The Fortunate Demoniac Little Village Doctor
Chapter 83 - 83 83 Difficult Affairs

83: Chapter 83 Difficult Affairs 83: Chapter 83 Difficult Affairs When Liu Hun told Du Yueling and the others about these matters, the women naturally had mixed feelings.

“Look at what Yang Yide is causing here!

Isn’t the blueberry business doing well?

Why the heck does he have to start something else?

These bosses, every single one of them has such a big appetite, eating from the bowl while eyeing the pot, always wanting to make more money.” Qin Yue said disdainfully, seeing the blueberry harvest bring in money, but then this news followed, truly making her feel uncomfortable.

Bai Lian, on the other hand, really wasn’t overthinking things and instead said, “Let’s not worry about the future for now, didn’t they say they wanted us to expand the planting area?

I think, let’s just earn this money and put it in our pockets before we talk about anything else.”

“It’s not that simple, I think we need to think more long-term,” Fen Ran also expressed her opinion.

Du Yueling understood all too well what these businessmen were thinking; put simply, it was like riding a donkey while looking for a horse, but she was actually interested in what Liu Hun had to say.

Liu Hun thought for a while and then said to the women, “This matter has come full circle, right back to what we talked about before.

We have to re-plan our village.”

“What do these two things have to do with each other?” Qin Yue really didn’t see any connection between the two matters.

With patience, Liu Hun explained, “Think about it, right now Yang Yide wants us to scale up, which means we could make more money off of this in the future.

But what if one day Yang Yide suddenly says he won’t buy anymore, what will we do then?”

“Then we’ll just stop, that’s all!” Bai Lian quickly caught on to this notion.

Liu Hun laughed and said, “Blueberries are the most profitable thing, villagers who have tasted the sweetness want even more, and those who haven’t want a taste.

Once this stops, there will be trouble, like quitting opium; without this stuff, it could be life-threatening.

Think about it, when has our village ever had this much income?”

“Hun, what do you say we should do?” Qin Yue asked, somewhat confused.

“Just like what Bai Lian said, we need to keep making money from the blueberries.

At the same time, we need to start other projects, like having several hoses filling a pond with water simultaneously; if one hose stops, the pond won’t dry up, we’ll still have the others,” Liu Hun said to the women, sharing his long-held perspective.

“But…

there is only so much land in the village, and most of the larger area has to be reserved for grain, we must grow crops.

If we expand the planting area according to Yang Yide’s requests, I’m afraid the village will only be able to plant blueberries in the future, and there will be no land left for anything else,” Du Yueling raised her own concerns to Liu Hun.

“Sales and limited land area are two ‘tightening spells’ tied around Wanbao Village’s neck.

We need to break these spells one by one, and then our Wanbao Village can rise up to the heavens like Sun Wukong,” Liu Hun said, pausing before continuing, “Sales is something we can’t solve directly, we must expand to different crops.

But to do that, we come back to the issue of limited land area.”

“Hun, you’ve got me all twisted and turned around; we’re not as cultured or as clever as you, and you’ve got more kids who are.

Just tell us about the blueberries first—do we plant or not?

If we plant, how should we go about it?” Qin Yue asked Liu Hun bluntly, wanting to hear about the immediate situation.

“We must plant blueberries!

But not the way Yang Yide says.

The blueberries produced on our village’s land yield and quality are above average, just need to strengthen management and protection, and even if natural disasters occur, we can still reach the production of a hundred mu Yang Yide is asking us to expand by now.

So for blueberries, we’ll just maintain our current scale for now,” Liu Hun explained to the women, and this wasn’t just something he rattled off, but something he had carefully considered before speaking.

The women finally understood, and Qin Yue immediately asked, “You just said, we can’t rely on this one thing, what else can our village do?

Besides, there’s not much land left, all in odd corners; it doesn’t look like we could make much of anything out of it.”

After considering it over and over, even if Liu Hun could find good cash crops to plant, without land, nothing could be done.

He had to free up the land reserved for growing grains, so he slammed his hand on the table and declared, “I’ve got to go to the town!

I have to loosen the first ‘tightening spell’ tied around our Wanbao Village!”

Liu Hun was now well acquainted with the ins and outs of the Township Government, as well as some of the bureaucratic internal workings, which is why, upon entering the Township Government, he made a beeline for the Mayor’s office.

Lesser demons are hard to deal with but meeting King Yan is easy, this was a lesson he had thoroughly learned.

As soon as Liu Hun arrived at the Mayor’s office door, he saw Fu Li’er, the secretary who had made him wait for hours before.

Just as Fu Li’er closed the door and turned around, she saw Liu Hun and said, “Liu Hun, you really couldn’t have come at a worse time.”

“Why?” Liu Hun asked Fu Li’er, really not wanting his trip to be in vain.

“We’ve got a meeting now, and all the directors under the Mayor have to attend, including me,” Fu Li said to Liu Hun, wearing a somewhat smug expression as if a potato that had tumbled into a fruit basket suddenly thought it was a kiwi.

“How long is this meeting gonna take?

Otherwise, I might wait for Mayor Xie,” Liu Hun asked Fu Li, determined to get the whole picture this time.

Fu Li smiled and said to Liu Hun, “Last time I wasn’t deliberately messing with you.

This time it won’t take long either.

How about this?

You go wait in the reception room next to the office downstairs.

I’ll mention it to the Mayor later.”

With this clear answer, Liu Hun felt relieved and went downstairs to wait in the reception room next to the office.

The reception room wasn’t big, separated from the office by just one wall.

After waiting a bit, Liu Hun heard a familiar voice that seemed to be coming from the office next door.

He went out to look, and the office door was shut tight, with people occasionally passing by.

It wouldn’t be proper to eavesdrop by pressing his ear against the door.

Mulling it over, Liu Hun suddenly had an idea.

He went back to the reception room, pressed against the wall, and directed his Qi to his ears.

Suddenly, the voices from next door became crystal clear, as if they were speaking right beside him.

“Director Lin, if there’s anything you need, just say the word!

I’ll make sure it gets done properly!”

Liu Hun immediately recognized the voice as Huang Meili’s, as unforgettable as the person herself.

“That damn dog named Guan, who knows what trouble he’s stirring up here again.

We need to deal with him properly this time!

Let him know that even a clay Buddha is still an Immortal!

I want him to feel the wrath of my hand.”

Liu Hun’s mouth twitched at what he heard.

It was true what they say; enemies sure do cross paths often.

There Huang Meili was, with Lin Fugui united in their scheming.

“Is Director Lin referring to Wanbao Village’s village chief, Liu Hun?” Huang Meili sounded surprised.

“Who else but that fool could it be?

How dare he make a fool out of me…

Never mind that for now!

We need to deal with this fool once and for all!” Lin Fugui’s resentment was palpable.

“Heh!

Even if you hadn’t mentioned it, I’d have dealt with him!

You have no idea, last time he made a monkey out of me, and I was so upset, I even lost nearly three pounds in a day!

It cost me dearly!

We’ve got to crush him to vent this anger!” Huang Meili’s tone was filled with both hatred and resentment.

“Huang Meili, just listen to me.

This time we’ll really get Liu Hun good!

Mayor Xie will go next door to see him in a bit, and I’ll have you serve the tea.

You get Hou from the finance department to spit a big loogie into Liu Hun’s cup.

Hou’s got hepatitis and lung disease; it’ll be sure to settle the score with Liu Hun!” There was a chilling malice in Lin Fugui’s voice.

“Hold on…

Hou has hepatitis?

How did I not know about this?

Good thing I’ve never gotten close to him!

But Director Lin, what if Hou goes and snitches?” Huang Meili’s voice trembled like a scared quail, fearing getting infected herself.

“What are you afraid of?

Only you and I know about Hou’s hepatitis.

If he dares to blabber, I’ll make sure his condition is known everywhere, and he’ll be the one to get the boot!

So, you have nothing to fear!

Hustle up!

Mayor Xie will be coming down soon.” Lin Fugui gave Huang Meili a final instruction before the sound ceased.

Liu Hun, having heard their plan, quickly sat back down, resolved to give Huang Meili and Lin Fugui a taste of their own medicine today.

Soon, Xie Heguo and Lin Fugui entered the reception room, joined by Ren Peiling.

Although Ren Peiling was always limited to wearing women’s business attire, the styles varied widely, and she always wore a gentle makeup, revealing her inner vain streak.

“Liu Hun, Fu the secretary told me you wanted to see me about some work issue?” Xie Heguo asked after sitting down.

Liu Hun spoke straightforwardly, “Mayor Xie, I’m here for work indeed.

I’m planning to redraw the land planning of our Wanbao Village for the village’s long-term development.”

“Oh wow, look at him, talking about long-term planning.

Mayor, look at him directing traffic as if he’s really got it figured out,” Lin Fugui butted in before saying to Liu Hun, “You’re just a village chief!

Don’t act like you’re more than that!

Planning?

Is that even your place to do?”

“Director Lin, didn’t you just say in the meeting that Wanbao Village’s economic development should be a top priority?

We aim to highlight Wanbao Village’s unique features to create a ripple effect.

So, I believe Liu Hun, being from Wanbao Village himself, knows best about the village’s situation.

We should listen to his opinions and ideas,” Ren Peiling chimed in, knowing Lin Fugui still held a grudge about the other day and was itching for payback.

Lin Fugui hadn’t finished spilling his venom when Xie Heguo spoke up, “Hmm, Director Ren makes a valid point, very sensible.

We can discuss all we want in meetings, but it might not be as clear as the perspective of the villagers themselves.

Taking a wide range of public opinion into account is a reflection of our Party members’ advanced thinking!

It’s what we, as the official guardians of Wanbao Village, ought to do!

So…

Liu Hun, feel free to speak your mind!”