"Alright then, I've said what I needed to say. We can talk about fixed assets another time, provided you can successfully acquire the operating rights of this factory and control the infrastructure business within a radius of several hundred miles. Otherwise, it's all just empty talk."
"You still have a trick up your sleeve?"
"No, Rome wasn't built in a day. Things have to be done step by step. You can't rush things. Alright, I'm leaving now."
"I'll see you off."
Zhang Wenyuan saw Wang Tianxiao to the door, then returned to his chair, closed his eyes, and pondered for a long time before changing his clothes and leaving.
Wang Tianxiao's words were well said, but he needed to investigate the specific situation on-site. He couldn't just listen to Wang Tianxiao's words alone, after all, this was no small matter, and the field was not the food service industry that he was familiar with.
Infrastructure construction was indeed a new thing for him, and he felt both nervous and excited.
It's like a hunting dog that has caught the scent of its prey.
The investigation by the village and the power supply bureau into the power pole quality accident had nothing to do with Wang Tianxiao.
However, the issue of delays in the intermediate work was discussed by Zhao Yunxiang, the town's Party Secretary, together with the director of the power supply station and the village committees of each village. Wang Tianxiao was also invited to participate.
He participated in place of Wang Dabao, who was lying in the hospital.
Wang Dabao's injuries weren't serious, not enough to break bones, but he'd need to stay in the hospital for at least ten days to two weeks. We were originally going to find someone else to temporarily take over, but considering that Wang Tianxiao had advanced a lot of money, it was understandable that he would come to participate now that this had happened.
However, during the meeting, he hid in a corner, intending to listen casually and see if there was any new information. Sitting next to him was the village chief of Mijia Village, whose name was Mi Liang.
Many people in this era lack education, so they often come up with some bizarre and ridiculous names for their children.
Wu Qiancai and Wu Wenhua were like that, and so is the rice we're encountering now.
They must have been so short of food at home that they named their child that.
Mi Liang is a middle-aged man around forty years old. He is not tall, probably no more than 1.65 meters. Given that people in Northwest China are generally tall, he probably has to look up to talk to people wherever he goes.
Mi Liang had a strong sour smell of tofu about him. His clothes looked old and dirty, with one button missing from his chest, revealing a dirty cotton coat underneath. This contrasted with the yellow rubber shoes he wore, which were tied together with hemp rope.
Looking at his face, it was full of vicissitudes. His beard hadn't been shaved in a long time, almost covering his entire face. The frost of time had left many marks on his forehead, and together with his gray hair, it all proclaimed to outsiders that this man's life was not good, or rather, it was terrible.
Considering his identity, Wang Tianxiao wondered to himself, could someone in such a state really be a good village chief?
Even though Mijia Village is almost half the size of Wangjia Village, it still has four or five thousand people and several hundred households. There must be a lot of trivial matters to deal with. Is it really okay to rely on someone who can't even take care of himself to manage it?
But Wang Tianxiao only thought about it in his heart, without showing any emotion on his face.
He felt that one should not judge a book by its cover. Perhaps he had time this time and didn't have time to change his clothes. A person's true abilities and appearance may not always match.
He's a village chief who serves the villagers, not a runway model. Why does he need to be so good-looking?
Because the utility pole incident occurred in Wangjia Village, Mijia Village has not yet been affected. Mi Liang came here to hear the news and prepare for the resumption of work later.
But after listening to it for a while, it was just some useless, repetitive talk. Mi Liang and Wang Tianxiao both found it boring, and since they were standing close together, they couldn't help but start chatting.
"Brother, Mi Liang from Mi Family Village, which village are you from?" It was Mi Liang who asked first. Wang Tianxiao found that this middle-aged man, who looked down on his luck, had a hearty laugh, which gave Wang Tianxiao a sense of intimacy that made him feel very approachable.
Wang Tianxiao knew that this thing would be called affinity in later generations.
He truly hadn't realized that beneath Mi Liang's seemingly dull exterior lay such a smile.
“I’m from Wangjia Village, and my name is Wang Tianxiao.”
“Wangjia Village…” Mi Liang glanced curiously at Liu Jiqing sitting upstairs.
"Oh, is that so..."
Wang Tianxiao briefly explained to Mi Liang why he had attended the meeting.
When Mi Liang heard that the utility poles were counterfeit and had even injured someone, he couldn't help but exclaim, "How could these people do such despicable things with such a guilty conscience? It's outrageous! If all of these poles were planted in the ground, the consequences would be unimaginable."
"That's exactly the point. That's why the project is suspended, and we don't know what to do next."
Mi Liang nodded. "Electricity is a precious resource that benefits the country and its people. The West started using electricity many years ago, while we were still using kerosene lamps in the mid-1980s. It's something to think about!"
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