Carrying a Jurassic on me
Chapter 1077 - 559 Start Work Jail_3

Chapter 1077: Chapter 559 Start Work Jail_3

Good cigarettes, good liquor, good tea, the high-end gift boxes all contained various supplements—anyway, the packaging all looked pretty decent.

Originally, this place only had a few bottles of liquor, which Boss Niu brought as "local products" when he visited Yan Fei—speaking of which, the term local products has a broad meaning; it doesn’t necessarily refer to goods from one’s own hometown, it can extend to the entirety of China. For instance, the local products brought by Boss Niu were produced in a place absolutely more than a thousand miles away from Tanghe County...

Yan Fei’s cattle farm had its groundbreaking ceremony, made the TV news, and nearby enterprises and factories moved quickly, sending salesmen to sniff around—such a big project would surely require a lot of construction materials and engineering machinery; maybe they could pull in some business, right?

These days, salesmen hadn’t reached the level of running around everywhere, and most who did run around didn’t cast their nets wide without aim; they targeted their prospects, so they always brought something when they came, at the very least a bag of fruit—that apple was from some factory salesman, but Boss Yan couldn’t even remember which one.

The value of gifts wasn’t about quantity; perhaps meeting someone with a shallower view, giving a little something might just be right on target, right? After all, coming empty-handed, even just to chat, always seemed to lack something.

This truly saved Boss Yan quite a bit of trouble. For example, there was an old factory that made shovels too heavy and crude to sell due to high production costs, but they found the right path to Boss Yan’s place—heavy and crude didn’t matter, as long as the quality was good. As the descendant of a blacksmith’s family, Boss Yan had one look at their wares and ordered two thousand pieces to be delivered for use.

Not only did these proactive visitors save Yan Fei trouble, but he received quite a collection of gifts. Whether they were valuable or not, he wasn’t sure, but some were frequently advertised on TV.

When Ma Yongming heard Yan Fei’s explicit instructions, he automatically ignored the part where he was told to take rest: "Rest? What rest? I better get busy right away. Such a huge project, if I follow it through, maybe our little construction team can find some bigger jobs to do in the county or in the city later..."

That was guaranteed; if he truly followed Professor Shu and that group of students until the completion of the River Heart Island project, and then directed his countryside construction team to build a blue brick mansion with tiled roof or a two-story western-style building in the village, it would indeed be like using a cannon to kill mosquitoes—too much power for a small task.

It wasn’t just Ma Yongming who was learning new things; even the old workers from his construction crew had become junior foremen. Most of the people who came from the village hardly had any construction experience, couldn’t even lay out two straight lines, and without someone skilled in construction to lead them, they might even dig the canal off course.

Seeing Ma Yongming in a hurry to leave, Yan Fei quickly called out to him, pointing at the pile of items on the ground: "Wait, Uncle Ming, you take all this stuff with you, use it when you need to handle something."

Ma Yongming waved his hand: "They were given to you; you should offer them as a tribute to your parents..."

Yan Fei acted quickly, grabbing hold of him: "Don’t! All this stuff is just hyped up in advertisements, who knows if it’s actually good? Whether giving this to my parents is showing filial piety or just trying to inherit the estate early, who can tell? You think my parents need this kind of stuff?"

Ma Yongming thought about it and realized it was true, Yan Fei always seemed to come up with all sorts of strange things. Now, Boss Yan’s Medicinal Wine, proven by practice over the years, was definitely better than those supplements that cost several hundred yuan per box.

The reputation of this Medicinal Wine had even reached beyond Tanghe County, with people from other regions coming to purchase this unlicensed concoction.

"Alright then, I’ll take it all later, and give some to your Uncle Baoguo and Old Pan, too." Ma Yongming stopped being polite and also thoughtfully planned for him. "They entertain a lot; we don’t need these ourselves, but they’re good for gift-giving, looks impressive. Oh, and leave some for your dad, he might not use it himself but others might, and he definitely needs cigarettes..."

No sooner had Ma Yongming left than Lin Baoguo called: "Xiao Fei, a village is asking for a favor, the one where you released the tiger, should we let them come or not?"

Yan Fei was flustered: "Uncle Baoguo, there’s an old saying, ’Don’t slap the face when you hit someone, don’t expose people’s shortcomings’, you’re being unfair here! Did I say not to let any village’s people come this time? That’s really unkind of you!"

Lin Baoguo was taken aback on the other side of the phone: "How come everything always seems right for you, and in the end, it’s my fault? Can’t I just not care about it?"

"Heh," Yan Fei chuckled coldly. "If you don’t care, I won’t either. I’m happy idling around; the only fear is it getting uncomfortable."

"You... Humph!" Lin Baoguo grumbled and hung up the phone.

Less than half an hour later, he arrived with several people in tow.

Yan Fei had almost forgotten about the tiger-release incident; it had occurred when the cooperative cattle farming shares were initially distributed to the villages, and the people from this village had created a scene at the entrance to the township government—thinking that by making a fuss, the local authorities would give in to avoid bigger trouble. Little did they know that behind the cooperative cattle farming, Boss Yan, who didn’t herd cattle or sheep, was known for releasing tigers and Golden Eagles...

In fact, during the last few rounds of share distributions, their village hadn’t been left out; it was just that Yan Fei’s word had been given and couldn’t be taken back, so they hadn’t received any. Now that there was more work available, their village was afraid of missing out again, so instead of causing trouble, they came to plead.

The people had already arrived, and seeing as Lin Baoguo himself had brought them, Yan Fei didn’t say much and directly allocated a patch of work to them as per the already zoned areas, telling them to go back and organize their people.

The terrain of that village’s area was not great—though it wasn’t as complicated as the Nine Hills and Eighteen Hollows of Heap hillock and Huangtuwa, being low-lying was a fact, and the village had suffered a good deal of damage this time. Hence, Yan Fei allocated to them a sizeable piece of land. The leaders looked like they wanted to say more, but with a wave of his hand, Yan Fei dismissed it: "You know the size of your plot, go see it at the construction site. It’s bigger work than what’s been given to most villages; you should be content..."

He had misunderstood these people; actually, before pleading, they had all secretly visited the construction site, and now, knowing the size of the area assigned to them, they understood. They wanted to say thanks but were afraid of fumbling the words, hence their hesitation.

That’s the trouble with folks from the villages, they’re not too good at speaking plainly. But the good thing is, those who understand gratitude often show it with actions.

Lin Baoguo hadn’t left when Ma Yongming, who hadn’t been gone long, came back: "Xiao Fei, about the food in the canteen, I need to talk to you..."