If the commune is poor, and the villages below are poor, who is the most anxious?
Those were naturally the leaders of the commune. Secretary Lin's anger had never subsided. He had just been able to relax for a few days because of the good news from Liujiatun when people blocked his door.
He wasn't angry. Competition among the villages below wasn't a bad thing; competition leads to progress.
Of course, the premise is fair competition, which cannot harm the interests of the commune and the villagers, and cannot involve any means that harm others for personal gain.
As a veteran, he was the type who couldn't stand that kind of thing.
"Old Cheng, what do you mean? You just can't stand that other people have more connections than you?"
The half-joking tone startled Lao Cheng, who couldn't tell whether Secretary Lin was joking or speaking from the heart. But even if he really thought that way, he certainly wouldn't say it like that.
He immediately smiled and followed Secretary Lin's instructions, going downstairs.
“Secretary, what are you saying? Do you think I, Lao Cheng, am that kind of person?”
As you know, this village is poor, and the villagers are having a hard time. I'm wondering what kind of tricks Old Liu has found out, and I can't keep it a secret.
The villagers of Liujiatun need to eat, but so do the villagers of Chengjiabaozi and the surrounding villages. We're all poor people; we can't just worry about our own small plots of land, can we?
The village chiefs from other villages, incited by the clamor, also joined in the uproar.
"That's right, Secretary, you can't be so selfish."
Village chiefs are generally good leaders; when it comes to the interests of their own village, they won't budge an inch.
“Secretary, what do you think? You didn’t criticize him severely for his behavior?”
No, do you also agree with his selfish behavior?
Watching them go on and on, in just a few minutes they had already criticized Liu Weimin to the point of almost calling him a traitor. I couldn't help but sigh. At times like this, instead of being united, they should have thought of ways to generate revenue. Wouldn't that be better than anything else?
Thinking about it, his expression grew even colder. He turned and sat down in a chair, his voice indifferent.
"And what do you think? What do you think he should do to satisfy all of you?"
"Secretary, what you're saying isn't right. How can that be considered satisfying us?"
Old Cheng, quick-witted, was the first to refute this.
"Secretary, we're just trying to improve the lives of the people!"
"Oh? Really? Well, I remember that Chengjiabao's wood ear mushrooms have been famous for many years. Everyone says you have your own special cultivation methods. Why don't you share them with everyone and benefit the people?"
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