"What's your surname?" He looked at Mengyu. There was no reason why he had never seen such a beautiful girl and she was rich.
"Jiang." Mengyu cherishes the word like gold.
"The surname is Jiang? That Jiang Haidong?" As soon as he mentioned the three characters Jiang Haidong, he suddenly remembered that Jiang Haidong had been intercepted and beaten to death for abducting and selling women.
Moreover, how could Jiang Haidong, who was no more than an employee of a fertilizer factory in the county town, have so much money?
Mengyu didn't tell the truth and let Zhao Zhongming guess blindly.
At this moment, Jing Cuizhu stepped in. When he saw Jiang Mengyu, he immediately shouted in surprise: "Oh, Mengyu, when did you come? Come and sit in my room."
Jing Cuizhu said, pulling Mengyu towards her room.
Zhao Zhongming became anxious and stood up to stop Jing Cuizhu: "Deputy Township Chief Jing, what are you doing? I am receiving Comrade Jiang."
"Oh?" Jing Cuizhu turned to Mengyu and asked, "Aren't you here to find me?"
Mengyu shook her head: "I came here to ask Secretary Zhou where have you been? Secretary Zhou said you were not at home. I asked her when she would be back. She said she didn't know, so I had to wait.
It just so happened that Deputy Secretary Zhao came back, so I had a chat with him. You came back just in time, there are many people here, so let’s go to your room and talk."
Then he turned to Deputy Secretary Zhao and said, "Deputy Secretary Zhao, please find a village like the one you mentioned. Let me first say a few words to Deputy Township Chief Jing."
Jing Cuizhu raised her chin proudly towards Zhao Zhongming.
Zhao Zhongming was furious, but had no choice but to watch helplessly as Jing Cuizhu took Jiang Mengyu away.
"Does Deputy Secretary Zhao want you to donate money to build a new socialist countryside? It's just a face-saving project, so don't agree to it."
Mengyu didn't expect Jing Cuizhu to say this, and was amused in her heart: "Why?"
"Because the farmers themselves don't want to do it at all. They just want to get rich as soon as possible. If there are good projects to make farmers rich, that is the most important thing.
Now everyone wants to build new rural areas before they get rich. Farmers are unwilling to take money. Who has that money? If you have that money, why not build more roads? If you want to get rich, you have to build roads first!"
Mengyu smiled, Jing Cuizhu frowned, I'm afraid he encountered another problem.
"Deputy Mayor, I wonder how the road is being repaired?" Mengyu asked.
Jing Cuizhu's mood immediately became high again: "Hey, thanks to your donation of 100,000 yuan, the road from Xiayao Village to Jiangzhou and then to Weishang has become an asphalt road."
"Oh, are everyone happy?"
"The people in this area are very happy. The sand, gravel, and labor are all produced by themselves. Everyone's consciousness is very high. But"
"But what?" Mengyu asked deliberately.
"However, our people in the Jiangzhou Brigade of Xiayao Village are happy, but the Simen Brigade, Longgou Brigade and Jiutaitian Brigade are all jealous.
Especially the Jiutian brigade. From the village brigade to the commune, let alone oil roads, there is not even a dirt road that can be opened to traffic. Goods in the mountains cannot be transported. If you want to get rich, you have to rely on the villagers to pick it up on their shoulders. It is difficult.
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Mengyu was surprised: "Don't the higher ups allocate funds?"
Jing Cuizhu sighed: "The funds allocated from above can only build rural roads at most. There are so many village roads that we can't even queue up."
She looked at Mengyu with hopeful eyes, wanting to say something, but then shook her head.
Mengyu has already donated 100,000 yuan. It is too difficult to get people to donate money to build roads again. Moreover, not only one village road needs to be built this time, but several. The funding gap is really huge.
Why did she still have the nerve to talk to Mengyu?