"Haha, our special economic zones and foreign capital still lack one thing—a labor force cheaper than the urban population!"

Zhang Hongcheng smiled and revealed the secret that was worthless in later generations.

"If people in other places don't change their mindsets, how can they be willing to mobilize farmers to go to the coastal areas to work?"

The eldest brother Yu seemed to be thinking about something, while the youngest brother Ou Jian looked incredulous.

“Farmers moving into the city?!”

Zhang Hongcheng's tone was extremely firm.

"After the household contract responsibility system was implemented, the countryside simply didn't need that many rural people, so what would happen to the extra rural people when they were not working during the farming season?"

"Infrastructure and labor-intensive industries are all short of people."

"If we don't rely on our peasant comrades, do we have to rely on those second-rate people in the city who are just getting by?"

Ou Jian didn't know what he was thinking, his face turned red for a long time, but he finally held it back.

Boss Yu let out a breath.

"No wonder you said the higher-ups would select capable young cadres to go down to the grassroots level. I'm afraid this is... going to be difficult."

"Don't worry, there will be a meeting soon to resolve the issues that everyone is most concerned about."

Zhang Hongcheng silently added in his heart: This is not Z, but the S route with national characteristics.

"So where are you going? The coast?"

When Zhang Hongcheng heard Ou Jian's question, his face suddenly became bitter.

He had started planning for this several years earlier, preparing for a rainy day. The 550,000 "leaks" in cotton were the icing on the cake in his plan.

But who knew that when the time came, he would be severely betrayed by his old leader.

"Probably not going to the coast, maybe... the northwest..."

Boss Yu and Ou Jian looked at each other and gave a thumbs-up to someone at the same time.

"Lao Liu (Sixth Brother), I misjudged you before. You are the real one!"

Zhang Hongcheng lowered his head and took another sip of Xinghuabai.

——You bastard Old Li, you were the only one who took the most of the apricot blossom white that I brought back back then!

How much face and money did I give you in Shanghai?

I asked you to help me find a place to grow cotton, but you actually cheated me without telling me?

But the matter was done. The cunning Minister Li had already reclaimed 30,000 acres of cotton fields in a county in his hometown in the northwest, waiting for his seeds and his visit.

The city even took the initiative to transfer the county chief, leaving only an old clerk Ji.

Northwest, poor county!

Zhang Hongcheng drank another cup with a sad face.

I have always been good at planning and strategizing, but my dream of becoming the chief officer of a coastal port has been shattered...