Fueled by the most sincere patriotic sentiments, the people of Mengjiang, Yilan, and other places are more united than ever before when faced with common interests.
Of course, there were also instances where officials from the county's commerce bureau led Japanese businessmen on forced visits.
They just kept going around in circles, eventually leading us to the bottom of the abandoned ginseng pond.
The Japanese businessmen didn't see what they wanted to see; instead, they were led into the deep mountains and forests, where they stumbled along, their faces scratched by tree branches.
After returning, he got angry with the county officials in charge of investment promotion, saying that the Chinese were not sincere and that they were not going to invest there anymore, and that the deals they had agreed to were off.
After saying that, he glared at the Chinese cadres, saying, "You Chinese people are all very wicked!"
The fire was lit with such grandeur and power, truly reminiscent of the style of our ancestors forty years ago.
However, coincidentally, the grandfather of the deputy county head in charge of investment promotion in Mengjiang County was a soldier who was tortured and killed by Japanese soldiers.
For decades, the deputy county magistrate's grandmother has been constantly talking about her tragically deceased husband at home.
They say the old man's heart, liver, spleen, lungs, kidneys, intestines, and stomach were all ripped out by the gleaming Japanese soldiers' swords, and his limbs and head were torn apart by five horses and thrown everywhere.
To this day, the martyrs' cemetery only contains the old man's clothes and hat.
Upon hearing his subordinate's trembling relay of the Japanese businessman's words, the deputy county head, who had just finished a phone call with Liu Donglai, let out a cold laugh, followed by another, until his subordinate got goosebumps from laughing.
"Go back and tell Matsushita, take it or leave it, buy the ginseng or not. Our great land of China has people with small appetites and strong backs. They didn't die forty years ago, and they won't starve even if they lose this little bit of business from us!"
The deputy county head is young and vigorous. When he was sent down to the countryside, he had connections with many of the current provincial and ministerial-level leaders. However, he rarely makes decisions unilaterally without consulting the leadership team.
After giving the instructions, the deputy county head went to report on the work to the county head, who was about to retire.
After listening to his report, the county magistrate just smiled, waved his hand, and said nothing.
The ship had reached the dock and the train had arrived at the station; he was a man nearing retirement and couldn't care less about such things.
Moreover, it's only because the country is at peace now and killing without cause is not allowed; otherwise, these little devils who are swaggering around on their own soil might not be able to return to that wretched little island unscathed.
The old county magistrate couldn't sleep at night, his eyes were like cold rivers, and he missed his gun very much.
As for Yilan County, the county party secretary's surname is Yang, and his hometown is Jingyu County.
After receiving the call from Liu Donglai, Secretary Yang felt a great sense of relief, as if the snow in his heart had melted away in the summer sun.
Soon after Liu Donglai was transferred to the Ministry of Commerce in Beijing as Executive Vice Minister, Japanese businessmen operating throughout the country clearly felt that things were getting tense.
Previously, we could go into the factory area to see the production process and secret formulas of Huaxia Chinese Medicine, but now we can't. The documentary about the cloisonné production process that we had booked is also inconvenient to record now.
When asked why, the reason was that the chefs were sick and unable to receive foreign guests.
They were afraid of infecting foreign guests with diseases.
Of course, Li Xiangdong is unaware of these matters yet.
What he knew was that the purchase of ginseng and red ginseng in Mengjiang County and Yilan County was going very smoothly.
Furthermore, the acquisition price in Yanjing has doubled again.
There's nothing that Li Xiangdong needs to solve personally right now, so he just sits at home, worrying about those hundreds or thousands of clivia plants every day.
The weather grew colder day by day, and finally, one of the clivia plants died.
Li Jinshan and Guo Haiguang almost burst into tears when they saw the dead clivia. Seeing their grief-stricken faces, Li Xiangdong was very worried about their mental state.
Anyway, I'm not short of money, so I might as well transport the clivia back to Northeast China and sell it. Even if I lose money, I won't lose too much.
If they had to watch the clivia die any longer, the two old men would have completely broken down.
However, sometimes things take an unexpected turn for the better.
When Li Xiangdong saved Xiao Leizi, he didn't think about anything else. When he stood up for Sister Zaohua, it was only because he couldn't stand by and watch.
But who would have thought that Sister Zaohua, who had a life full of hardships, was actually a hidden expert in growing flowers?
We need to go back in time to tell the story.
Since Li Xiangdong intimidated the Yan family of three last time, in order to keep Yan Guodong's job at the aquaculture base, the family treated Sister Zaohua and her son very well for a while, for fear that she would go to Li Xiangdong to complain again.
Yan Guodong's monthly salary of sixty yuan is a coveted job in the countryside, and countless people are eyeing it. If it weren't for the fact that his family and Yan Guohui were related by blood, how could Yan Guodong have gotten the job?
But a leopard can't change its spots, and as time went on, Zaohua's mother-in-law reverted to her old ways.
She has no worries about food and drink now. Her only worry in life is that the Yan family still doesn't have a grandson of her own. There's only Xiao Leizi, this burden, hanging around in front of her every day.
The more I wander, the more worried I become. Could it be that this vast family fortune has all fallen into the hands of outsiders?
She couldn't hold back any longer, but having learned her lesson from last time, she was much more cunning.
She secretly called her son into the room with her husband, bolted the door, closed the windows, and the three of them discussed the important matter of their offspring's cigarettes.
Under repeated questioning from Zao Hua's mother-in-law and father-in-law Yan Huigang, Yan Guodong finally revealed his unspeakable secret while covering his head.
"Father, Mother, I, I, I don't think I can do it..."
Zao Hua's mother-in-law was an impatient woman. Before she even understood what her son meant, she anxiously said, "No? What do you mean no? It has to be done!"
Yan Huigang understood immediately, his mind reeling as if struck by lightning. His face, wrinkled like an old gourd, was pale, and his lips trembled. "You, you, you..."
At this moment, Sister Zaohua's mother-in-law also understood. Large tears rolled down her cheeks as she sobbed in a low voice, "What kind of fate is this! If I die, who will burn paper money for me? How can I face my ancestors..."
The family of three was filled with sorrow and despair, with only the wailing of Aunt Zaohua and the heavy breathing of Yan Huigang to be heard.
After a while, Aunt Zaohua stopped crying and cautiously asked her son, "Son, when did you... become... impotent?"
Yan Guodong, in a fit of despair, declared, "I was never going to make it in the first place."
He didn't finish what he was saying: he seems to only respond to men, and he's the bottom one.
If it were a woman, even if it were Chang'e from heaven standing in front of him, he wouldn't be moved in the slightest.
He knew his own family's problems, so he simply found a woman named Zaohua who had a son to appease his family and avoid the strange looks from outsiders.
Anyway, with the one-child policy in place, it's perfectly normal to only have one child.
As if the sky had fallen, Aunt Zaohua was devastated. After a long while, she finally said, "Son, you're no good. How about we borrow someone else's seed?"
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