Looking at that infuriatingly smiling face, Wan Yuan really wanted to slap her to show her why the flowers were so red!
But the deputy director, who had witnessed this guy's fighting prowess, didn't dare. Not only did he not dare, he had to force a smile.
"You're joking."
"Who's joking with you?" Ruan Xianxian said, "You've seen the machine's oil yield with your own eyes. Nine thousand is returned to the provincial oil pressing plant. Do you think they'll accept it?"
Wan Yuan didn't want to guess; he just wanted to beat Ruan Xianxian, who was demanding exorbitant prices, and Han Li, who was incompetent.
But being completely under his control, he didn't dare to show any displeasure, only daring to present the facts and reason.
"The machines belong to the provincial government, the workers are hired from demobilized soldiers, but in the end the commune has to pay for the dormitories. Comrade Ruan, there's no such logic anywhere!"
Even after hearing about the 10,000 yuan offer, Ruan Xianxian felt she had gone too far. She sighed repeatedly, "I'm sorry to put you in such a difficult position. How about I ask if the Red Flag Commune is willing to be put in such a difficult position?"
Wan Yuan:! ! !
I'm inexplicably a little envious of Secretary Zheng who's hospitalized and recovering!
Even so, he couldn't possibly give up the opportunity for the commune to set up a factory; his smile was more like a grimace.
"Let's not stand on ceremony. In Comrade Ruan's opinion, how should this matter be resolved? It's not right to keep occupying the provincial capital's machinery."
Ruan Xianxian probably felt he wasn't angry enough, "Originally, if you hadn't said anything, I planned to save the commune some money and just let it go."
Now that the problem has been brought to the forefront, it needs to be addressed reasonably.
I can make the decision; the commune can pay a certain amount of rent each year to lease these three machines.
Wan Yuan stared in disbelief, “Rent, lease?”
Is there a problem?
This is a huge problem. Wan Yuan really wants to beat the person who rushed in and questioned him ten minutes ago to death.
Ruan Xianxian thought for a moment and offered two options: "The commune can lease oil presses, or the provincial government can requisition land from the commune to set up an oil press. Which do you think is better?"
Thinking about it, it's not impossible. It's just a matter of making a phone call to Director Jia. It's just that I'd owe him a favor. If the provincial department asked her to be a translator again and offered unfavorable terms, she wouldn't be able to refuse with a clear conscience.
Finally, Wan Yuan gritted his teeth and agreed to rent the machine, with the commune paying for the three-year rent to build dormitories next door...
"Are you satisfied now?" He nearly had a heart attack.
Ruan Xianxian smiled innocently, "I was the one who wanted to do the splits. Everything should be done properly, not just done haphazardly. The deputy director is truly wise."
He's brilliant, my ass!
The perfectly good oil press machine has been turned into a rental, and it's not even managed by the provincial government. In other words, it's not like Ruan Xianxian can just take it back whenever she wants.
Because of a single careless remark, he has trapped himself and is now completely under their control, leaving them no room to breathe!
Should we refuse? Should we kick that guy surnamed Ruan out of the factory and shut it down?
Just kidding, putting aside the fact that the news has already been released, it would be such a loss of face for the commune to have to stop now...
Take the oil pressing and breeding farm, for example. It was run well in its own commune. The county held a large meeting to commend it, and the reward of purchasing fertilizer, seeds, and tractors was not to be underestimated.
Who can resist a good thing that's been handed to them?
It's simply a matter of... losing management authority, losing decision-making power, and losing opportunities to put people into the factory...
No, the more he thought about it, the more heartbroken he became. He went to the county hospital to ask the Party Secretary for help. Let's see if we can turn the tide by asking the hospitalized Party Secretary to take action!
Watching the deputy director's hurried departure, he snorted, picked up the phone, and said in a high-pitched voice, "Hello, I'm looking for Director Jia."
Ruan Xianxian understood the principle that if the name of the provincial department was used, the provincial department must be consulted.
She wouldn't give anyone a chance to find fault with her.
The call began with sincere longing and ended with Director Jia grumbling. Xiang Hongjun, who came in and listened to the whole thing, twitched the corner of his mouth.
It's their good fortune to be targeted by this little rascal!
After hanging up the phone, Ruan Xianxian asked, "What happened to Uncle Xiang?"
Xiang Hongjun pretended not to have heard her outrageous remarks and asked, "Do you have access to soybeans, the raw material for oil extraction?"
With the state controlling the production and distribution of grain, it was not something Ruan Xianxian could easily obtain.
Seeing her distressed face, and the first time she showed a troubled expression, Xiang Hongjun turned around, closed the office door, and whispered a bad idea.
"Does the grain station know this? Show the factory's certificate, and you can buy grain from the grain station."
"If it were really that simple, Uncle Xiang wouldn't have come all this way just to tell you, would he?"
He was a really clever kid. When he was the brigade leader, he had to deal with the grain station every year when delivering grain to the Red Army.
They were very familiar with the practice of "making things difficult for grain graders if they didn't offer gifts."
The network of relationships was complex. The deputy director went to the secretary and asked Zheng Yan to say a few words to the grain station. He didn't need to say anything else, just one sentence: "There is not enough grain. Give priority to the people."
Ruan Xianxian was at a loss. Everyone said that priority should be given to the people. How dare the oil mill compete with the people for profits?
When Xiang Hongjun explained the ins and outs to Ruan Xianxian, she clicked her tongue and exclaimed, "You have a solution, sir?"
I can't possibly go to higher-ups for help with every little thing; that would make me look useless.
Indeed, all her certificates and credentials were useless at the grain station; a righteous reason was enough to get rid of her.
Xiang Hongjun chuckled, a smile that even he himself didn't realize was a "Ruan-style" smile.
"When I came here, I ran into Wan Yuan, who was in a rage, in the hallway. He said, 'You got a group of disabled soldiers from the army to run the oil mill?'"
Seeing Ruan Xianxian nod, Xiang Hongjun smiled even more slyly, "Once the people arrive, leave the raw materials to your uncle. The remaining soldiers will all have at least a third-class merit."
"Uncle will take some men to the grain station and make a show of themselves; I guarantee I'll bring you back some soybeans."
He truly hadn't expected that Ruan Xianxian wouldn't mind hiring disabled soldiers!
Thinking of those old comrades who were so badly wounded that factories were unwilling to hire them, and who could only rely on government and comrade-in-arms subsidies to survive, they will soon have a job to support their families...
Xiang Hongjun felt incredibly warm inside, his heart surging with indescribable excitement and fervor.
They proactively took on the most difficult raw material issues.
The thought of wounded soldiers standing in front of the grain depot, the depot staff staring in disbelief and forced to accept defeat, and the secretary and others' plans falling through...
The uncle and nephew looked at each other... and let out a knowing, unspoken "hehehe!"
...
Just as the vanguard of the troops was getting moving, Feng Guang, who was in charge of contacting and arranging for the remaining soldiers, suddenly received a phone call, and his slightly reddened eyes instantly sharpened.
"What? Half a village in Liaoning Province is missing and requests assistance? Okay, okay, I understand, got it!"
The phone call ended, and a loud emergency assembly whistle rang out at the First Military Training Ground.
Meanwhile, in an unnamed village in Liaoning Province, cries of people and barking of dogs filled the air, a cacophony of wailing and despair.
The story begins three days ago, with the first spring rain that was all bark and no bite.
Purple lightning ripped open the sky and struck General Mountain, not far from the village, with tremendous force.
With a bang——!
The mountain rocks were split into pieces by lightning, and the drizzling raindrops fell, winding down from the high mountain and gathering into streams.
The water flow washed away the rocks and soil, revealing a large red wooden coffin with black inscriptions inside the mountain.
The coffin was covered in irregular black symbols, exuding an eerie and ominous aura...
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P.S.: For those of you who are easily scared, please read the author's note, which contains a small spoiler ↓
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