stopped again in front of the Baiguohui store.

Then, the car door opened.

A dozen non-mainstream people with colorfully dyed hair jumped down like they were being fryed in oil.

……

(End of this chapter)