Grandpa had intended to discuss with everyone how the funds were raised, but to his surprise, everyone was revealing their wealth, so he repeatedly waved his hand to stop them from donating their entire fortunes.
"I called everyone here today to brainstorm ideas, not to raise money. Don't rush to contribute. Besides, farming can be risky, with droughts or floods that can leave you penniless and even lose money. Aquaculture is a rare thing not only in Qianhai Town but also in the entire coastal city, and the chances of failure are not low. The collective debt can be repaid slowly, but if you put all your personal money into it, it's gone forever. Everyone should think it over carefully before making a decision."
Grandpa's cold water had dissipated everyone's initial excitement. Once they came to their senses, they all sat back down on their stools, looking at each other and not daring to say another word.
Although Grandpa's cold water dampened the enthusiasm of many, it did not extinguish the flame in Xu An's heart. He had great confidence in this tidal flat aquaculture project.
In the past, the villages in Qianhai Town basically succeeded in aquaculture by figuring things out on their own. In this life, my great-uncle and his family not only went to investigate, but also brought back a team of professors. Regardless of whether they will actually conduct research on 'marine ranching' in Qianhai Town, they can provide some advice in the early stages to help everyone avoid some detours.
"Second Grandfather, how do we calculate the individual contribution and the collective contribution?" Xu An suddenly spoke up, breaking the silence and drawing everyone's attention.
"The individual and the collective share 40/60, with the collective portion accounting for 60% and the individual portion for 40%," Second Grandpa answered fluently, clearly having already considered this issue.
Xu An wasn't sure if the division was the same in his previous life. He only remembered that his grandmother had told him that his family hadn't invested any money, but in the first year of dividends, they received more than 10,000 yuan from the collective portion alone.
You have to understand, in the past, this mudflat was divided up among more than ten villages, and Xujia Village probably contracted less than one-tenth of it. If each household could get over ten thousand yuan from the collective portion, then the total net income would be close to five hundred thousand yuan. Based on this ratio, if the entire mudflat were contracted, wouldn't it generate five million yuan a year, with each household receiving one hundred thousand or two thousand yuan?
The premise is that the entire mudflat must be under the control of Xujia Village; otherwise, the same mistakes will inevitably be repeated.
Xu An quickly calculated the funds he had on hand. He had just bought the food truck and had almost no cash on hand; however, he could get a loan of 1.2 million from Haishi Bank. Even if the bank clerk overstated the amount, he should still get around 800,000.
If Xu's Fast Food Restaurant wants to expand and grow, spreading throughout Shanghai and even beyond, building a factory is essential. However, factories vary in size; a large factory is unnecessary at this stage, but a small factory is manageable. Leasing land, building factory buildings, purchasing equipment, and hiring staff will all cost around 400,000 to 500,000 yuan. Xu himself will then have 300,000 yuan available.
Just as Xu An had figured out the funds in his hand and was about to speak, his second grandfather directly announced the adjournment of the meeting. He said that the project proposal would be submitted to the city tomorrow, and the issue of raising money would be considered after the city approved it. This was also a way to give everyone some time to think.
Xu An left his second grandfather's house with the others, but instead of returning to his own home, he wandered around the village and eventually came back to his second grandfather's house. Upon entering the courtyard, he found Uncle Dongliang there, sitting properly at the table where his second grandfather's grandson was doing his homework, writing something with a pained expression.
"Anzi, what's wrong?" Second Grandfather beckoned Xu An to sit under the tree, handed him a clean cup, and poured him a cup of tea.
"Second Grandfather, I'm here to give you a heads-up. I can come up with at least 300,000 yuan; if the village is really short of funds, I can come up with a maximum of 1.2 million yuan." After considering it for a moment, Xu An decided to reveal all his assets.
After Xu An finished speaking, Second Grandfather seemed to be frozen in place, his whole body stiffening and he fell into a daze, his eyes wide open, filled with disbelief and suspicion. The teacup in his hand tilted a few degrees without him realizing it, and the tea overflowed, spilling onto his meticulously groomed goatee, then quickly sliding down his goatee and wetting his clothes at the front, revealing his muscular chest.
Xu Dongliang, who was seemingly writing materials diligently, also had his pen drag on the paper with a long stroke because of Xu An's words, rendering the two paragraphs he had just copied useless. But he didn't bother to check if the paper below had been damaged, and immediately turned to look at Xu An, his expression exactly the same as his second grandfather's.
Ahem! Xu An coughed twice, snapping them out of their shock. Before he could speak, his second grandfather questioned him.
"Xu An, tell me honestly, where did all this money come from!" The second grandfather frowned slightly, his lips pressed into a tight line, and his tone was more serious than ever before.
Judging from his grandfather's reaction, expression, and tone, it's easy to tell that he doubts the legitimacy of the money's source. He's probably already conjuring up images of gang fights, petty theft, and all sorts of other illegal activities. It's impossible that Xu An could have earned over a million yuan from just over two months of selling boxed lunches—that's wishful thinking!
Xu An, somewhat amused and exasperated, explained the source of the money to his second grandfather, repeatedly assuring him that it was obtained through legitimate channels and legal means. Only then did the serious expression on his second grandfather's face ease slightly.
“Anzi, I understand your eagerness to support the village's development, but like I just said, if this fails, all your investment will be lost. This is a loan from the bank, so it's your personal debt, and there's not much we can do to help. I appreciate your good intentions.”
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