As Jiang Xiaobai expected, someone came to the educated youth canning factory to find Jiang Xiaobai early the next morning.

When I put on my clothes and opened the door, I found that all the members of the reform team that I ordered yesterday had arrived.

Jiang Xiaobai looked at the clock on the table and it was just 7 o'clock.

It’s seven o’clock in the middle of winter, and it’s cold and thin, Jiang Xiaobai doesn’t want to go out at all.

"In this way, have you eaten? I'll treat you to dinner."

Jiang Xiaobai rubbed the sleeping eyes and said.

"Okay, thank you Director Xiaobai." Everyone agreed directly without hesitation.

Jiang Xiaobai brought everyone to the cafeteria, and breakfast was ready.

Baimian steamed buns, pickles, millet porridge. Jiang Xiaobai took a casual bite and had no appetite just after getting up.

But the others were eating one by one and all, and their stomachs were round.

"Director Xiaobai, after you say that after the land is divided, can we eat white flour steamed buns every day?"

Wang Gen is over 60 years old and has a great seniority. He is also considered a respected old man in the village.

But he hasn't caught up with a good day in his life, and being able to survive until now is completely destined to be successful.

At this moment, he looked at Jiang Xiaobai and asked.

"Yes, I promise that after the land is divided, as long as everyone works hard, they can eat white flour steamed buns every day."

Jiang Xiaobai nodded solemnly and said, in his previous life, he heard from the old man that someone was eating to death when he was holding a wedding and funeral at other people's houses.

To be able to die is not an adjective, but to be able to die of food.

Jiang Xiaobai always felt that this was a bit incredible in his previous life. How could a person not know how much he eats?

I am a fool, and I can't eat anymore after eating, so how could I eat so much that I can't eat?

But after rebirth, Jiang Xiaobai understood that he had been hungry for a long time, and he had been hungry for too long, and once he let go, he would eat.

I don’t know that eating more can make you full, and long-term hunger makes my stomach feel no longer.

"Okay, let's measure the land now." Wang Genyou stood up.

"Let's go now, I can't wait for a minute. I wish I could hand over the floor to my personal hands now. I'll tell you, I didn't fall asleep last night and I've been thinking about the floor..."

The villagers from another reform group also stood up and said excitedly.

"Okay, then let's go." Jiang Xiaobai also stood up and said, and everyone walked out of the educated youth canning factory with tape rulers and other tools.

"Old Wang, go to the left, okay, okay, stop moving, nail the stake."

"Come on, pull the tape here and straighten it a little bit. Brother Liu, remember this piece of land, one acre and three cents."

Members of the reform group such as Jiang Xiaobai were busy in the field.

There had been a lot of villagers watching the fun around them.

The villagers were also talking.

"This land is good, I think it should be divided into the top-level land." A villager said.

"No, this land is almost the same as being distributed to medium-sized land. This land is not fertile enough and cannot produce much food at all..."

Some villagers retorted.

"According to what you said, there are not a few high-quality land in the village. This land is close to the village. As long as it is to replenish fertilizer and is next to the river, the yield per mu is definitely very large."

At the same time, Shi Sheng was also reporting the results of his conversation with Jiang Xiaobai with his superiors.

"Leader, I think the joint factory proposed by Jiang Xiaobai is good. Anyway, we mortals are idle, so the joint factory can fully utilize them.

Let them participate in productive labor so that they can transform better.”

After telling the leader about the joint factory establishment, Shi Sheng began to tell the leader about the various benefits of joint factory establishment.

"Leader, if we jointly run a factory, it means that we can earn a large amount of income every year without paying anything. Jiang Xiaobai said that the profits are the least every year..."

As Shi Sheng said, the leader frowned and said, "Isn't this matter..."

"At least 300,000." Shi Sheng said.

"Leader, you said just now... I didn't hear it clearly." Shi Sheng asked.

"It's okay, you continue to say, are you sure you can make a profit of 300,000 yuan per year?"

The leader couldn't believe it.

"I'm sure that the educated youth canning factory that Jiang Xiaobai runs himself will make more than 70,000 yuan a month. Jiang Xiaobai said that he promises to make a profit of 30,000 yuan a month. If it is not enough, he will make up for it..."

"Leader, you didn't see it yesterday. Jiang Xiaobai casually took out 30,000 yuan from his own desk drawer and threw it on the desk. We were all stunned..."

As Shi Sheng said, he saw the leader subconsciously looking at the desk drawer in front of him.

A factory manager casually threw 30,000 yuan out of his desk drawer, but he didn't have 300 yuan in his desk drawer.

No, I don’t have thirty dollars. It’s not that I don’t have thirty dollars at home, but that thirty dollars is my salary for half a month.

I could throw my own in the drawer of my desk at will.

Compared with others, I am just a poor person.

Suddenly, the leader found that there was no sound in the office. He looked up and saw Shi Sheng looking at his desk.

"Cough," the leader coughed lightly, Made, look at me, I don't have 30,000 yuan.

However, although I didn't see the action of throwing money, I could imagine how cool it was.

"Oh, leader, Jiang Xiaobai, he is old, but I think he has special prestige in the educated youth canning factory..."

Shi Sheng persuaded Jiang Xiaobai what he said yesterday and some of his own understanding.

"Well, let's do it, I'll consider it again, and let's talk about it when I hold a meeting to study and start a joint factory. After all, there is no such precedent..."

Although the leader was a little itchy with the annual profit of 300,000 yuan, he did not agree directly.

Although there is already a rumor on it, there are still various sounds.

It makes people unable to see the direction and the way?

Needless to say, a leader of his aged one level or two levels...even some local officials can't figure it out.

Although money is important, political correctness is even more important.

If it weren't for the temptation of making an annual profit of 300,000, he would have rejected Jiang Xiaobai's proposal without thinking.

"Okay, leader." Shi Sheng slowly withdrew from the leader's office.

The leader looked at the daily newspaper on the table and his eyes shrank.

A major title in the daily newspaper is American Express, and Volkswagen Germany is visiting some cities in the country.

The leader brought his eyes and looked at it in detail.

One of the words called "joint venture" caught his special attention.
Chapter completed!