He snorted coldly, "All day long you keep saying you want to make money, get rich, and live a good life, but when good things really come, you're still nitpicking and afraid of this and that. You deserve to be poor your whole life!"
The middle-aged man shrank his neck. There was nothing he could do since the old bamboo craftsman was his uncle and he could only accept the scolding.
However, the other villagers looked at each other silently, feeling that this old man Jun was hiding something else!
Of course, the old bamboo craftsman was cursing for everyone to hear, and after he said this, the voices of opposition were indeed reduced.
Gao Qiang smiled and said, "Everyone, let me say something. Let's see if it's right. Our Zhuyang Village has been poor for so many years. Is there anyone who doesn't want to live a good life?"
No one spoke, everyone shook their heads.
"Since we all want to live a good life, why haven't we lived one? It's not like we can't endure hardships. People in their sixties and seventies still carry more than 100 kilograms of things up and down hills, and they are busy every day, but why are we still poor?"
Gao Qiang paused and said, "To be honest, is it because we don't have the ability to find a suitable path?"
"But now, Secretary Huo and the town officials have found a way for us. At least this way seems feasible. So why are we still hesitating? Are we going to stay poor forever? If you are poor, your children will be poor, and your grandchildren will be poor too. If you live in this poverty all your life, will anyone feel comfortable?"
It was originally a well-planned speech, but Gao Qiang became really excited as he spoke, "I envy the other Hushan Village every day. The other Hushan Village also risked their lives to follow Secretary Huo and worked hard for several years to get to where they are today!"
As he said this, he slammed the table and said in a deep voice: "I have made up my mind about this matter! Those who are willing to work with me can stay, and those who are not willing can leave now! I promise that I will never target anyone just because someone leaves! It's all voluntary!"
Everyone looked at me and I looked at you.
In the end, no one stood up.
The old bamboo craftsman, standing aside, breathed a sigh of relief.
Gao Qiang was excited. "Great! You all are great! I believe that as long as we work together, the future will definitely not be worse than that of Hushan Village! Next, Uncle Jun, can you tell us how we should deal with this matter first?"
The old bamboo craftsman glanced at the crowd, raised his rough and dry hands and pointed at a few people, "You guys, come to my house in the next few days, we will study these high-end things thoroughly first, and then those who are willing to learn this craft and master it can go to the village chief to sign up, and we will organize a... training class to teach everyone! I will take care of the technical matters (that's it)! As for the rest, village chief, you can take care of it!"
Gao Qiang nodded and explained to everyone, "We also went to see the layout of the bamboo art village, the way each household cooperates, how to assign tasks, etc. I will go to the town leaders in the next few days to discuss this matter and come up with an implementation plan."
He smiled and said, "Then let's make a deal. The village will set up a research group and let Uncle Jun lead the team. We will study the technology together. The rest of you will wait for my notice. We will work together to promote this matter. Is that right?"
He was responded to by a sparse and hesitant response.
The old bamboo craftsman yelled with a stern face, "Didn't any of you eat? Did I spend so much time talking to the village chief just for the two of us? You thought you were helping us by agreeing to this! You two can't even figure out the smallest things. I just want to ask you one question: do you want to make money? Do you want to get rich?"
"think!"
Everyone finally shouted in unison.
"Louder!"
"think!"
The simplest way arouses the purest emotions.
The old bamboo craftsman snorted, "That's right! Just shout it out if you want to! You make a lot of money as if I begged you for it!"
......
The hustle and bustle and the dust settling down of Zhuyang Village were not within Huo Qianli's consideration.
Or to be more precise, when he planned this road for Zhuyang Village and at the same time reviewed his life experience and consulted a large amount of information to indicate the objects for their investigation, he already knew that there was no problem with Zhuyang Village.
What he needs to deal with right now is the situation in Niujiao Village.
After Xu Yanting replied to him after only one night of discussion that there was no problem with the general direction and that they could start discussing the details, he arranged for Cao Qingfeng to personally take charge of the matter while he picked up his cell phone and called Professor Qi.
On the phone, he briefly talked to Professor Qi about the model he had built with Xu Yanting. After sorting out the key points, Professor Qi praised Huo Qianli's idea.
Of course, from Huo Qianli's perspective, the other party's "excessive" praise was probably because it helped their expert group solve a big problem.
After all, after making this clear, the expert group's plan had a clear direction, which was to use grapefruit as the main fruit and match it with other seasonal fruits. After meeting the consumption of the industrial park, it could be put on the market for sale.
Professor Qi readily promised: "The soil data will be available this afternoon, and we will have a few days to discuss it. I will lead the team again next Monday at the latest, and I will be able to submit a preliminary plan to you!"
Huo Qianli hurriedly thanked him, and Professor Qi chuckled, "We study agriculture for these things, it's our job, no need to thank me!"
Huo Qianli said quickly: "That's different. For the people of Niujiao Village, you and the experts are the guiding light. Without you, how can they have a bright future!"
Professor Qi laughed, "If there really is such a beautiful tomorrow, Secretary Huo, you can accompany me to Niujiao Village to ask for a glass of wine, and the old man will be satisfied!"
"No problem! It's settled! Haha!"
After hanging up the phone, Huo Qianli was just sighing at the noble character of the older generation when Wang Wei hurried to the door.
"Secretary Huo, Village Chief Huang from Niujiao Village is here! He looks very worried."
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