What exactly is Zhang Cheng trying to do? Well, what else could it be but to get his fellow villagers to help him raise money, through loans!

Zhangjia Village has about fifty households, with each household having at least four or five people and some having more than a dozen.

Of those who have passed away, young and old, there are definitely 120 to 130 people who are eligible for loans.

These days, interest-free loans are as easy as a joke.

Bring your household registration booklet and you can get a minimum loan of 200 yuan. If you have something to pledge, the minimum loan amount is 500 yuan.

Take Zhang Cheng's house, for example. He bought it for 1,500 yuan, then mortgaged it and managed to get a loan of 3,000 yuan. Tell me, isn't that outrageous?

This is just a personal credit loan. If the village provides a guarantee, another round can be arranged.

Then, the village could use that small amount of fruit production to its advantage and secure a collective loan.

What's even more amazing is that there isn't a blacklist yet, so why aren't you using it?

Rural credit cooperatives had no choice but to accept the loss and treat it as a bad debt.

Zhang Cheng thought to himself that if the villagers were determined to help him, they could raise at least 30,000 to 40,000 yuan.

These days, it's very easy for farmers to get loans, but it's incredibly difficult for workers and businessmen to borrow money.

...

In Wangcun, Wang Jian's living room was piled with seven or eight sacks of Polygonatum and Panax notoginseng.

His mother was beaming with pride. Lately, whenever the villagers saw her, they would praise Wang Jian for being successful and capable. Not only had he made a fortune himself, but he was also thinking of helping everyone else to prosper.

In just over half a month, dozens of people from Wang Village visited forty or fifty villages and collected at least ten thousand catties of Panax notoginseng and Polygonatum sibiricum.

To put it bluntly, in Wangcun now, there are hardly any households left that can afford to pull out ten yuan. All the money has been turned into these medicinal herbs.

"Jianzi, you've collected so much, when are you going to take it to the county to sell?" Wang Jimin limped into Wang Jian's house and asked as soon as he opened his mouth.

"Soon, just one or two days!" Wang Jian couldn't hide his smugness. "That Polygonatum gift box, Zhang Ergouzi sells it for twenty-one yuan a box, right? Humph, we'll sell it for ten yuan! Then, I'll see where Zhang Ergouzi will cry!"

The thought of snatching Zhang Ergouzi's business and crushing him made Wang Jimin chuckle with excitement.

"By the way, the village chief said that Zhang Ergouzi probably has some shady dealings with the supply and marketing cooperative. We need to be careful when we sell, so that no one catches us of speculation or profiteering, or we'll suffer huge losses," Wang Jimin reminded him.

"What could Zhang Ergouzi possibly have to do with the supply and marketing cooperative!" Wang Jian scoffed dismissively. They were all from humble backgrounds; who didn't know the other's background?

In Wang Jian's view, Zhang Cheng was able to make this deal by "feeding" those officials in the supply and marketing cooperative. If Zhang Ergouzi could feed them, why couldn't Wang Jian do the same?

Wang Jian had already planned it out: he would sell the Polygonatum gift box for ten yuan, keep five yuan for himself, and give the remaining five yuan as a "tribute" to the leaders of the supply and marketing cooperative.

Even if we take a step back and assume the worst, the villages in Funing County that produce Polygonatum and Panax notoginseng have basically been wiped out by the people from Wang Village. Even if Zhang Ergouzi wanted to sell, he wouldn't have any stock left. The people at the supply and marketing cooperative who want to make money have no choice but to cooperate with Wang Jian.

This was Wang Jian's confidence. He refused to believe that anyone in this world would turn down money! The jar was ready, just waiting for the turtle to arrive.

...

Meanwhile, Zhang Da Nao returned to Zhangjia Village and headed straight for the old village chief's house.

"What did you say? Er Gouzi wants everyone in the village between eighteen and fifty years old to go to the county?" The old village chief stared wide-eyed at Zhang Da's large head. "What is he trying to do?"

"How would I know!" Zhang Da Nao scratched the back of his head awkwardly. "Oh right, Er Gouzi also told me to tell you to bring the village's official seal and stuff."

The old village chief frowned deeply, truly unable to understand what Zhang Cheng was up to. However, trusting Zhang Cheng, he didn't ask further, turned around, went inside, and retrieved the large gong. "I'll go call for help right now."

"Uncle, I'll go to Wang Village first."

"What are you doing in Wang Village? Let me tell you, don't do anything reckless!"

"Ergouzi told me to sell the leftover Polygonatum and Panax notoginseng from our village to Wang Jian and his gang!"

"Huh?" The old village chief was even more bewildered, completely unable to fathom Zhang Cheng's intentions. He could only shake his head and say, "Since it was Er Gouzi who arranged it, then you can go!"

The old village chief carried a large gong and wandered around the village, striking it loudly.

About ten minutes later, the village committee courtyard was filled with people of all ages.

"Folks, Er Gouzi sent a message through Da Naozi, telling us all to go to the county..."

As soon as the old village chief finished speaking, the people below began to murmur among themselves.

...

It was at this time that Zhang Cheng found Zhao Daming in the county town and asked him to go to the rural credit cooperative together.

"Brother, are you asking me to guarantee your loan?" Zhao Daming asked curiously.

"No!" Zhang Cheng shook his head with a smile. "However, it does have something to do with loans. I'm planning to meet with the head of the rural credit cooperative, but I'm worried that I'm not influential enough and they won't see me. That's why I wanted to ask you, brother, to help me out."

"Oh, I see!" Zhao Daming nodded. "Alright then, shall we go now?"

"Um!"

The two left the police station, got on their motorcycle, and headed towards the rural credit cooperative.

When the credit union teller heard that it was Chief Zhao from the police station who wanted to see the bank manager, she thought there had been some kind of case and quickly ran to report it.

Shortly after, Zhou Min, the president of the rural credit cooperative, came out to greet the two.

After a few polite words, Zhang Cheng got straight to the point.

"Director Zhou, it's like this, all the villagers in our village who are of loan age will be coming to apply for interest-free personal credit loans this time. So I'd like to ask if you could approve a larger loan amount?" Zhang Cheng asked directly.

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