A new official starts with three things.
Zhang Hai went to the commune to be in charge of side businesses. His plan was to carry forward Jiang Wei's successful experience in Wulu Township.
This is almost impossible. The development of Jiangwei can be said to be created by Wan Feng alone. If Wan Feng has no interest in the development of Wulu Township, Zhang Hai will not be able to make much noise even if he blows out his eggs.
So Zhang Hai held Wan Feng's hand tightly and refused to let go, insisting that Wan Feng come up with a grand blueprint for Wulu Township.
"Don't even mention that there's no blueprint or red map. I don't have the time to earn political achievements for you right now."
Zhang Hai was stunned: "How can this be considered as political achievement? I'm doing this for the people."
"I don't object to you thinking about the people. I'm very busy right now, okay? I make hundreds of thousands of dollars a minute, and you want me to chat with you? If you really want to do it, just copy the development of Jiangwei. You are the witness and executor of Jiangwei's development. You know everything in your heart and don't need to ask anyone."
"That seems to make sense!" Zhang Hai agreed and began to fall into deep thought.
It is impossible to copy Jiang Wei's miracle, at least the big set after Wa cannot be copied. Others are worth referring to but they cannot be copied successfully.
Every successful case has its own specific environment. If you miss it, you will miss it forever.
Just like now, there are countless people from other villages and teams in Wulu Township working and doing business here in Jiangwei.
These villages and teams want to develop something, but they can’t even gather enough labor. What can they use to develop?
Recruit back those who work and do business in Jiangwei!
Is it possible? They have been working at Jiangwei for many years. Wan Feng thinks that nine out of ten people would not agree to give up the foundation they have laid and start from scratch.
Recruiting workers from other places!
You can try it, but the chances of success are not very high.
After ten o'clock, people who had personal connections with Han Guang's family arrived one after another. Seeing these people, Wan Feng became worried about the forty tables of banquets prepared for Han Guang's family.
Can I sit down here?
Will the price go up?
Li Quan also thought about this problem and called a few guys for help.
"Add one stool to each table."
A table originally seated eight people, but now with the addition of a stool it can seat one person, so forty tables can accommodate forty people.
Not to mention that I have no way to deal with poverty.
A group of people from the garment factory also came, including Luan Feng, Zhang Xuan, Jiang Min, Li Erman and other backbone personnel of the garment factory.
Liang Hongying also worked in the garment factory for three or four years, and they were good sisters.
"Feng'er, Hongying is married now, and you are the only one left among our old people. Zhang Xuan is half a daughter. You two are not planning to get married together, are you?" Li Erman said unintentionally.
Wan Feng and Zhang Xuan, who were sitting at the same table with them, listened attentively.
Wan Feng felt guilty and thought at first that Li Erman had hit him on purpose, but after confirming that Li Erman had done it unintentionally, he felt it was safer to stay away from these women.
Luan Feng’s task for Wan Feng was to reserve a seat at a table.
This is why he is sitting with women like Luan Feng now.
Now that the mission is accomplished, he quickly stood up and ran away. He was not going to discuss family matters with these women.
It was time for Han Guangjia to return, so Wan Feng left the hotel and walked onto the street outside.
At ten forty, the wedding procession finally emerged from Liutun on the Heiwu Highway in the west.
Someone shouted, "Here I come!" and Li Quan opened his voice.
"Everyone who helps, cheer up."
As soon as the wedding procession passed Shuangqiao Store, firecrackers started to go off.
The tape recorder played a cheerful traditional Chinese suona wedding song.
The car stopped at the door of the security convoy. Han Guangjia got out first, and then helped Liang Hongying get out of the car.
The moment he saw Liang Hongying, Wan Feng trembled all over.
At this moment, he deeply understood what it meant to be beautiful without wearing cotton and to freeze to death without blaming the heaven.
Even though you are getting married today, I didn’t ask you to wear so little clothes.
I don’t know which makeup artist designed the wedding dress, but Liang Hongying wore a red cheongsam and a white wedding gown.
What kind of outfit is this?
Look carefully, it's a cheongsam, without sleeves.
In the middle of winter, Liang Hongying's sleeveless cheongsam was disheveled in the wind.
How stupid is that person to design something like this in winter? Besides, Liang Hongying is dead, so why did she agree to this?
It’s said that cheongsam can outline your beautiful figure, but will it be others who suffer from the cold?
This outfit almost caused a small climax at the bay mouth.
Fortunately, the bridesmaid prepared a down jacket, which was draped over Liang Hongying as soon as she got out of the car. Otherwise, the distance from getting out of the car to entering the hotel would be enough to make Liang Hongying's nose and mouth twisted with cold.
After entering the house, the wedding began.
Without audio equipment or a large LED screen, the wedding ceremony would be meaningless.
Wan Feng had originally planned to make Liang Hongying and Han Guangjia look foolish at the wedding ceremony, but when he saw that Liang Hongying's face was so cold that she didn't even need to put on powder, and was whiter than the snow in Yangchun, he lost interest in joking.
According to tradition, after three bows, it is then sent to the dinner table.
The bridal chamber is in Han Guang's hometown, so we have to deliver food to wherever we go, so it won't be too late to go there after dinner.
Unfortunately, during dinner time, Wan Feng and Zhang Hai were seated at the same table again.
Everyone at this table is an important person, so Wan Feng has to join in the fun.
"I've figured it out. Our first step in developing Jiangwei was to start with brick and tile factories. We'll first have each village in Wulu Township open brick and tile factories, and then develop other things after we've accumulated enough capital."
Wan Feng choked on a mouthful of rice.
Are they all opening brick and tile factories? How many brick and tile factories would be needed in the more than ten villages of Wucaonawulu Township? And who would they sell their products to?
However, this idea is correct. Brick and tile factories are indeed projects that require little investment and have quick results for rural prosperity.
There was a peak in house building in rural areas in 1988, which was probably the last peak in house building in rural areas. Wan Feng remembered that in his previous life, he drove a tractor for others in those years, and after the shrimp pen in Heijiao was built, he did almost all the work of building houses for individuals.
Transporting sand, stones, bricks and tiles.
This continued until around 1991 when he started working in a factory.
The entire Hongya rural area is full of houses being built.
After this peak, individual house building became sparse, and after the development of small towns around 1997, there was almost no house building in rural areas.
There is indeed huge market demand for bricks and tiles during this period.
But you thought of it, and others thought of it too. Wan Feng remembered that countless brick kilns and tile factories were built throughout the county in those two years. There were more than ten brick kilns and tile factories in the circle where Wan Feng was active.
He doesn't know how many such units there are outside his circle of activities.
The result is that it will eventually fall into a vicious cycle, and the business will eventually go bankrupt.
Around 2010, another cycle started with a surge in the construction of brick and tile factories, and then some of them closed down when the infrastructure construction was sluggish.
"Well, you organize the manpower to build a light steel prefabricated house!"
We can't just stand by and watch Zhang Hai mess around.
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