Back to 1984: I built a chicken farm on a barren mountain.

Chen Wenfeng went out of the house and stood in the yard. Sure enough, he heard the loudspeaker calling him to the village committee. However, the voice was not Chen Youwei's; it was not loud enough and sounded more like Accountant Wang's. Moreover, the loudspeaker was much quieter than usual, and it was hard to hear unless you listened carefully.

"Are you going?" Wang Guizhi asked.

"Let's go take a look. I'll head straight to Jiming Mountain in a bit." With that, Chen Wenfeng strode towards the village committee.

Wang Guizhi murmured, "The village loudspeaker is practically becoming my son's personal domain..."

The village committee meeting room was dimly lit.

The meeting room door was open, and Chen Youwei was pacing at the door. When he saw Chen Wenfeng come in, he immediately grabbed him and asked him to sit down inside.

Accountant Wang hurriedly said:

"Wenfeng, the village chief's voice is hoarse, so he asked me to call you here. We were thinking of going up the mountain to look for you if you didn't come soon."

"Oh, Uncle Youwei, what's wrong with your throat?"

Accountant Wang said, "The village chief caught a cold, don't ask."

Chen Youwei swallowed hard, looking pained, and then said in a very weak voice:

"It's not that I caught a cold, it's just that the scallions with dipping sauce were too sweet..."

Chen Wenfeng was speechless; this was truly nauseating. He said to Chen Youwei:

"Uncle Youwei, you don't need to say anything. Just rest for a while. Didn't you call Sun Fugui over to take a look?"

Chen Youwei waved his hand without speaking. Accountant Wang quickly said:

"They examined me, prescribed some medicine, and left, saying I'd be fine in a few days."

Chen Wenfeng stopped asking questions and said to Accountant Wang:

"Uncle Wang, what brings you here so late?"

Accountant Wang glanced at Chen Youwei, who nodded at him. Accountant Wang then said:

"Wenfeng, there's an experience exchange meeting in town at 10 a.m. tomorrow. Our village has one spot. This was arranged beforehand," Accountant Wang paused, then glanced at Chen Youwei.

Chen Youwei sighed, and with great effort, said:

"Speak up, say whatever you want to say, stop hiding things."

After saying these words, Chen Youwei seemed to have all his strength drained away, and he slumped into the chair.

Accountant Wang no longer hesitated and continued:

"Our village originally planned to send Han Laosi to this exchange meeting, but his family situation is a bit messy, and he's having an ambiguous relationship with that female secretary. The town leaders overheard this and scolded the village chief on the phone, saying that if Chenjiazhuang doesn't have anyone else, he shouldn't come..."

Chen Youwei, whose body had been limp, suddenly sat up straight and roared in a weak, hoarse voice:

"Are you playing dumb with me? Let's not even talk about the wheel!"

Chen Wenfeng rarely saw Chen Youwei lose his temper. At this moment, Chen Youwei was extremely agitated, his expression exaggerated, but his shouts sounded as if they had been remotely muted, making it strangely comical. However, Chen Wenfeng knew he shouldn't laugh at this moment, so he forcefully suppressed his laughter, enduring it again and again. Finally, unable to hold back any longer, he coughed a few times and said:

"Uncle Youwei, don't be angry. It's all because of that Han Laosi's unreliability."

Chen Wenfeng knew that Chen Youwei was not angry because of Accountant Wang, but because he had been scolded by the leader and lost face because of Han Laosi, so he took the opportunity to shift the blame to Han Laosi.

Of course, his words also helped to extricate Accountant Wang from a difficult situation.

Accountant Wang glanced at Chen Wenfeng with gratitude in her eyes and continued:

"Actually, the village chief wanted you to share your experience from the beginning, but firstly, you didn't want to go, and secondly, Han Laosi somehow managed to make a name for himself in town and got caught. It's better this way now, after all, we all wanted you to represent Chenjiazhuang."

After Accountant Wang finished speaking, she glanced nervously at Chen Youwei. This time, Chen Youwei nodded, presumably satisfied with what Accountant Wang had said.

"Uncle Wang, what's the scale of this event? Who's participating? I need to find out." Chen Wenfeng asked after listening to Accountant Wang's introduction.

"Initially, it was an experience-sharing meeting organized by the town mayor, but later the mayor didn't participate much anymore. It was mainly attended by other leaders, as well as village chiefs, village representatives, and successful entrepreneurs from nearby villages. As a successful entrepreneur representative from our village, you can just share your experience at the meeting."

Chen Wenfeng roughly understood that although this experience exchange meeting was not very large, it was important because town leaders were participating and, more importantly, it was a competition between the villages. That's why Chen Youwei cared so much about it.

This kind of competition and concern, to some extent, represents the village chief's determination and hope for the village to become prosperous, just as Chen Youwei encouraged himself in the process of contracting Jiming Mountain.

Although Chen Wenfeng dislikes meetings and prefers to get things done in a down-to-earth manner, as he likes to say:

"Collect more manure when you have time, and go to the market less when you don't."

But for the sake of Chen Family Village's reputation, Chen Wenfeng finally nodded in agreement.

Seeing that Chen Wenfeng had agreed, Accountant Wang breathed a sigh of relief, and Chen Youwei also smiled.

Although the exchange meeting was simple and the atmosphere wasn't too serious, Chen Wenfeng, as a representative of those who had become wealthy, still needed to make some preparations. He said to Accountant Wang:

"Uncle Wang, I need a script, just talking won't do it justice!"

Accountant Wang seemed to have anticipated Chen Wenfeng's question. He got up and went out for a moment, then quickly returned.

When she returned, Accountant Wang handed Chen Wenfeng a few pages of manuscript paper and said:

"Here are a few pages of Han's previous experience sharing manuscript, and a few pages of paragraphs that I drafted for you. Go back and read them, add the relevant information and experience about Jiming Mountain, and that will be it. After all, my writing is not accurate enough."

How thoughtful! Chen Wenfeng took the manuscript paper and saw that it was filled with neat and beautiful handwriting in pen.

Chen Wenfeng asked, "Uncle Wang, is this your handwriting?"

"right."

"This is so well written!"

"It's just random writing."

Chen Wenfeng clicked his tongue as he looked at it. He hadn't expected Accountant Wang to write such beautiful characters. He suddenly thought of Li Cuie and couldn't help but feel a little sad. He wondered if Li Cuie and his third uncle, Chen Shouxin, had broken up.

Some people are just ungrateful for their good fortune and don't care about others' business.

Chen Wenfeng pulled his thoughts back and carefully read the contents of the manuscript. Not to mention Han Laosi's previous content, which was quite well written, even he, who knew nothing about the soy sauce industry, found it very interesting.

As for the content about Jiming Mountain that he wrote specifically for it, Chen Wenfeng felt that not a single word needed to be changed. He only needed to add a little bit of data when sharing his experience.

He quickly scanned the contents of the manuscript, folded it up, put it in his pocket, and said:

"Uncle Wang, I've finished reading it, no problem. What time do we leave tomorrow?"

"The meeting is at 10 a.m. tomorrow. It's only a half-hour bike ride from there. Let's leave at 9 a.m. so we can get there a little earlier."

"No problem. If there's nothing else, I'll head back now; I need to go back up the mountain soon!"

Seeing that everything was arranged, Chen Youwei signaled to Accountant Wang to see Chen Wenfeng off.

After the two left the village committee compound, Chen Wenfeng said:

"Uncle Wang, don't see me off, go back."

"Okay, drive carefully. By the way, the village chief's throat isn't from eating scallions with soy sauce."

"I know, haha, it's because of Han Laosi's matter! Go back, I'll be at the village committee first thing tomorrow morning."