That way, the mountain bandit wouldn't be hiding behind the grass and suddenly pop out to give you a fright.
In the end, Zheng Xianyong compromised and stopped insisting on integrating the work teams, instead maintaining the status quo.
"Wait, I think we shouldn't start work tomorrow either."
I think what Comrade Sheng Xiping said last night makes sense. Our project didn't start smoothly this year, and there's probably some reason behind it.
I've already sent Guo Chunsheng to find Sheng Xiping's master and mistress. Once we've found out everything, we'll hold a mountain-opening ceremony and pay respects to the mountain god.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, Feng Baosheng shook his head, and he actually disagreed with starting work tomorrow.
"What the hell?" Zheng Xianyong asked anxiously upon hearing this.
"Isn't that just nonsense? That's ancient history. Since its establishment, Qianchuan Forest Farm has never held any opening ceremony."
We've been doing well all these years, haven't we? Why make such a fuss?
Secretary Feng, let me tell you, this is no joke. We could be punished if this goes wrong.
Zheng Xianyong was practically jumping up and down in anger. Wasn't this just ridiculous? A few years ago, this would have been a huge mistake.
Even now is not an option. If people find out, the entire Qianchuan Forest Farm could be shut down from top to bottom.
“In the past, we didn’t pay attention to these things. We only knew how to take from the mountains year after year without knowing how to be grateful and give back. That’s why we have so many problems now.”
Feng Baosheng was also anxious; the idea of opening the mountain and worshipping the mountain god had already taken root in his mind.
This is all he can think about right now, and nothing anyone says will change his mind.
"Anyway, I've made up my mind. When Guo Chunsheng comes back later, we'll find out what to do, then we'll hurry up and prepare things. Tomorrow we'll hold an opening ceremony on the mountain."
"I refuse to believe it! We've paid our respects to the mountain god, how could things not go smoothly?" Feng Baosheng slammed his hand on the table and shouted.
"If anything goes wrong, I'll take responsibility. No matter what, as long as we can successfully complete this year's production target, that's all that matters."
"Okay, that's what you said. I can't control it. If the higher-ups really hold you accountable in the future, you'll have to take the blame yourself."
Zheng Xianyong got impatient, angrily flung his sleeves, and left.
Zheng Xianyong left, leaving the others looking at each other, none of them knowing what to say.
Secretary Feng has clearly lost his composure and is grasping at straws in his desperation. What kind of opening ceremony is that? Isn't that just nonsense?
But even Director Zheng couldn't persuade them; they were just lowly people with little influence, so it was pointless for them to try.
Fine, forget it. Whatever. Anyway, if the higher-ups investigate, there are high-ranking officials to back us up. What's there to be afraid of?
And so, the others said their goodbyes and left to go back to their dormitories to rest.
Before noon, Guo Chunsheng returned to the mountain and whispered with Feng Baosheng and a few others for a while.
Immediately afterwards, Feng Baosheng arranged for people to go down the mountain again to prepare things.
The next day, December 15th, while everyone was having breakfast, Feng Baosheng sent someone to the canteen to inform them that the six work teams would gather later to go up the mountain together to participate in this year's mountain opening ceremony.
"What the heck? A mountain opening ceremony? What is this thing?"
"We've been working up the mountain for a month and a half now, how come there's a mountain opening ceremony?" Everyone in the canteen was dumbfounded, not knowing what this was all about.
Every day, there's a tiger on the mountain causing trouble, which is bad enough. What's he going to do now?
A mountain opening ceremony? This year, they didn't even hold a winter sports production mobilization meeting or a rally, and now they're having a ceremony? Isn't that ridiculous?
"Holy crap, what is Secretary Feng trying to do?"
Xiping, could it be the mountain-opening ceremony you mentioned that night, the one where you worshipped the mountain god?
My God, that's so ancient! Why are they bringing that up now? What kind of genius came up with this idea?
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