Me! A high-ranking official!

At this point, the woman slightly raised her chin and put forward a timeframe: "However, I also have a request. I hope that Mr. Zhao can complete the land transfer of these 500 acres within a month, that is, before the end of June. As long as the land is signed, I will transfer every penny of the special funds for road construction donation into the town government or village committee's public account."

The woman's eyes gleamed with confidence: "A month later, in early July, although the solar term will be a little late, some summer-planted medicinal herbs can still be sown. As long as this first batch of herbs is planted, before the Lunar New Year this year, the villagers of Luo Family Village will be able to reap their first real harvest from this land!"

He listened with fervor, nodding vigorously: "Don't worry, boss! Although there's uncertainty about my job change, as long as I'm in Luo Family Village, I'll dedicate my life to this project! Even if I'm transferred away in the future, this is still my root in Luo Family Village, and I will keep a close eye on this project to ensure its successful implementation!"

"With Mr. Zhao's words, I've made the most of those millions." The woman smiled and nodded, pressing the control lever on her wheelchair. "In that case, I won't disturb Mr. Zhao's rest any longer. I look forward to your good news."

He got up and escorted the woman out of the courtyard, watching as the bodyguards carried her into the black Toyota MPV.

With a "bang," the car door slammed shut, the car started, and slowly drove away from the village committee compound.

He stood there, quietly watching the taillights gradually disappear into the dark night and the end of the bumpy dirt road. A gust of evening wind blew by, but instead of feeling the slightest bit of coolness, he felt a fire burning fiercely in his chest, and an unprecedented surge of energy welled up throughout his body!

Yes, because of the ironclad rule of "nepotism," he could receive a transfer order at any time and have to leave at any moment. However, this Chinese medicinal herb planting project is the core driving force that can truly enable Luojia Village to achieve a large-scale rural economic cycle! This is also the most valuable political legacy that Zhao Jianguo, during his brief tenure in this area, can leave for this land and these simple and honest people!

Even if he can only serve as a paving stone, he must pave the way to prosperity for Luo Family Village before he leaves!

Thinking of this, he took a deep breath, turned around and strode back to his dormitory, took out his phone, and dialed the number of village chief Luo Shuishan.

"Beep...beep...beep..."

The phone rang for a long time, and no one answered it until it automatically disconnected.

He frowned, unsure whether the old fox had genuinely not heard him or was deliberately ignoring his call as the village secretary late at night. He wasn't in a hurry, so he went to the washroom to wash his face with cold water to calm himself down completely. After waiting for about ten minutes, he dialed again.

This time, after ringing seven or eight times, the phone was finally answered. Luo Shuishan's slightly tired and perfunctory voice came through: "Hello, Secretary Zhao, what instructions do you have so late at night?"

Without exchanging pleasantries, he immediately adopted the aura of a top leader and said in a deep voice, "Village Chief Shuishan, I plan to convene an expanded meeting of the Village Party Branch Committee at the village committee tomorrow morning to discuss important matters concerning the village! At the same time, I hope that you and Village Director Luo Ming will come to the village committee now, immediately. The three of us must meet and discuss this before tomorrow's formal meeting!"

Luo Shuishan on the other end of the phone was clearly stunned.

A village Party branch meeting? This is a formal meeting that is only held when it involves the disposal of major village collective assets or extremely important matters. In Luojia Village, such a meeting is usually held less than once a year. Even if the town forces it to be held, it is just a formality and a reading of documents.

His sudden shift in tone in the middle of the night, announcing that he had important matters to discuss and needed to meet that very night, immediately made Luo Shuishan uneasy. He instinctively tried to decline, saying, "Uh... Secretary Zhao, isn't this a bit too sudden? I have some personal business to attend to in town tomorrow morning, so perhaps..."

"Village Chief Shuishan!" Before Luo Shuishan could finish his excuses, Zhao Jianguo interrupted him, his tone unusually serious and carrying an undeniable air of authority: "This matter concerns the future livelihoods of hundreds of households in the village, and whether our Luo Family Village can truly turn its fortunes around! Even if it's something incredibly important for you tomorrow, you have to postpone it! I hope that as the village chief, you can prioritize the greater good!"

There was an instant, deathly silence on the other end of the phone.

Luo Shuishan was clearly surprised that Zhao Jianguo, who usually seemed amiable and easy to talk to, suddenly became a different person tonight, with such a domineering and forceful attitude!

After being severely reprimanded by Zhao Jianguo, Luo Shuishan was unsure of what to do. What if it really was something important involving funding or policy from above, and he had delayed it because of his shirking? He, as the village chief, couldn't bear the blame.

A few seconds later, Luo Shuishan suppressed his dissatisfaction and replied in a curt tone, "Fine! Since Secretary Zhao has put it this way, you're prioritizing the bigger picture, right? I'd like to see what that bigger picture is! I'll inform Luo Ming right away, we'll be there immediately!"

After saying that, Luo Shuishan hung up the phone with a "click".

Zhao Jianguo sat alone in his simple office, looking at the planning map of Luojia Village on the wall, and carefully went through the whole thing in his mind again.

Luo Family Village has a total of just over 1,200 mu of arable land. That woman just asked for 500 mu, which is almost half of the village's land! Moreover, for this kind of large-scale modern medicinal herb cultivation, the land must be as concentrated and contiguous as possible, and it is absolutely impossible to have patches of land scattered here and there.

The transfer of 500 mu of land involves the vital interests of hundreds of villagers. This kind of work cannot be accomplished by him alone, even if he runs himself ragged and talks himself hoarse.

He needed the deep involvement of the village committee, especially the full support of Luo Shuishan, the village head and party secretary. Luo Shuishan had been deeply entrenched in the village for decades and possessed both prestige and influence. Only with his support could the land be transferred smoothly.

About half an hour later, heavy footsteps were heard in the courtyard.

Luo Shuishan and village head Luo Ming entered the meeting room one after the other.