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Chapter 633 This is too outrageous! (Seeking monthly votes)

Wu Zhi and Zhang Li, a married couple, didn't think Wu Aiguo was really that great!

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been ambushed and, in a fit of anger, gone to the border area of ​​Yunnan Province to reclaim wasteland and farm.

Instead, they felt that Wu Aiguo had a certain kind of luck about him.

When Wu Aiguo was around, Wu Zhi did things smoothly and almost never encountered any obstacles.

Even if there are any setbacks, they won't have any real impact on him.

He was used to this situation, and the sudden obstacle was a bit difficult to adjust to, which was the main reason for his bad mood.

Of course, once things are adjusted, the pressure brought by the new secretary is really nothing.

The Gulou Repair Shop has its own unique characteristics!
Especially in the production of bicycles and motorcycles for export, neither side wants any problems to arise.

Wu Zhi was the production cadre who was most familiar with and understood the production process the best.

Unless a major event occurs, no one will easily replace him.

The entire Wu family, including their hometown, is adjusting to Wu Aiguo's absence, and the New Year is not a very pleasant one for them.

Soon, it was March.

While spring is still chilly in Beijing, Yunnan Province is ablaze with wildflowers.

The Hongxing Farm, under the leadership of Wu Aiguo, has launched a bustling late-season rice harvest.

The manual harvester he invented is much more efficient and less labor-intensive than manual harvesting.

With a complete set of manual tools for threshing, dusting, and hulling, what is handed over is pure white rice.

Both the region and the military region are quite satisfied.

The farm, however, kept all the rice husks.

After that, it was time to plant early rice again without stopping!

This time, the main force was the manual rice transplanter that Wu Aiguo personally developed.

After finishing the early rice planting, none of the farm's hundreds of employees felt particularly tired.

This is the effect of making extensive use of appropriate tools.

Simply cultivating and harvesting by hand on more than 3,300 acres of land is incredibly demanding.

With the help of tools, although it's still not easy, it's not so busy that I'm about to collapse.

By this time, Red Star Farm had achieved its goal of self-sufficiency.

Next, we need to explore the farm's potential in depth.

Wu Aiguo had already made a comprehensive plan in this regard.

His abilities had long been recognized by everyone on the farm through his numerous successes.

Therefore, the farm management easily reached an agreement to complete the project step by step according to Wu Aiguo's plan.

The farm receives a batch of veterans almost every month.

Their participation has also rapidly strengthened the power of Red Star Farm!
In July, Wu Aiguo's first son was born, named Wu Hongxing, and nicknamed July.

The noise from the outside world has not affected the rapid development of Hongxing Farm.

The successful harvest of mid-season rice has further enhanced the farm's capabilities.

Not only did the farm expand further, but the surrounding wasteland also began to be settled and cultivated by villagers who had moved from other places.

Wu Aiguo never expected that the mosquito coils produced by his farm would be sold to neighboring Myanmar, and that he would make a considerable profit from them.

At least by this point, the farm already had three used Willys Jeeps.

Meanwhile, the farm's makeshift cannery also began production smoothly.

If it weren't for Wu Aiguo's strict control, many of the farm's products might have quickly flowed into neighboring Myanmar.

It's just a pity that local farms in China at that time couldn't accommodate someone as amazing as him.

When some people wanted to cause him trouble, they couldn't find him at all. Meanwhile, Red Star Farm continued to operate smoothly.

When he reappeared, he had successfully established himself in Myanmar.

For the next year, his legend spread throughout northern Myanmar.

……

In Beijing, the Gulou Repair Shop remains busy.

At this time, the Gulou Factory no longer produced various coal-making equipment or honeycomb briquette stoves.

Instead, they focused their main efforts on three-wheeled vehicles, hand tractors, high-quality bicycles for export, and motorcycles.

As the factory manager in charge of production, Wu Zhi was not affected much.

For a period of time, I was indeed asked to stop working.

Unfortunately, less than half a month later, news from the Hong Kong tycoon Fok forced him to quickly return to work and take charge of production.

With monthly revenue exceeding one million dollars, countless departments are keeping an eye on it.

If something goes wrong and everything is lost, that's no joke.

Time flew by, and it was late spring of 1968.

That day, Wu Zhi had just come out of the workshop, his face showing obvious signs of fatigue.

The pressure is considerable. Maintaining stable production without any mishaps is no easy task.

At this moment, a factory office staff member jogged over to inform him that his superiors had called and wanted him to go to the superior unit immediately.

Wu Zhi was a little uneasy, but he still rode his bicycle to his superior's unit as soon as possible.

As it turned out, he was greeted not by his superiors, but by two middle-aged soldiers.

"Comrade Wu Aiguo, when was the last time we contacted each other?"

"It was around July two years ago, around the time my eldest grandson was born. He called to share the good news and let me know that he was doing well over there!"

"Was there any correspondence afterward?"

"No, Aiguo reminded me that if I need to contact someone, I should just call them directly. Other communication methods are easily tampered with!"

"So, are you still able to contact him now?"

"I have no idea what his current situation is?"

At this point, Wu Zhi became slightly agitated and hurriedly asked, "Comrades, is Aiguo still working at the Red Star Farm?"

The two middle-aged soldiers exchanged a glance, and both saw the answer in each other's eyes.

"We can tell you some information about Comrade Wu Aiguo, but you must not easily disclose it!"

"Of course, I know the rules!"

"In September of the year before last, Comrade Wu Aiguo and his wife suddenly disappeared, and when they reappeared, they were already in Myanmar!"

"He raised his banner in northern Myanmar, recruited soldiers, and quickly occupied a considerable territory!"

"After more than a year of development, he has now become the largest local force in northern Myanmar, occupying about one-third of the northern region, and has two light infantry divisions and other armed forces under his command!"

Wu Zhi was stunned!

His face was full of shock, as if the two middle-aged soldiers in front of him were not talking about his son, Wu Aiguo, but the protagonist of a legendary story.

This is too exaggerated!
He admitted that Wu Aiguo was indeed capable, but not to the extent of such an exaggerated degree.

He felt that he was similar to a warlord in a chaotic era.

"Gentlemen, comrades, what you're saying, you can't be telling the truth, can you?"

After a long while, Wu Zhi finally spoke, his face still filled with disbelief and confusion.

"Comrade Wuzhi, do you think we would joke about something like this with you?"

(End of this chapter)