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Chapter 1085 - 562: The Secretary Encourages - Someone Shameless_2

Chapter 1085: Chapter 562: The Secretary Encourages - Someone Shameless_2

As soon as Secretary Jiao finished speaking, a somewhat disorganized chorus of "Yes..." rose from the crowd.

Then there were a few who couldn’t help but whisper a few words among themselves, and the atmosphere started to heat up.

Because what Secretary Jiao said was all true. In this regard, the cattle farm was quite meticulous. Since they were all from the same town, Yan Fei naturally couldn’t do anything that would make people stab him in the back—in fact, most of the time, it was Heizi and the others who handled these specifics. They all knew not to lose face for Brother Fei; they did things in a grand manner.

It was still a matter of perspective. Now Heizi and the others had broadened their horizons, and when it came to some minor issues with the people in the town, if they could overlook it, they did, knowing that having a good reputation was definitely much better than squabbling over petty benefits.

After a pause, waiting for the murmuring in the crowd to subside, Secretary Jiao chuckled and called out loudly again, "So now everyone must work hard, first build this place up, then in the future when you come here to do business with Boss Yan and earn his money, think about it—we witnessed with our own eyes how this place went from a wasteland to our province’s leading cattle farming base. When that time comes, could Boss Yan really bring himself to haggle over every little thing with us?"

This time after he finished speaking, the response was even more enthusiastic than last time, with people laughing, clapping, and cheering, and although the scene still seemed a bit chaotic, it was clear that everyone’s spirits had been lifted.

"Alright, I won’t say much more and delay you from working and making money," Secretary Jiao said, seeing everyone getting enthusiastic but not elaborating further. "In a nutshell, good days are waiting for us. Sooner or later, we’ll all live in two-story buildings with electricity and phones, farm without the need for oxen, fuel up the vehicles we ride, and everyone will have an Old School Mobile Phone! Let’s work hard. I believe that these are all within reach!"

There was a burst of warm applause, and everyone felt that Secretary Jiao’s words were very down-to-earth.

Living in an apartment, farming with tractors, riding motorbikes out on the road... As for the Old School Mobile Phones, that was just a joke. What would us rural folks need those gadgets for?

In fact, those in the countryside who were doing well were already living like this. With such examples, everyone felt that this goal was also within reach for themselves. If Secretary Jiao had used Boss Yan as an example, probably no one would feel like clapping—just kidding, there’s only one Boss Yan in Sancha River Township, and not to mention his car, even his motorbike could build a small building in the countryside.

Even if a family has money, they wouldn’t throw it around like that—the motorbike drinks so much fuel!

The applause had just stopped when Secretary Jiao smiled and walked down from the mound of earth, stomping the mud off his feet, suddenly someone shouted, "Don’t snatch, that’s mine..."

What’s going on now?

Everyone looked over to see a man stuffing a pair of gloves into his jacket with great effort, whining as he did, "Do you guys have that luck? These gloves were worn by the County Party Secretary, I am keeping them for my son to wear, maybe he’ll become an official too in the future..."

Those in the know were torn between laughter and tears, while others burst into loud guffaws. The uninformed hurriedly asked what was going on, and only when they inquired did they learn that Secretary Jiao had been here since early morning and was working along with everyone just a moment ago!

Some even mentioned that, seeing how Secretary Jiao worked, he must have done plenty of this sort of labor in the past; he was one of us.

When Secretary Jiao came up to speak earlier, the man who handed him the gloves was completely bewildered—how did the dude who was just joking around with us turn into the County Party Secretary in the blink of an eye?

As a result, after Secretary Jiao finished speaking, people came up wanting to swap gloves with him, and he nearly handed them over without thinking. Luckily, he reacted quickly and saved these gloves that were worn by the County Party Secretary—as he said, perhaps taking them home for his kids to wear might rub off some official’s luck, and even if they can’t become officials, they might still get some good fortune, right?

Watching this commotion, Secretary Jiao was a bit caught between laughter and tears, and with a wry smile, he continued to wander around here with Yan Fei.

Now that everyone knew his identity, wherever the three of them went, people were exceptionally enthusiastic. Some bolder individuals, sensing the Secretary was quite approachable, even greeted him...

Seeing all this, Yan Fei’s mood cheered up: as long as everyone kept up this momentum, the project was bound to finish early!

But just as his mood was on the upswing, he saw Lin Haihu pulling Xiaosong over with a cheeky face.

"Didn’t I tell you two to go back to work? What are you back here for?" Yan Fei didn’t have any pleasant expressions for these two who had just made a mistake.

"Didn’t you just say that if the two of us made up, we wouldn’t have to shovel cow dung anymore?" Lin Haihu’s face was thicker than cowhide, probably even on par with dinosaur skin. "We’ve already made up now, so no more shoveling cow dung, right?"

"That quick?" Yan Fei was taken aback, not to mention Secretary Jiao and Xiao Zhao, who were also stunned.

"Exactly, we brothers, what kind of relationship do we have? We just said a few words in passing, how can there be overnight grievances?" Lin Haihu shamelessly declared. "Right, Brother Xiaosong?"

Xiaosong, who had only been a foreman for a few days before screwing up, was initially a bit afraid to speak in front of Yan Fei. Now prodded by Lin Haihu, he could only stiffly nod his head: "Brother Fei, we’ve really made up!"