More than half an hour later, Zhang Cheng led seventy-three men in a grand procession toward the rural credit cooperative.
President Zhou had already made arrangements, and the matter was handled on a case-by-case basis.
In less than two hours, all seventy-three people received personal credit loans of 300 yuan each, totaling 21,900 yuan.
Subsequently, Zhang Cheng asked the old village chief to represent the village committee and borrow 5,000 yuan.
I received a total of 26,900 yuan.
Zhang Cheng counted out three hundred yuan and gave it to Zhang Da Nao:
"Uncle Big Head, take the uncles and aunts who helped out and go to the supply and marketing cooperative. Buy whatever you want, it's on me."
As for those who didn't help, Zhang Cheng could understand, but he wouldn't spend any more money on them.
With the money in his pocket, Zhang Cheng rode the women's bicycle with Zhang Jianhao on the back, heading straight for South Street.
To his surprise, the shop on South Street was already open.
Li Yuanyuan was sweeping fallen leaves in front of the door with a broom and dustpan.
She looked up and saw Zhang Cheng, and a bright smile immediately bloomed on her pretty face as she quickly walked over to him.
"Jianhao, go and ask around the neighborhood where there are craftsmen who can make signboards," Zhang Cheng instructed Zhang Jianhao.
"Okay!" Zhang Jianhao replied and left.
Zhang Cheng then looked at Li Yuanyuan: "Are you getting used to living alone?"
"I'm not used to it." Li Yuanyuan stared straight at him with her big, watery eyes.
Zhang Cheng's lips twitched almost imperceptibly: "How about I call Zhao Qingwan over to keep you company?"
"I'd rather you were with me."
Zhang Cheng ignored this question and went into the store:
"Go find two carpenters later and have them build two counters over here. Also, this light bulb is too dim; replace it with a 100-watt one. And buy some paper and pens; I'll need them."
Seeing Zhang Cheng's businesslike demeanor, Li Yuanyuan also abandoned her flirtatious attitude, took out a small notebook and pen from her pocket, and carefully wrote it down.
A short while later, Zhang Jianhao came running back, panting: "Brother, there's a general store on the street corner ahead. The owner says he can make signboards!"
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