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Chapter 1014 - 536 Greenhouse Consultant_2

Chapter 1014: Chapter 536 Greenhouse Consultant_2

So, Sancha River had always been particularly good at flood prevention. At the start of summer every year, the township organized people to constantly monitor the rivers on both the east and west, diligently watching the water levels. At the Village Entrance, sacks of sand and piles of earth were always ready, and at the first sign of trouble, a portion of the Village Entrance would be closed off. If the situation worsened, it would be completely sealed off, strictly preventing floodwaters from entering the town.

Young people who had never experienced such floods tended to take these precautions lightly, a sentiment that held some truth. Indeed, since the year of the major flood, not once in over twenty years had the waters risen into the town again.

When Yan Fei first began to clear the wasteland next to the bamboo grove, he was advised of the risks, which he had accepted at the time. Now two years had passed, and the water level had never risen—although he still had his worries and had secretly cleared the river channels at midnight, feeling like a dinosaur at work.

The debate was evenly matched, and everyone waited for Yan Fei to make the final decision.

It was Chen Yingjun, who had been roaming outside, who came up with a suggestion, "If Hong Kong also needs to increase their orders, it might be better for Boss Yan to wait for their order to come through. When that happens, you could just rent a large space and relocate the cattle there too. The wheat will soon be harvested, and it’s just a matter of two or three months, which really won’t cause any delay."

This somewhat diluted opinion gave everyone pause, but they eventually saw it as quite feasible.

So Yan Fei decided to just leave things as they were for now!

Over the next few days, he didn’t have much to do. The work in the fields was handled by others, and with less heavy labor, everyone had more free time. Yan Fei found his role as a hands-off manager quite comfortable.

After playing with Chen Yingjun for several days, Yan Fei realized that this guy was truly a player—capable of mixing with anyone and anything, as long as he was willing. He could integrate well with Heizi and others in the field, and also got along well with Lin Baoguo, Ma Yongming, and others.

Because of Yan Fei’s suggestion, the township had started growing watermelons in the greenhouses, and everyone was a novice. Unable to constantly bring in technicians from the county, they pulled in Yan Fei, who had some practical experience, albeit being a half-baked expert.

This inevitably involved getting along with the people from the township. However, when it came to the township’s staff, Chen Yingjun could barely speak a few sentences before leaving them utterly confused.

There’s a saying, "Speak to people in their language, and to spirits in theirs"—Yan Fei came to witness that firsthand.

And this guy made sense in his arguments, saying that since the township was organizing everyone to grow crops in greenhouses—watermelons now, and vegetables later—a special department should be established.

This department did not need to have a large scope, but it needed to be practical. It would perform support work, like assisting the greenhouse farmers when they encountered problems by coordinating with technicians to offer guidance in the fields. Most importantly, once the greenhouses began to produce, it would be responsible for securing sales channels.

With the current lack of market insights, finding sales channels was crucial. Every family had goods to sell, but only those who could find buyers would truly be on the path to wealth. Otherwise, unsold goods would lead to significant losses.

It must be said, regardless of what one thought of Chen Yingjun, having grown up in a big city and being a person of action, his suggestions were quite sensible.

Thus, the Sancha River Township Greenhouse Work Guidance Office was officially established.

Being seen as a leader to wealth, everyone unanimously agreed that Boss Yan, who often traveled outside and had experience, insight, and vision, should be treated specially. He was appointed as a consultant to the office—a rather trendy term in Sancha River Township. Although this was a first for Yan Fei, unfortunately, this role came with few practical benefits and often involved providing advice and running errands.

However, Yan Fei then proposed a candidate that no one had anticipated—Zhou Li.

When Yan Fei mentioned Zhou Li, most people were stunned, not knowing who he was. Those who did know were even more stunned.

This Comrade Zhou Li had a nickname, called Zhou Dalian.

Present at the meeting were Lin Baoguo and Old Pan, especially Lin Baoguo, who almost couldn’t hold back and was about to accuse Yan Fei of creating a mess.

However, Yan Fei’s next words convinced everyone: "The chief designer once said, it doesn’t matter if it’s a black cat or a white cat; a good cat is one that catches mice. Zhou Dalian... no, Zhou Li, might have had a shady past, but hasn’t he opened a restaurant now and stopped causing trouble for everyone?"

"I’m not mentioning his name because he’s turned over a new leaf, but because his restaurant is well-located. All the truck drivers who travel from near and far frequent it, and you can find out anything there. Having him act as a consultant without paying him a dime can motivate him to help gather information—isn’t that smart?"

Including Mayor Chen, everyone fell into deep thought.

Zhou Dalian isn’t dumb; if he really is willing to help, he could be a great asset.

Not to put too fine a point on it, but imagine if he could find out where the prices for vegetables and fruits are high. If the town organizes transportation to send a few truckloads there, how many farmers would benefit?

What would the town be giving up?

Nothing but a consultant ID card with a seal, which costs less than a tael—Sancha River is a poor town, and there are no perks for being a consultant, at most some honorary recognition for contributions made, as for material rewards, those probably won’t be coming any time soon.

As for past reputations—if we really were to dredge up the past, some of the old folks in this meeting room even criticized their own teachers back in the day, right?

And would Zhou Dalian be willing?

This guy used to call Yan Fei ’Brother Fei, blatantly ignoring their age difference. After hearing this proposal, if Yan Fei hadn’t strongly opposed, he would’ve started calling him ’Master Fei’ instead—apart from those teenagers in the jianghu, old-timers actually care a lot about their reputation.

This guy used to have a bad reputation, and now that he’s opened a restaurant, while drivers are willing to stop by, those waiting for transportation in the town would rather stand at the junction than enter his restaurant to avoid the wind.

Now that this opportunity has appeared at his doorstep, how could he not be happy?

The idea also came from Chen Yingjun, who was here waiting for his travel permit and had nothing else to do but mingle with everyone. Because Zhou Dalian knew Yan Fei a little, he couldn’t keep it from him. Seeing that Yan Fei wasn’t too keen on taking on more responsibilities as a consultant, he came up with this idea.

It goes to show that sometimes a bit more knowledge can really help with understanding the bigger picture. Of course, it also has to do with the fact that Chen Yingjun is an outsider; even if he knew a lot, he couldn’t possibly understand all of Zhou Dalian’s past misconduct. To the people of Sancha River, although Zhou Dalian isn’t old, he’s known as an old troublemaker, and that’s not an image that can change overnight—who would have thought he could actually handle legitimate tasks?

After sorting these trivial matters, Yan Fei and Chen Yingjun went on a trip to Shen City and Hong Kong. After the visit, Chen Yingjun hurried home with his notebook full.

Before leaving, he made sure to assure Yan Fei that the photos Er Bao had taken had been effective, and it seemed that this batch of puppies was going to sell well. Once he got back and collected the money, he would immediately deliver the promised half to Yan Fei—originally, it was supposed to be an extra ten percent over the price given to Yan Fei, but because of Yan Fei’s mischief, those few ’one dog fights two tigers’ photos apparently had a great effect, prompting Chen Yingjun to increase it to fifty percent immediately.

Not long after, due to some unexpected issues with Guo Jingya’s plans, there had been no talk of opening a new restaurant. Yan Fei got the rare chance to focus on his studies for a while, since he was supposed to go to college and become a Docter—how could he not take his studies seriously?

Besides that, Heizi’s wife gave birth to a chubby baby, Ma Chao had finished mourning for his father and finally married Shao Pingping, among other things. These events were of greater interest to the people at the cattle farm than the upcoming World Cup.

Even though Yan Fei wanted to continue building a new cattle farm next to his greenhouse, once the wheat was harvested and it moved into June, two factors again delayed his plans.

One was the rain this year; it was unusually heavy.

For the people of Sancha River, whenever it rains a bit more in the summer, everyone starts doing nothing every day, hanging around at East Bridge for a while or wandering around West Bridge—some even stick a pole into the riverbank and keep updating those on the bridge about the water levels, ready to rush home to move things to the second floor if necessary.

The other was that Chen Yingjun’s restaurant was about to open. This guy, eating three meals a day and taking one nap, insisted on calling Yan Fei punctually before each meal or nap, insisting that he attend the opening ceremony.

The frequent rains were annoying enough for Yan Fei, and with the constant calls from this guy, Yan Fei thought, why not just go!

So, on the eve of the opening of Chen Yingjun’s restaurant, Yan Fei set off for Black Gold City.