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Chapter 801 - 431 Repaying Loans, Giving Gifts on Great Heat Festival

Chapter 801: Chapter 431 Repaying Loans, Giving Gifts on Great Heat Festival

Early in the morning, Heizi was energetically directing people to move the cattle back and forth.

It was a rule in the ranch that newly introduced cattle had to be kept in solitary confinement for a few days. As new cattle constantly flowed into the ranch, there were now about ten separate quarantine barns on site. Averaging it out, cattle that entered within a three-day period were quarantined together, significantly reducing the chance of infectious diseases.

Because Yan Fei wasn’t around recently, and the money in the ranch was spent up, they continued to purchase cattle. Today was the scheduled day for two small cattle ranches to deliver their cattle, so space had to be prepared in advance. Having been scolded by Yan Fei the previous day, Heizi was also determined to make a good impression today.

Yan Fei arrived early in the morning and saw Heizi hopping around but couldn’t be bothered to manage him. It wasn’t until breakfast time that he took out the decision he had discussed with Xu Xiaoyan the day before and began assigning duties.

Essentially, this was about handing out titles. Suddenly, the ranch had several new managers and directors, which was a promotion for everyone.

The titles were just for show, but now the cattle ranch had a certain notoriety, and everyone on the ranch had become famous along with it. Take Heizi, for example, the most well-known among them—many cattle farmers from nearby counties knew that at Sancha River, Heizi held significant authority. If they wanted to sell cattle there, the first hurdle was this young man named Heizi.

So although the positions were just that of a manager, this was experience from a company that had appeared on television and in newspapers. This wasn’t the same level as the unknown managers who self-proclaim their titles at home.

Nevertheless, everyone was quite happy. In reality, they were doing the same work, but now it felt different.

Even Xu Xiaoyan hadn’t expected such a good outcome. Although bosses were common everywhere, everyone was aware that most bosses didn’t have the power and reputation of the little managers in the ranch.

But before the joy had passed, Yan Fei brought out a second piece of paper, "Don’t be happy just yet. I think everyone’s level of cultural knowledge is too poor. From now on, self-study will be encouraged. This is the incentive plan I’ve come up with, take a look for yourselves!"

He stuck the paper on the wall, then continued to admonish, "If you can’t learn, I can’t do anything about it. In the future, those who can manage others will, and those who can’t learn will continue to be managed. If you want to shovel cow dung for a lifetime, that’s fine. As long as you can still shovel, I’ll pay you a lifetime’s wages to do it. Don’t say you don’t want to learn. If I have to kick you every day, will you still not want to learn? If you learn well, it’s your own skill, and I’ll reward you for it. Anyone who makes excuses, don’t blame me for being rude!"

As they listened to his threatening tone, everyone who had been excited calmed down.

This was a proper parental style. How else could he be rude? Everyone knew he had never docked pay for poor performance. His only method was physical punishment—more work shoveling dung. If you didn’t want to do it, you’d get a kick—no one wanted to be kicked. When mistakes were made, they would earnestly do extra work.

In the future, there would be another method—writing lines for errors. Elementary school teachers love doing this, making a child who made a mistake kneel outside the classroom and copy homework by the flower beds. Not one parent would complain about the teacher for physical punishment, rather they would support such actions upon meeting the teacher.

It was the same in the cattle ranch. When young people like Heizi and Old Ou entered the ranch—Yan Fei could do as he pleased, and no one would object. Just like when Heizi first arrived, his family told him that if he wasn’t well-behaved, they could beat him—all he knew at home was discipline through beatings.

However, the rewards were really good—all in money. The highest reward was for those who self-studied and obtained a bachelor’s degree. A number that made everyone envious was written there. Below that were rewards for technical secondary school education and so on. In short, as long as you learned, there were rewards.

After everyone had had a look, someone asked, "So who do we learn from, and how do we study?"

Yan Fei waved his hand dismissively, "That’s not my concern. You’ll have to figure it out yourselves. Oh right, is Chen Liqiang still coming around? Isn’t he busy promoting our beef jerky? He’s from the city and has diplomas. I expect he understands these matters better than most. Ask him when he comes; let him help you come up with a plan."

With that, he left them behind—he still had to act the big shot at the Credit Cooperative.

He was like a big boss; after he arrived, he didn’t have to do anything except wait to sign his name and stamp the seal.

Director Yao’s face was creased in distress, thoroughly glum.

He couldn’t let his frustration show to Boss Yan, the Wealth God, so he took it out on the staff, ordering them around incessantly.

It was hard enough that the village finally had a business able to pay back its loans, but this enterprise was making too much money, paying back the loans ahead of schedule—it just wasn’t fair. Worse still, his little Credit Cooperative was too small to handle the company’s accounts—they didn’t bank with him. At that time, the business scope of Rural Credit Cooperatives was quite limited, and this made it inconvenient for companies with more business dealings.

Yan Fei didn’t care about his issues. Paying off the loans and being debt-free felt incredibly liberating.

After returning, he couldn’t sit still. He personally drove the tricycle, loaded with a cart full of Agaricus bisporus, beef jerky, and beef, running up and down the streets to give out gifts. With Boss Yan personally making the rounds, he distributed his cartload of goods to everyone, whether they were supposed to receive gifts or not, announcing his return to everyone.

There’s no need to mention the police station, even the schools weren’t forgotten—school was out for vacation anyway, and there weren’t many teachers left. Those who were present got gifts, and those who weren’t, missed out. The high school was also included, as it would be his future school. A package of beef jerky and a bag of Agaricus bisporus were sent to each teacher’s home—it was a worthy investment to ensure he could continue skipping school without issues.

The excuse for the gifts was quite ludicrous—Great Heat was coming soon, and it was getting hot. He was giving them something for the hot weather.

What was Great Heat again? Many people, with gifts in hand, stood at their doorways watching as Boss Yan left, taking some time to realize what the occasion was. It clicked after a while—it was one of the twenty-four solar terms.

Others could only laugh and cry at the same time, but Xu Xiaoyan’s father, Old Xu, held the gifts at the door with a look of indignation: "Giving me a gift and making up an excuse; can’t you give me something without a holiday? You mention the Great Heat, but in a few days, it’ll be the End of Heat!"

People around could clearly see his show: Could the old man be any more ostentatious? Marrying off his daughter to such a son-in-law was already a stroke of great fortune from his ancestors, and now he was standing at the door with his gifts, making sure everyone saw him, afraid they wouldn’t know otherwise? His voice was so loud, it could be heard down the street! Afraid we won’t be jealous, huh? Putting on such a display, aren’t you worried about divine retribution?

Of course, these thoughts were kept to themselves. Out loud, they had to congratulate him and show a face full of envy, satisfying Old Xu’s vanity. The Xu Family had become a household that everyone in the town knew better than to provoke.

Even the eldest and second sisters from the Xu Family, who were at home, felt too embarrassed to show their faces outside. They couldn’t avoid interacting with people, either, because the business was busy. While the old man stood at the door showing off and feeling proud, the sisters had to greet the customers coming to buy goods.

The business was booming. Many people who ran distribution points in the village had shifted to wholesale buying from them—since purchasing goods was necessary regardless of the place and the prices were similar, why not get familiar with Boss Yan’s father-in-law in the process? It could only be beneficial in the future, right?

And it turned out to be useful. Some notorious households in the village were known for buying on credit and not paying back. Now that the shopkeepers changed their wholesaler, just mentioning the threat—my goods come from Boss Yan’s father-in-law’s place, I’ll settle the accounts once I’ve sold everything. If you owe me money, I might just pass the debt to him and let him come after you. Even if they knew it was an empty threat, those who loved a free ride calculated that it wasn’t worth the risk for a bottle of soy sauce or half a catty of vinegar. What if the shopkeeper really did owe a debt?

Things in the world are often like this—it’s not that everyone is opportunistic, however, it’s true that people naturally seek their own advantage. Given the same situation, if there’s an additional benefit, everyone knows which option to choose.

Actually, the real issue was with the marketplace—everyone there had contracted their stalls, and these contractors all had some social ’clout’ in the town. Their prices were similar, but those in the marketplace felt superior, refusing to sell on credit. This slight difference made wholesaling at the marketplace less appealing than at other stores in the town.