The next morning, the reporters once again took various means of transportation to Hushan Village. This time, they met Huo Qianli as they wished.
But there was only one Huo Qianli, so everyone had to follow Liu Xiaoyu's suggestion and proceed in order.
While waiting, needless to say, everyone focused their attention on the village cadres and villagers who came to read the newspapers.
A reporter felt relieved after interviewing Huo Qianli. He ran to the store to buy a bottle of drink, and when he was getting the change, he suddenly had an idea and interviewed the store owner.
The shop owner was flattered. He sat up straight, handed out cigarettes and poured water, and told the boss everything he knew.
Of course, all the words were good.
Just when the store owner was praising Cadre Huo and the college students to the skies, a resentful little fat boy walked by silently. When he heard what the store owner said, he pursed his lips in hatred and secretly spat.
Naturally, this movement did not escape the eyes of reporters.
He looked at his boss and asked tentatively, "Your son seems to have a different opinion on what you just said?"
Unexpectedly, the shop owner did not hide his feelings and said with a smile: "This Murakami is probably the only one who hates these college students. In six days, he was beaten four times. The last beating was a bit too heavy. The hook (butt) broke it open. He asked for two days off."
The boss was a little helpless, "Come to think of it, it's my fault. But when I see other kids are so capable, they can get into college, and they are sensible, smart and hardworking, then I look at him and I get angry! I feed him well every day, but he can't even pass the exam! Do you think he should be beaten?"
Seeing the boss getting more and more angry and about to pick up the fat boy and beat him up, the reporter quickly held him down and said, "He deserves to be beaten! He deserves to be beaten! But bear with it, he is your biological child after all."
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As lunchtime approached, Huo Qianli took the opportunity of going to the toilet to pull Gu Daqiang aside and asked him to ask the canteen to prepare some food. There was no need to prepare large amounts of fish or meat, just a few pots of vegetables, a large spoon, and then give each person a plate and a pair of chopsticks, and they could eat at the buffet.
Gu Daqiang listened to Huo Qianli's explanation of the meaning of the buffet, and sucked his teeth, "Isn't it a bit neglectful?"
"It's okay, they won't mind." Huo Qianli smiled and raised his eyebrows, "Don't charge too much, ten yuan per person will be enough."
Gu Daqiang was stunned for a moment, then said hesitantly, "You really charge money? I heard that reporters are very fierce. If we piss them off, they will write bad things about us and that will be a disaster!"
Huo Qianli shook his head, "Don't worry, they will not only give us the money, but also praise us."
By noon, in the small cafeteria, the journalists lined up with their plates in hand, ordered their steaming hot meals, and then sat down at the table, eating comfortably and contentedly.
"I thought I was going to have instant noodles for lunch again! I didn't expect to be able to eat a hot meal."
"Yes! Although Hushan Village is indeed poor and backward, it is really interesting! The village organization has done a great job within its capabilities."
"Indeed, look at that newspaper stand, it's just two wooden boards, but it can achieve the desired effect. The same is true for this small canteen, it's not fancy or ostentatious, but it can provide hot meals for occasional guests. The village organization is really doing a good job."
"I think the most important thing is to collect money. Treating everyone equally and giving money to everyone who comes will first eliminate the freeloaders that have bankrupted many grassroots organizations, and secondly, it will create benefits for the collective. This is truly based on the interests of the villagers and the collective interests."
"I just asked around. The staff of the canteen are all villagers from Murakami. They selected some housewives with good cooking skills and took turns to do the cooking. They also get paid every day!"
They are all current affairs reporters, and they do have a high level of thinking.
"Hey! Now that you mention it, this meal has some meaning! It's a pity that there's no extra charge for extra rice or dishes, otherwise I would definitely order a few more bowls!"
"It's good that it's not wasted. The food is really good. I'll go get some more."
"I went to get a bowl of soup to smooth my stomach, but I choked!"
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There were bursts of laughter in the small cafeteria. Gu Daqiang, who had been standing next door and eavesdropped, finally put his mind at ease. He went home and gave Huo Qianli a thumbs up in admiration.
Huo Qianli smiled modestly and continued to eat.
Lao Tang, who hadn't sat at the dinner table with everyone these days, had a lot to say. Now he found a way to say it, and explained with a smile: "When they are out and about, they can have a hot and filling meal for ten yuan. There is no reason for them to be unhappy."
Gu Daqiang hummed, then realized that he was using his own financial situation to speculate about the reporter. To the reporter, ten dollars was really nothing.
"Giving money has another benefit." Lao Tang chuckled, "If they pay, they won't feel like they owe anyone a favor or have any psychological burden for an ordinary meal. They can write whatever they want. Ten dollars is a good deal!"
"You should be grateful to those who have helped you and be soft-hearted when you receive something from others!" Gu Daqiang understood immediately, and then his face changed slightly, "Then we didn't show them some appreciation, so we have to be very kind, right?"
Lao Tang sneered, "He who comes here to collect red envelopes is no different from a beast. Why would you bother with him?"
After hearing what Lao Tang said, Gu Daqiang was completely relieved. "Well, when they go back and write some reports, our six months will be complete!"
Lao Tang groaned, stretched out his chopsticks and pointed in the direction of the village committee, "These are just some cold dishes to keep the place together. The main dishes haven't been served yet."
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