Ji l.Tianlai Novel.|2

Interior of Rongfu office building reception room.

"brush!"

Uncle Tong took out a stack of documents made of A4 paper from the artificial leather bag he carried with him, and then said with a smile: "Nephew, this is the investment promotion plan made by our Xingwang Village. Here, our main income depends on fruits and corn. Moreover, many farmers' fruit planting technology has matured, and some have even learned it in advanced units in other provinces and cities... So, the yield and quality of fruits are very good, but to be honest, due to the transportation problem of closure of the mountain, many companies that have talked about before have given up cooperation with the village. Because our output is large, it is a drop in the bucket for large enterprises. In addition, the transportation cost is very high, so if you ask the enterprise to bear the freight, they will definitely not do it. But if you spread the money to our people, the profit will also shrink significantly. Apart from the planting costs, there will be no money left throughout the year...!"

When Lin Jun heard this, he frowned and took the plan, lowered his head and swept it.

"Big nephew, what we are thinking is, can Rongfu invest in building a fruit beverage processing factory here? The factory is borne by the local area and there is no charge for any fees... At this point, our village can pass as long as it reports to the superiors. We can sign the contract first!" Uncle Tong added with some trepidation.

“…!”

When Lin Jun heard this, he was silent for a while and frowned and asked, "If the fruit processing plant is built, how can the technical problems be solved?! Do you have talents in this area in your village?"

"…!" Uncle Tong's mouth felt bitter when he heard this.

"Uncle Tong, our Rongfu mainly works in hotels, so we don't understand fruit processing at all." Lin Jun opened his mouth and continued to live: "If you build a factory, the farmers there do not have this experience and we do not have corresponding talent delivery here, then all from the bottom-level employees to the management will have to be hired externally! This expense may be greater than the cost of building two factories!"

After hearing this, Uncle Tong pondered for a while and asked: "The management team hired externally, and the lower-level employees asked our farmers to bear part of it. Your company paid for them to learn opportunities. The farmers can get a low salary, and even if they don't pay during the study period, they will only receive a basic salary during the internship period within two years of their employment! Do you think this way is OK?"

"hehe!"

Lin Jun smiled when he heard this, then blinked his eyes and put down the documents, intervened and said to Uncle Tong: "I understand what you said. You want to solve the problem of fruit delivery, and build a factory to give farmers a chance to re-employment, get their salary on time every month, and give them a job."

"...You said I was in my heart!" Uncle Tong nodded seriously.

"Uncle, I'll tell the truth. It may be straight, but it's the current situation!" Lin Jun handed Uncle Tong a cigarette.

"you say!"

"This is a good thing, a good thing, but it is not a matter of making money." Lin Jun said bluntly.

After hearing this, Uncle Tong fell silent for a moment.

"...The truth often means that it is a pour of cold water, but you are not an ordinary village director who attracts investment. We have a real relationship, so I want to say a few words." Lin Jun smoked and frowned and said, "Actually, I have never been optimistic about the investment in Fengshan Town! Determined by geographical location, the big capital dare not come, nor do I want to come, because I invested a lot, but I returned slowly. The environmental characteristics determine that enterprises with a single business model cannot find excitement here... In business, the main purpose of any company is to make profits, not poverty alleviation!"

"I know!" Uncle Tong's wrinkled cheeks were covered with sorrow.

"I went there one day the mobilization meeting held in the city, too!" Lin Jun blinked, turned his head and looked at Uncle Tong and continued to say directly: "The money must be paid by Rongfu, but this is for the city's face, not for the economic environment of Fengshan Town! But I told my dad at that time that if Rongfu gets this money, I will first suggest that the city use your Xingwang Village!"

"How many will there be?!" Uncle Tong asked urgently, but anyone could see his expression at this moment. He was not for himself, but for his hometown.

"The company needs to discuss this and decide!" Lin Jun replied truthfully: "But if you didn't look for me today, Rongfu might have got five hundred, but you are here... I will discuss adding a part!"

"Thanks!"

After hearing Lin Jun say this, Uncle Tong held his palm: "Master, I'll thank Xingwang Village!"

"Uncle! How capable is, how much responsibility it is on your shoulders! You are an elder, so I would like to advise you that any renovation of poor villages is what the superior government should do, just do your best!" Lin Jun persuaded him in a real way.

"The town came to inspect and saw the village committee, the ditch heads of land and the farmhouses that were eaten. They talked about basic policies. They didn't know what kind of life the people live!" Uncle Tong sighed.

"Um!"

After hearing this, Lin Jun nodded only but did not answer again.

That morning, Lin Jun and Uncle Tong chatted in the office for more than two hours. Then after lunch time, Lin Jun specially left Uncle Tong and asked Brother Shangfeng to accompany him and had a meal together.

...

The other end.

Jil City, in a prison.

After Zhao Wu and two entourages followed the discipline into the office, they put down their things and waited.

Twenty minutes later.

The discipline officer led a middle-aged man wearing Beijing cloth shoes and wearing a yellow vest with the prison name and area code printed on it, and walked towards the office.

He is about 30 years old, 1.72 meters tall and 73 meters tall, medium-sized, shaved head, and a lifelike golden dragon tattooed on his neck, shaved with clouds downwards. This tattoo has obviously been modified, because if you look closely, you can see the light blue pattern below the golden dragon. Therefore, this is obviously a bit of tattoos on his neck when he was young, but later he may feel it was too shady, so he changed it again. However, this can be seen that when he was young, he was probably a man in the martial arts world.

"Bang!"

After the discipline took the middle-aged man into the office, he immediately stood at the door and said, "Tang Chuan, you can chat with your friend first, and I'll call you when I'm right now!"

"Oh, OK!" middle-aged man nodded.

"Um!"

The disciplinary responded, and then turned around and walked out with another prison guard in the room.

"...Five son, why are you here?" Tang Chuan asked with a smile.

Zhao Wu looked at the middle-aged man in front of him, pondered for a while and said, "Chuanzi, I'm very sorry for you!"

"What's wrong?!" Tang Chuan was stunned.

"...Xiaofeng...is gone!" Zhao Wu said with gritted teeth.
Chapter completed!