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

Chen Wenfeng raised his voice and said:

"I have a question for everyone: What is the purpose of starting a business?"

"Is that even a question? Just make more money!"

Someone in the audience answered. Chen Wenfeng nodded and continued, "..."

"And then what happens after you make money?"

People fell silent. It wasn't that they didn't have an answer, but they couldn't very well say in such a public setting that they would spend their money on good food and drinks, watches, sewing machines, bicycles, or even televisions. While doing so wouldn't be inherently wrong, saying it publicly felt a bit hedonistic.

Chen Wenfeng, of course, guessed what people were thinking, and he continued:

"I know even if you don't say it, you just want to buy him, buy him, buy him! But what else is there besides buying, buying, buying?"

Aside from spending money on pleasure, they couldn't think of anything else for the time being.

Accountant Wang was a little confused after Chen Wenfeng said that.

Chen Youwei didn't know what Chen Wenfeng was up to, but he knew that the kid was definitely plotting something bad.

This time, Chen Wenfeng didn't speak immediately. Instead, he deliberately let the air in the conference room fall silent for half a minute, waiting for the atmosphere to become awkward and heavy before he spoke:

"Actually, everyone is overthinking it. We make money so that we can live a better life. We've endured so many years of hardship, and now that reform and opening up have begun, the spring breeze is blowing, and we must seize the opportunity to create wealth. But we are all representatives of getting rich. There may only be one or two in a village. There are still many families who can't even afford pure white flour. They can only eat mixed flour or coarse noodles."

"As representatives of those who have made a fortune, shouldn't we do something? The answer is definitely yes. Let's not wait until we've made a fortune before we start doing many small things."

Chen Wenfeng's few words had completely silenced the people present. They stared at Chen Wenfeng, as if their emotions had been infected by his.

"My name is Chen Wenfeng. I set up a chicken farm on the barren mountain in Chenjiazhuang. The chicken farm only started this summer and was only recently connected to electricity. Although it has only been a few months and we currently only have 400 laying hens, it has been a very difficult journey. In the process of setting up the chicken farm, we could not have done without the support of Chen Youwei, the village chief of Chenjiazhuang."

Hearing Chen Wenfeng praise him in public, Chen Youwei straightened his back even more. Chen Wenfeng then slowed his speech and continued in a very affectionate tone:

"Of course, it also owes much to the current favorable policies and the folks in Chenjiazhuang. So even before my chicken farm had any laying hens, I went to buy eggs from the villagers. The price was much higher than what the supply and marketing cooperative offered."

"Now that the chicken farm is producing eggs, I'm buying fewer eggs, but I try my best to help sell any mountain produce I can find, and the prices are all higher than the market price. Although I've made money from it, I've also helped my fellow villagers."

"I've also reached an agreement with the Jiuzhou Hotel in the county town. In the future, I will supply the Jiuzhou Hotel with mountain products at a high price, so that while creating wealth for myself, I can also create more income for my fellow villagers."

"I believe the town organized this exchange meeting not only for us to exchange ideas, but also to share our experiences in getting rich and inspire more people to strive for a better life. I, Chen Wenfeng, am willing to contribute my share!"

That concludes my remarks. Thank you everyone!

After Chen Wenfeng finished speaking, he bowed deeply to the audience and left the stage to return to his seat without lingering.

The meeting room was quiet for a long time, then suddenly erupted in thunderous applause.

The representative from the catering industry cast an approving glance at Chen Wenfeng.

Accountant Wang already held Chen Wenfeng in high regard, and this time her admiration for him was like a surging river, endless and boundless.

Chen Youwei straightened his back even more. He felt that Chen Wenfeng was radiating light, sweeping away all the dark clouds that had shrouded him for the past two or three days.

The old gatekeeper, who was standing at the door, also heard Chen Wenfeng's speech. He slapped his thigh repeatedly, realizing he had no idea how great Chen Wenfeng was.

The town's staff member was also very excited. He was only a few years older than Chen Wenfeng and had just started working. He was also encouraged by Chen Wenfeng's words. As the applause gradually subsided, he took the lead several times to make the applause last for a very long time.

Chen Wenfeng sensed the people's emotions. His speech had almost moved him to tears. He secretly pinched his thigh, thinking to himself, "Don't be fooled by the applause." But then again, his acting was actually quite good. If he had known he could have such realistic acting skills, why would he bother raising chickens in his next life? Wouldn't it have been better to just enter the entertainment industry?

Just as people's attention was still focused on Chen Wenfeng, someone gently tapped the doorman standing at the door. The doorman turned around, saw him, and immediately made way for the person who walked steadily into the conference room.

Upon seeing him, the staff member exclaimed, "Mayor!"

Many of the attendees had met the town mayor before, but this was Chen Wenfeng's first time meeting him. He had met some civil servants in his previous life, but this was the first time he had met the mayor of Qiwang Town.

The town mayor's surname is Gao. How to describe his appearance and clothing? Chen Wenfeng felt that Mayor Gao didn't look like a leader at all; he looked like an old farmer.

He had dark skin, gray hair, and wore faded gray trousers and a jacket. He even had a straw hat on his head, but he took it off when he came in.

Mayor Gao did not make any grand pronouncements; he simply said a few words, expressing only one point: he affirmed Chen Wenfeng's idea and called on everyone to learn from Chen Wenfeng.

In the brief moment of their conversation, the staff member went out and returned, holding a red certificate and a red ribbon.

Mayor Gao invited Chen Wenfeng to the stage, presented him with the certificate, and put a red sash on him with a red silk flower on it.

Although Chen Wenfeng was very rational and clear-headed, he was still somewhat dizzy from receiving such a courteous reception.

Mayor Gao said a few more things, but he didn't hear them clearly. Only two sentences were heard clearly: the first was that he would be rewarded with 500 yuan, and the second was that all the eggs for the town's various departments would be supplied by Jimingshan.

On the way back, Chen Wenfeng wore a big red flower, which frequently attracted the attention of passersby.

Chen Wenfeng said to Accountant Wang:

"Uncle Wang, may I pick this big red flower?"

Just as Accountant Wang was about to speak, Chen Youwei said:

"Don't take it off, wear it, even when you go back to the village. Walk around the village a few times before going home."

Chen Wenfeng and Accountant Wang were very surprised:

"Village chief, is your throat better?"