Extraordinary Years Along Yellow River/C211 The Fox Finally Revealed Its Tail
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C211 The Fox Finally Revealed Its Tail

From the phone call from Ma Zhaocui, Li Manrong found out that Fan Wenbin had returned. After thinking for a while, he gave Fan Youcai a call, instructing him to find a way to invite Fan Wenbin to the Li family. He also said that he should come with him, as there were very important matters to discuss.

Fan Youcai hung up the phone, smiled bitterly, and thought to himself, since Li Manrong became the head of the Fan family's village ferrying committee at the beginning of the year, his temper grew bigger and bigger, and he became more and more angry. He would put on the airs of a village chief at every turn, just like his father, Li Jizhen, in the past. He was like a mountain sculpture, and he was very awe-inspiring.

However, when he thought about how he had bitterly endured for nearly thirty years before he became a mother-in-law from his wife, and how he had finally become the head of a school from an ordinary teacher, and how many things could not be without the support of the village committee, the trace of resentment in his heart naturally dissipated.

To be honest, after Li Manrong became the village chief, he was also very supportive of his work. That expensive Confucius statue was carved by him from his own pocket. If it was just based on the limited and pitiful financial resources of the school, it was absolutely impossible.

Furthermore, to build the school into the Da An County Rural Demonstration Primary School, it really could not be without the strong support of the village committee. He did not dare to openly offend Li Manrong, the director of the village committee, on such a small matter.

Therefore, on some important matters, other than teaching, especially regarding the construction and development of the school, he could only listen to Li Manrong and follow his lead. Otherwise, Fan Youcai knew very well that he might not be able to be the principal for long.

However, after Fan Wenbin heard his words, he did not say a word of refusal and happily came to Li Manrong's house with him. This made Fan Youcai more or less feel that he had some face, and he was also very happy that his nephew, Fan Wenbin, would come.

Seeing the two of them walk into the courtyard one after the other in the clear glow of the setting sun, Li Man Rong hurriedly came out to welcome them. He tightly held Fan Wenbin's hand and asked with great concern, "Director Fan, is your health alright? The matter has already passed, let it pass.

The news of Duan Xiangmei being stabbed to death by a knife was told to him by his wife, Ma Zhaocui. That night, he was lying on the leather sofa that he had just bought, focusing all his attention on News Broadcast. Ever since he became the director of the village committee, it had become Li Manrong's habit to insist on watching News Broadcast at seven o'clock every night on time.

Don't look at the small village committee head. He might be the smallest official in the world, but he was very important. Every day, he had to deal with the peasants at the bottom of society. He had to worry about the low-income families, the precise poverty alleviation, the retirement funds, and other things. It was very annoying and tiring.

If he met someone with a higher understanding and reasonable character, he would only be able to understand what they were saying. It was still alright, but if he met someone who only cared about money and was unreasonable, things would naturally become more complicated.

After arguing with this person for the entire day, he once again started arguing loudly with that person whose face was as red as his neck. In the village council courtyard, there was not a single moment of peace.

In order to understand the latest national policies in a timely manner and to do his job better, Li Manrong developed the habit of watching News Broadcast at seven o'clock every night. He decisively abandoned the bad habits that he had developed when he was a contractor. Things like drinking and playing mahjong had long been forgotten.

At that time, after listening to his wife's narration, Li Manrong was shocked and stared at her in disbelief. After a moment, he asked, "Where did you hear this news? Is it true?

After a while, he anxiously reminded her: "Before the matter is clarified, you must not speak carelessly. Be careful not to let the Fan family hear it and quarrel with our family again. "

In the countryside, women often quarreled over trivial matters and gossip that caused no trouble. Ma Zhaocui was one of them, causing Li Manrong, the village chief, to have a headache.

When he said this, he couldn't help but ponder deeply. Could it be that Fan Wenbin's wife, Duan Xiangmei, was really stabbed to death with a knife? According to what he knew, she was a very good English teacher, and was very famous in Daan County.

The deli opened by Ma Zhaocui was at the village entrance. As long as one went in and out of the Fan household, they would have to pass by the deli. Therefore, there were a lot of people and all kinds of false rumors. There were too many.

Seeing that the man did not believe it, Ma Zhaocui could not help but chuckle. With a tone of schadenfreude, he continued, "Really, really. Why should I coax you?" After a slight pause, he continued, "When the door was about to close, Big Head Fan walked in and said he wanted to weigh two pounds of pig head meat to drink. "

"In the loophole of me weighing meat, Big-head Fan said, He had just returned from the city, and heard that Fan Wenbin's wife was stabbed to death last night. She died very miserably. I didn't believe it at first, and I even scolded Fan Datou. It's not even dark yet, and you're full of nonsense. Be careful, Fan Youmin. If he hears you, he'll beat you up.

"But, Big Head Fan says in all seriousness, it's true. How can I dare to speak nonsense about something like this? It's fine if you don't believe me, but in any case, it's already very noisy in the city. It's said that Fan Wenbin's wife was stabbed to death with a knife.

"After Fan Bighead left with the pig head meat, I thought about it. Perhaps what he said was true, so I believed him. Think about it. This is a matter of life and death. How dare Big-head Fan spout nonsense?"

At this point, Ma Zhaocui seemed to have realized something and abruptly shut his mouth. Not long after Ma Zhaocui left, she saw that it was time to make dinner. She closed the door and walked home facing the cold wind.

Unexpectedly, on the way, she actually met Fan Wenbin's mother, Wang Fang, who was leading her grandson, Fan Xueli, to visit the Hu family. For a moment, she could not help but tell him that Duan Xiangmei had been stabbed to death with a knife.

Just as Li Manrong felt that it was hard to tell whether he believed it or not, the next day, the news of Fan Youmin's eldest son, the famous billionaire, and Fan Wenbin's wife being stabbed to death with a knife spread throughout the Fan Family's ferry village overnight, but it was kept from Fan Youmin and his wife.

In this way, Li Manrong had no choice but to believe what his wife, Ma Zhaocui, said last night. Thus, in his heart, he also sympathized with Fan Wenbin and secretly sighed. A good living person was instantly gone, and it was also very pitiful.

Later, when he held the funeral for Duan Xiangmei, he saw that Fan Wenbin did not invite a person from the village, and even his sixth uncle, Fan Youcai, did not send any gifts. Fan Youmin and his wife were also in the village. Only then did Li Manrong understand that Fan Wenbin did not want to spread this very unfortunate news, so that everyone in the city knew about it.

At this moment, seeing Li Man Rong console himself like this, Fan Wenbin could not help but feel touched in his heart. He tightly held onto the other party's hand and repeatedly said, "Village Chief Li, you're right. Let bygones be bygones. "

When he said this, he thought that Li Man Rong specially asked Sixth Uncle to invite him to his home today. It was definitely not to say these words of comfort. There must be something very important.

However, the mystery would soon be revealed. Before it was revealed, it was best for him to adopt an unchanging and calm attitude to deal with changes. He wanted to see what kind of dogskin plaster Li Manrong was selling in his gourd.

As expected, as the conversation went deeper and deeper, through Fan Youcai, Li Man Rong very enthusiastically invited Fan Wenbin to his home to discuss important matters. He very automatically and strategically said it out loud.

It turned out that a few months ago, the village committee had proposed to contract the collective land with those people who had previously contracted the fish pond power plant, Yang Ting and Xiao Wangwu, as well as Fan Youfu, who had contracted dozens of acres of barren land to set up a chicken farm, and had signed the contract again. However, Fan Youmin firmly rejected it. It turned out that a few months ago, the village committee had proposed to contract the collective land with those people, Yang Ting and Xiao Wangwu, as well as Fan Youfu, who had contracted dozens of acres of desolate land to set up a chicken farm.

When Yang Ting and Xiao Wang saw that Fan Youmin was unwilling to sign the contract with the village committee, they also had an excuse and reason to wait and see. It was Fan Youfu who, after signing the new contract, began to regret seeing this scene. He fiercely scolded his son, Fan Wenxi, who was working as a secretary at the village committee.

Fan Youmin's attitude of not cooperating with the village committee openly caused the new village chief, Li Manrong, to be very passive and angry. He knew that if Fan Youmin did not sign the new contract, Yang Ting and Xiao Wang would also refuse to sign the new contract. If things went wrong, Fan Youfu, who had already signed the new contract, would also make a fuss and not carry it out.

In the end, if it really became a stalemate like this, it would be a great thing for Fan Youmin, but for him, the new village chief, it would be a very shameful thing.

Therefore, how to convince Fan Youmin, the old stubborn bull, to sign a new contract with the village committee as soon as possible became a very important matter that he thought of day and night.

Thinking about it, Li Manrong thought of Fan Wenbin. When the Fan family was hosting Fan Zhengkun's funeral, he heard from others that Fan Wenbin had invited experts from the provincial city. He planned to contract dozens of acres of barren land on the foundation of the river bank that his father had contracted, and invest a huge sum of money to build a cultural resort on the Ancient Silk Road.

At first, Li Manrong did not have much to say about this matter. He did not think it was a big deal, and even. . . Hmph. He knew that right now. . . A cultural trend had risen throughout the country, and various famous cultural villages were being built everywhere. As for whether or not it would attract a lot of tourists from both China and abroad after it was built. . . No one could say for sure whether or not it would produce a very ideal economic benefit.

However, at this critical juncture, after careful consideration, not only was it not a bad thing for Fan Wenbin to build a cultural village in the Fan family, on the contrary, it actually became a very good thing that he could not wait for. It also became a very rare magical equipment to subdue Fan Youmin, this old stubborn bull.

"Director Fan, I heard that you are going to build a cultural resort in the Fan family. I wonder if there is such a thing?" Li Manrong's face was full of smiles as he stared at Fan Wenbin and asked in a very casual tone.

The old fox finally revealed his tail. Seeing that Li Man Rong pretended to be very casual, Fan Wenbin could not help but smile slightly. He thought to himself, could it be that he was also interested in this matter?

"Building a cultural resort? This is a good thing. " Fan Youcai happily interjected, "Bin Bin, are you really going to build a cultural resort in the Fan household?"

He had been a primary school teacher for his entire life and had taught countless students. Even though there were very few talented students like Fan Wenbin, Fan Youcai still felt a sense of familiarity when he heard the word "culture. "

Currently, the County Department of Education had repeatedly advocated building a healthy and harmonious campus culture. It was also a very important project to check whether the school had met the standards. It was also very consistent with Fan Youcai's expectations for the school's construction. Carving Confucius Images was one of the aspects of campus cultural construction.

In the long thirty years of teaching, he had always believed that rich, colorful, healthy, and lively campus culture had a great effect on the students' learning and aesthetic standards, as well as the shape of their spirit.

After a while, Fan Wenbin nodded and sighed slightly. He said with a bitter smile, "So you have such an idea. However, because of the funding problem, he had no choice but to stop temporarily.

When he said this, he naturally thought of a person, a person who firmly opposed him building an Ancient Silk Road Cultural Village in his hometown. This person was the boss of the Red Leaf Chain Hotel Management Company, Pang Chengchuan.

At this time, Pang Chengchuan was planning the "Middle and Foreign Martial Arts Competition" with great ambition. As far as Fan Wenbin knew, this competition received the strong support of the county government and the relevant departments. It had a huge impact in the Great Safety County.

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