Fishing and Hunting 82, Starting with Three Sisters Who Overprotect Their Brothers

Chapter 135 Opportunity

As soon as he finished speaking, several pairs of eyes from the fishing and hunting team turned to him.

Judging from his age, he probably would have already started arguing with people.

"Old Wang didn't mean anything by it, he just really can't believe it," someone said, trying to smooth things over. "We never even dreamed that Liu Gen and Ga Ya Zi could sell for so much money."

"Exactly, I thought the snail story was just a rumor, but I didn't expect you to actually know something about it."

"Wow, if we'd known you made so much money, we would have come sooner."

"It's not too late to come now," Zhang Wenshan said with a smile. "It's all thanks to the higher-ups for taking care of us."

We chatted briefly.

He turned and went into the kitchen, abandoning the delicate dish of fish balls and directly instructing his mother to make braised catfish.

The soybean paste is cooked with scallions, ginger, and chili peppers. It's brought to a boil over high heat, then simmered over low heat. Before serving, a handful of green peppers are sprinkled on top, and the aroma alone is enough to make everyone in the yard swoon.

After delivering most of the food to the construction site, Xu Xiulian watched as everyone in the yard ate in silence, leaning against the doorframe and trembling slightly.

"This, this really was made by me?"

She knew very well that she was a bad cook, and she was very nervous when she was cooking, afraid of messing it up.

Surprisingly, it worked really well.

"Who else could it be?"

Zhang Wenshan smiled as he ladled out a bowl of fish and served it to his mother.

There are many reasons why my mother's cooking is not good. It's not that she was born unable to appreciate flavors; it's just that she used to be frugal and didn't want to use any seasonings. She would just cook it until it was done.

"Why are you serving so much?" Xu Xiulian snapped out of her daze, looking at the overflowing fish in the bowl and instinctively refusing, "Save it—"

"Mom, we have plenty of fish right now, so please eat without worry."

Xu Xiulian was taken aback, looking at her son who was a head taller than her, somewhat bewildered.

In just a few days, everything has changed.

Even knowing about the drought, they don't seem as lost and uncertain as before.

Seeing her son's expectant gaze, she nodded firmly: "Mother will eat."

Soon, the sun set in the west.

The county party committee compound.

County Magistrate Wang Yanfa sat in his office, his tone full of approval.

"Yang Zhigang, this old comrade, is still conscious, resourceful, and has a certain degree of initiative. He is quick-witted and can get things done."

"What's the current situation at our county's agricultural machinery factory? Outdated technology, obsolete equipment, too many people and too little work—transforming it is going to be difficult!"

After a pause, Wang Yanfa tapped the table lightly with his finger: "This year's drought is severe, and the people are in a hurry to irrigate their fields. He wants to gather the people and existing technology in the factory to form a well-drilling team and go to the countryside to help the villages solve their problems."

"This idea is right. It can increase the factory's revenue and solve the urgent problem in the countryside. It's a win-win situation, and it will make us look better too."

"Isn't that right, Lao Zhao?"

His face couldn't hide his excitement.

As a former pillar industry of the county, its current state of decline is not a pleasant sight for him.

What's even more infuriating is that when the comrades from the south came to inspect the area, they visited several places, and the Maoshu Town Agricultural Machinery Factory was the worst one.

Switching production, finding sales channels, management —

Yang Zhigang knew nothing when asked, and had absolutely no idea what to do.

Although the inspection team has not yet reached a conclusion, based on the results of the first day's discussions, the factory director must be replaced.

His face really hurt!

Fortunately, Yang Zhigang still had some sense of shame and came up with this solution, which can be considered a belated attempt to salvage the situation.

However, after waiting for a long time, Zhao Shusen, the deputy county head on the other side, remained silent.

"What's wrong, Lao Zhao? Just say what you think." Wang Yanfa frowned.

Zhao Shusen then raised his head, a half-smile on his face, and said, "The plan is good, but coincidentally, I just got a similar one too. Take a look."

As he spoke, he took a piece of paper torn from his notebook out of his bag and gently handed it over.

"akin?"

Wang Yanfa's doubts deepened.

This joint drought relief plan is quite good; it almost completely addresses the current pain points of agricultural machinery manufacturers and is tailor-made for them.

Although it has many flaws, overall it is absolutely feasible.

Besides the factory director of the agricultural machinery plant, who else could think so clearly?

After a while.

"That son of a bitch Yang Zhigang."

Wang Yanfa slammed his hand on the table, making the teacup tremble.

creak.

The secretary outside hurriedly opened the door and came in. Before she could even see what was going on, she was greeted with a question.

"go out."

Wang Yanfa gripped the table with both hands, his whole body trembling, his lips quivering, unable to speak for a long time.

One glance, just one glance.

He immediately understood what was going on.

The notebook contained little information, but it was more substantial than Yang Zhigang's three-page report. It was free of empty rhetoric and clearly outlined the main points.

How to implement it, what are the benefits, and what precautions should be taken?

Anyone with a brain can see that this is the original version, while Yang Zhigang's version only has a rough idea and fills in the content with clichés.

"Old Zhao, where did this come from?"

"Didn't my granddaughter run off to Maoshu Town?" Zhao Shusen said with a smile. "When Xiao Shen went there, he happened to run into someone who asked Linlin to pass on a message to me."

"Never mind, let him tell you."

"Xiao Shen."

Soon, the office door opened again, and Shen Yao stepped in, explaining the whole story in detail.

"Zhang Wenshan, I remember him, the one who brought up the red-tailed golden carp and even gave a speech?"

"It's him."

"Him and Zhao Linlin?"

"Zhang Wenshan is skilled at hunting and fishing, and Zhao Linlin asked him to prepare a rare gift for Deputy County Chief Zhao."

"This girl is just being silly." Zhao Shusen deliberately spoke with a stern face, without a trace of reproach in his tone.

"Girls know how to be considerate, unlike my bunch of rascals," Wang Yanfa laughed. "How does he know so much about the agricultural machinery factory?"

The author clearly understands the plight of the agricultural machinery factory from the lines.

Logically speaking, a farmer who hunts and fishes could not possibly know so much about the agricultural machinery factory.

He instinctively became suspicious.

"Zhang Wenshan was fired from the agricultural machinery factory," Shen Yao said loudly. "According to his own account, he reformed after that—I estimate that he probably didn't make any money in the fishing and hunting group."

"This, him, me—"

Wang Yanfa blinked, even though he had seen countless people, he was still a little confused.

A good-for-nothing who used to drink, gamble, and lose money suddenly awakens, becomes noble and virtuous, takes the initiative to help the poor households in the village, forms a fishing and hunting group, and assumes all the risks himself.

It sounds like a story.

"Back in the day, on the battlefield, there were some people who were incredibly lazy, knew nothing, and were like blocks of wood. But after a battle, they would immediately become a different person."

Zhao Shusen spoke slowly and deliberately.

"Yes, so what about this matter?" Wang Yanfa waved the two reports in his hand and gave a wry smile.

"I'm about to retire. You're the county magistrate, why are you asking me?" Zhao Shusen slowly stood up. "I just happened to run into you."

Shen Yao hurriedly stepped forward and helped him out of the office.

The two quickly arrived outside the county committee compound.

"Has that report been investigated thoroughly?" Zhao Shusen asked abruptly.

"I've confirmed it. It was written by Zhang Wenshan's third sister and given to the teacher," Shen Yao said after thinking for a moment. "From what I've observed, she seems quiet but is actually very opinionated; she just has a somewhat one-sided view of things."

"A narrow perspective comes with experience; it broadens one's horizons." Zhao Shusen nodded. "What was it called again?"

"Zhang Wenhui".

Shen Yao heard nothing more, but he understood perfectly.

This girl will probably have a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity; it all depends on whether she can seize it.