"Xiao Guang, we are not fools. We have seen how much you care about everyone."
"If you hadn't used grain to buy our mountain products last time, my father might not have been able to make it."
"Xiao Guang, we will remember your kindness forever."
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Zhang Shuguang is not a saint, but he is also a layman.
He enjoyed the love the villagers now had for his family and the flattering smiles that greeted them wherever they went.
Just like the big entrepreneurs who came out of rural areas in later generations, not everyone’s growth experience was smooth.
Many people were poor when they were young and were looked down upon by their neighbors, but after they became successful, most of them would build up their hometown.
Are they all of high character and integrity, repaying evil with kindness? Actually, not necessarily.
A man who does not return home in splendor is like walking in splendid robes at night.
Zhang Shuguang is no exception, and he admits that this feeling is indeed good.
"Uncle Xiangyang, let's get started."
Having heard enough nice words, Zhang Shuguang turned around and saw that the wrinkles on his grandfather's face were all smiling.
It’s still the same configuration as last time. With the experience from last time, I’m even more familiar with it this time.
The old man personally checked the quality, the militia captain Cao Ming was responsible for leading the militia to weigh the goods, the old branch secretary and the accountant were responsible for issuing invoices, and everything went on in an orderly manner.
The members were not fools and they did not dare to fool Zhang Shuguang. All the products they sent were high-quality mountain products, so the old man's quality inspection work was easy and the weighing speed was also very fast.
The team kept moving forward, and finally it was the turn of Zhang Xiangdong, who had a fawning look on his face.
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