I asked Secretary Li Jianguo for leave, and in the afternoon, I went to the county town with Sun Zongda, Xu Mei, and Sun Zongyuen in a small truck to deliver Spring Festival greetings to relevant departments, leaders in charge, and main leaders of the power supply, Economic Commission, Planning Commission, Industry and Commerce, Taxation and other departments.
The gifts aren't much; they're just a token of my appreciation. If I give too much, I'm afraid the leaders might overindulge their appetites. What if a corrupt official claims to have been involved in Sun Zongyuan's Qianhe Food Factory? That would be troublesome. Having learned about integrity in my past life, I'm well aware of the principle of "stretching your hand, or you'll be caught." I also don't want to add to the temptations of those who are less resolute. There's a saying that goes like this: Life's various temptations are hard to guard against. They're like bacteria, pervasive, corroding your tree of life and plunging you into irretrievable ruin.
Each section chief received a box of local specialties (canned fruit) and a box of six kilograms of eggs;
The deputy director in charge was given a box of canned fruit, a box of eggs, and five pounds of homemade peanut oil.
Several directors added two bottles of Wuliangye to the salary of deputy directors.
At that time, pork was 1.2 yuan per jin (approximately 1.5 yuan), peanut oil was 85 cents per jin (approximately 1.5 yuan), eggs were 60 cents per jin (approximately 1 yuan per jin), and roosters were 1 yuan per jin (approximately 1 yuan per jin). Was Wuliangye expensive? At that time, a bottle of 53-proof Moutai had a factory price of 8.4 yuan and a retail price of 11.4 yuan. Wuliangye retailed for 6.5 yuan per bottle, not much more expensive than a chicken.
That’s all, there is no corruption as outsiders think!
Corruption will only become a serious issue in the future. Compared with the previous life, corruption at this stage is just a drizzle.
When he went to the homes of Commissioner Shen Congde and Secretary Wang Peizhong, he gave them the same amount of gifts as he had given the director. However, before leaving, he gave them the 2,000 yuan dividend, which was the 1,000 yuan each they had invested in the previous period. The two leaders tried to stop them from accepting it, and refused to let him go. Sun Zongyuan had no choice but to say, "If you don't accept it, how will the others get their dividends?"
Finally, Shen Congde said:
"Just pay dividends for three years. After that, I'll take back my share capital and stop investing. This money is too hot to handle!"
For the leading cadres transferred from Honghua Township, those who had invested or lent money to the cannery in the early stage were paid back at double the amount, and those who had invested were also withdrawn. Some people did not want to return their shares, so Sun Zongyuan had to tell them that there would be no dividends or interest if the shares were kept in the cannery, so they had to give up.
It was already past seven when they got home. The three of them had a simple meal at Sun Zongyuan's house and then went their separate ways.
Sun Zongyuan found a bag, filled it with two bottles of Maotai, and carried two boxes of canned meat and fruit. He arrived at Li Jianguo's house, put down his things, said a few words briefly, and handed an envelope to Aunt Song:
"This is the dividend from our initial investment in the cannery. I gave it all to them today."
"I see quite a few. How many?"
"Didn't you invest 1,500 yuan in the early stages? This is 3,000 yuan, and it's all divided like this."
"It's too much. I didn't even think about dividends at the time. I think I'll just take that little money back next year. It's a bit of a burden."
In the 1980s, the country had not yet issued a ban on state officials engaging in business and running enterprises. At that time, the military still ran their own enterprises. For example, wasn’t Sanjiu Weitai produced by the military?
Therefore, some readers who are unaware of the truth should calculate based on historical prices. In an era when the average annual income of urban residents was 460 yuan and that of rural residents was 300 yuan, the income of the masses was still relatively low compared to the prices, and the professional ethics of the majority of cadres were still very serious, and it was unlikely that there would be violations of life discipline, work discipline, etc. in the future.
On February 8, 1986, the 30th day of the twelfth lunar month, Xu Mei and Sun Zongda doubled the amount of money the villagers had invested in the company, including the share capital and dividends.
Cleared, came with two boxes of canned goods.
Village chief Zhao Yuncheng only paid dividends. His wife lived in the countryside and the family was not well off. His two children were in school, so he decided to provide some relief. Privately, Sun Zongda gave them an extra ten kilograms of pork.
Because it was New Year's Eve, there were quite a few people coming to repair the road in the morning. The peak of business on the construction site had passed. Amateur saw that the township had sent militia to guard the construction site and the stones, so there was no hurry. The new son-in-law and daughter-in-law who had not yet married also had to have a good lunch and go back to their own homes. In the afternoon, the flow of people on the construction site was sparse.
Sun Zongyuan wandered around all morning, and officials from the work area and the various villages came to greet him from afar. He was a capable man. I'd never heard of a younger official, nor a richer boss. I heard they were opening a new factory after the New Year, so they'd be hiring. Wouldn't it be great to have one more person in our village? Working there was only 60 yuan a month, while raising pigs for a year only brought in a little over 50 yuan. If you calculated it, working in a factory was way better than raising pigs!
At 3:30 in the afternoon, he said hello to the section-level cadres on duty and went home with his wife to celebrate New Year's Eve in his hometown. His son had come back a few days ago and was spoiled by his grandmother every day. He didn't even say hello to his father when he saw him. He pulled his third uncle Sun Zongming and ran out with his friends like a sparrow.
He took out two bottles of Maotai worth 11.5 yuan from the box, took out the cooked pig offal, and took out two silver carp wrapped in oil paper from a cardboard box, each weighing six or seven pounds. He also took out fine golden tobacco for grandpa and two boxes of exquisite snacks for grandma.
The second brother Sun Zongta and the younger sister Sun Zongying were busy at home. The younger brother was killing a chicken and Sun Zongying was chopping cabbage stuffing. The chicken was not killed and ran to the roof with blood dripping from its neck. Sun Zongta was so angry that he wanted to climb up to kill it.
My sister was chopping stuffing with the sound of "clang clang," my grandfather was cleaning the yard, my grandmother was preparing to shred meat, my mother was peeling eggs, and my father was holding a pickaxe, figuring out how to break up a tree stump.
Let Sun Zongta call Wu Shaojie and four others over. The four people arrived soon and took over the work of lighting the fire and cooking. The whole yard was filled with laughter!
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