C331 It All Depends on the Three of Us

"Boss Zhang, CEO Fan and I have already discussed this with each other. We have agreed to build an Ancient Silk Road Cultural Resort in the Fan household to drive the local tourism economy, so that the villagers can raise their pockets a little earlier. "

In the past few days, Li Manrong had been immersed in the great sorrow of his father's sudden death. It was only until this morning, after burying his father and looking at the pile of lonely yellow soil, that he felt a little more at ease.

"With the support of Village Chief Li, the land used to build the resort will be much easier. " Fan Wenbin also smiled and said, "The village committee can encourage the villagers to use their own land as their capital to invest in the resort and become a shareholder. "

Last time, after exchanging opinions with Li Man Rong, he had this idea. He was no longer like before, using cash to buy the right to use the land. Instead, he let the owner of the land be a shareholder of the resort. One quarter or one year, he would receive dividends from the resort.

"This is a good idea. It's worth it to do it. " The National Dollar also said excitedly, "No matter how you look at it, using the land as a shareholder is much more cost-effective than selling the land. "

When he said this, he thought that Fan Wenbin had been the head of a listed company before. His way of thinking was different from others. It could be said that he far surpassed the ordinary profit-seeking businessmen and many short-sighted entrepreneurs.

"Yes, General Manager Fan's idea is very good and realistic. With more people, the strength was great, and everyone was good at picking up firewood. Everyone's business should be done together.

Li Manrong was also very happy as he sighed," Back then, if it weren't for the entire village moving out together, Hui Minqu would have been such a huge project, and there wouldn't have been any modern machinery. How could it have been completed in such a short time?

In his distant memories, his father seemed to seldom return home. He was always busy all year round. From morning till night, he was always busy with big and small matters in the army.

In the early 1980s, his father continued to serve as the Fan family's secretary for more than ten years. Although there were fewer things to do than when he was in the production team, he was still busy.

Just like that, he was busy for another ten years. In the first summer of the 1990s, on a very hot afternoon, a few people from the county government came to his home. They were dressed very well and seemed to have some status. They closed the door and talked to their father for an entire afternoon.

These people didn't have dinner and just left by car. His father did not eat dinner either. He sat alone in the room with a very sorrowful and panicked expression. He did not speak and just sat there blankly. Even when the sky turned dark, he still sat there in a daze.

Usually, when his father entered the house, he would stay alone in the hall. Without his permission, the other people in the house rarely went in. Of course, it also included his mother, Bao Xinzhu.

When it was time to eat, his sister, Li Manxiang, consciously brought the food to the living room. After his father finished eating, he shouted and then brought out the dishes.

This habit had been maintained since Li Manrong remembered it. For decades, it had not changed. Later, Li Manxiang got married and the task of serving food fell on Li Manrong's wife, Chen Changrui.

That night, which was very difficult for him to forget, just as his sister brought the food into the living room, she was fiercely scolded by his father. Li Manxiang was so angry that she stood in the yard with tears flowing down her face. She did not dare to argue loudly.

Li Manrong clearly remembered that night, his father almost did not sleep for the whole night. In the morning, when he went to school, he heard his father sighing in his room.

A few days later. Everyone in the Fan family knew that from the year of liberation until now, Li Jizhen, who had been the secretary of the regiment for forty years, had finally left the stage.

At this moment, Li Manrong finally understood. That afternoon, the people from the county government and the local government came to find his father to talk to him and ask him to resign from the regiment.

Ever since then, his father rarely left his house. He would either walk back and forth in the yard or lie on the brick bed in the hall. He sighed and was very irritated. He looked very uneasy.

After a few more years, this matter was almost forgotten by people. Li Jizhen seemed to have calmed down a lot. When he was free, he also began to wander around the village.

However, many people realized that Li Jizhen was much older than before. After not seeing him for a few years, his beard and hair turned much whiter and his mental state was much worse than before.

Sigh, his father had been worrying for the Fan family for the rest of his life, but how many people could understand him? In the end, with a sad and regretful heart, he jumped into the Hui Min canal that he had personally built and ended his life of suffering.

When his father was alive, he had said these words with great emotion. Full of glory, I've been the secretary of the regiment for a whole forty years. The only thing I can take out is to build a Hui Min canal.

You are now the village chief. No matter what, you have to do a few things that are worthy of your parents and fellow villagers. Humans have lived in this world for dozens of years. Other than food and clothes, isn't it just for a good reputation?

That's right. Although I have been the village chief for almost a year, just like what my father said, other than a statue of a Confucius statue, how many things can actually be passed down for a hundred years?

He counted with his fingers. A year passed very quickly, but he could not calculate a single one. It was truly comparable to a hundred years of wandering events like his father's construction of the Hui Min canal.

Hence, the idea of cooperating with Fan Wenbin to build an Ancient Silk Road cultural resort had been tightly entangled in Li Manrong's heart since the first day he heard this news, especially after his father passed away. This thought was even more intense and urgent.

Of course, he also clearly realized that if this project was completed, it could be compared to his father's Hui Min canal. Even from the economic point of view, it far surpassed Hui Min canal.

In this way, the father and son of the Li family, with just these two projects, they would be able to survive for a hundred years in the Fan family's unprecedented great project. They would also be able to heavily push Fan Wenbin and his son to the back, leaving the Fan family far behind.

"However, by using the land to invest, we need to get the approval of the villagers themselves. Although I am the director of the village committee, I can't force it on this matter. You know, the farmers nowadays are not as easy to fool as they used to be.

As Li Manrong spoke the truth, the room fell into silence. Using land to invest in the company as a shareholder was indeed a good thing. However, it did not mean that everyone would agree readily.

In the past few years, with the large influx of villagers into towns and towns, even though the Fan household was only a river away from Daan County, many of the arable lands had not been cultivated for many years.

However, if they really had to start construction work to build the Ancient Silk Road cultural resort, these lands could become a lot of money. Without a doubt, many villagers would be jealous.

After a short while, Fan Wenbin smiled slightly and broke the embarrassing silence first. He said loudly, "I think this way, Village Chief Li will be in charge of the land. After all, you are the chief of a village. You are familiar with the people's feelings and are easy to talk to. "

Then, he said to Zhang Guyuan, "Old Zhang, you and I will be in charge of the construction funds. " After a slight pause, he said, "The three of us will act separately. The effect might be better. "

Seeing that Li Manrong had already treated him as an investor, Zhang Guyuan could not help but smile bitterly and said, "Fan, I haven't agreed to join your team yet, and you've already dragged me in. "

This sentence immediately stunned Fan Wenbin. He glanced at Li Manrong and saw that his expression was also very puzzled. He smiled and said in a joking tone, "Old Zhang, such a good thing, I thought you agreed. "

This afternoon, after Li Jizhen's funeral ended, he pulled Zhang Guodong to the village committee. The purpose was to use this very rare opportunity to persuade him to agree to invest in the cultural resort.

However, he did not expect that the cunning Zhang Guodong would actually say such a thing in front of Li Manrong. It made Fan Wenbin feel a little awkward.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Guyuan secretly sneered and said straightforwardly, "How about this, if you, Old Fan, and Village Chief Li can take down the construction site of the resort, I can consider investing. "

"A man never goes back on his word. " Li Manrong complimented him at the right time and said in a clear voice, "Boss Zhang is the most straightforward. He is the one who does big things after all. "

Through this period of close observation, he had already discovered that this famous jewelry tycoon in Shandong was not only a person who was very trustworthy, but also very straightforward when it came to doing things.

After that, he stared at Fan Wenbin with bright eyes, and after a moment, he said very decisively, "Whether or not we can smoothly take down the construction site, CEO Fan, it will depend on our abilities. "

Then, he said with a bitter smile, "Old Fan, I'll leave the river bank that your father contracted to you. As your son, you should go and do the old father's work. In my opinion, it's very appropriate.

Then, as if he was worried that Fan Wenbin would not agree, he sighed slightly and said helplessly, "You know that your father and I can't pee in the same pot. "

When he said this, he thought that your old father had the same character as your deceased grandfather, Fan Zhengkun. He was a stone in a latrine, and his temper was hard and stinky.

Seeing Li Manrong speak like this, Fan Wenbin naturally knew his true intentions. He also said in an unambiguous tone, "Let me handle this matter. At this time, if I don't go to hell, who will go to hell?"

At this moment, after receiving Zhang Guo Yuan's personal promise, and seeing Fan Wen Rong take over the bone that was the hardest to chew, Li Man Rong was very pleased. While feeling relaxed, he also faintly felt a sense of pride.

So, he picked up the wine glass, and at the moment when the wine glass clanged, he said very happily. "Then it's settled. Whether or not this matter succeeds depends on the three of us.