Carrying a Jurassic on me-Chapter 1253 - 621: Support Funds, On TV, Mechanization

"Hire senior technical researchers? Give bonuses to people at the site?"

"No!"

"You tell me!" The girl gave up guessing.

"..."

"Hurry up!"

"Planning to buy trees..."

"..."

"Our apple trees here aren’t growing properly, right? I’ll see if there are other places that need apple trees, buy them and resell them, and try to minimize the losses for our village. Now that we just got two million, we might as well do some good." Yan Fei lied.

"Would anyone want those fruit trees?" Xu Xiaoyan worried.

"Who knows, there might be! Mainly because our people here don’t really understand grafting technology, and the trees aren’t that big yet. If someone skilled in grafting does it well, it might be okay. Let’s just try and see, if it works, it works; if not, so be it."

"All right, you’re in charge of things at the site anyway," the girl showed her support. "If it goes well, it’s really a good deed, and we’ll reward you later..."

"Not even saying what the reward is..." Boss Yan grumbled.

"Hehe!" The girl responded with a giggle.

While Boss Yan was still nagging his wife, next door in the meeting room cum dining hall, it was much livelier. Everyone was gathered around the large color TV, thoroughly enjoying the commercials before the news, and when the news started, the atmosphere surged instantly.

"Look, look, the boss is on..."

"Brother Fei looks so good, and look at that guy, still wearing tourist shoes..."

Since drivers from Hong Kong and Provincial City were often around, everyone’s standards had increased. They had started to find the local trend of wearing suits and ties with sports shoes quite tacky.

In fact, the main reason was the trend of not just any sports shoes, but white ones. Since suits are generally of a dark color, wearing a pair of white tourist shoes makes them stand out even more.

But that’s the trend in the village, firstly because sports shoes are convenient—as one might need to work in the fields at any moment, and wearing leather shoes is not convenient. Secondly, good leather shoes are expensive, and cheap ones don’t last—there are artisans in the town who make leather shoes, some dislike the styles for not being fashionable enough, but those are actually the most durable. The leather shoes that cost a few dozen yuan aren’t durable enough; wear them to work, and they’ll soon fall apart and complain.

Speaking of which, since Boss Yan had made good, the tailor and shoemaker in the town, who had been barely scraping by, saw their businesses improve a lot.

What is trendy? In Sancha River village, Boss Yan could set a trend. Before, everyone thought that the clothes and shoes made in their own town weren’t nice, but Boss Yan thought they were durable, so the workwear and shoes distributed in the site were all custom-made.

Then the people at the site, consciously or unconsciously, began to mimic the big boss Yan Fei’s style, and the town’s other young people followed suit by imitating the site’s workers. Gradually, this became the trend.

The news clip was just a few seconds, and soon passed. The following news wasn’t relevant to everyone, so no one was interested, and they simply began discussing together. During the conversation, someone suddenly asked: "Why isn’t Brother Fei here watching with us?"

Someone quietly reminded: "The boss is probably busy reporting on his work right now. Having been on TV, how could he not show off to the boss’s wife!"

The moment reporting on work was mentioned, everyone laughed.

Just then, Boss Yan, having finished his phone call, entered the room beaming: "What’s so funny?"

The laughter grew even louder.

When Yan Fei joined them with his bowl, everyone laughed for quite a while longer, and then Yan Fei turned to the two newcomers in the site: "Zhang Fei and Da Yong, you’ve been here a few days now, right? How’s it going? Getting used to it?"

Cui Zhangfei and another lad quickly nodded: "Getting used to it, we’re getting used to it. Life here is even better than at home, how could we not be?"

Yan Fei nodded: "That’s good, Old Gao must have already told you. For now, you two just follow Old Gao and get acquainted with the work here, until you get used to it, then we’ll arrange things."

The two nodded hastily.

Old Gao wasn’t bad by nature, and his acquaintances weren’t those morally depraved or utterly despicable kinds of people. This was true for Cui Zhangfei, and the same for Da Yong.

Cui Zhangfei had thought he could withstand police interrogation. He’d been uncooperative with everyone except Old Gao in prison, even his initial attitude towards Boss Yan had been quite perfunctory.

But just one sentence from Boss Yan made him enthusiastic to gather under him, and once he arrived at the site and took a good look, he saw how fierce the boss was. Other bosses kept a few wolf-dogs and thought they were impressive—this man didn’t even bother with Tibetan Mastiffs and went straight to keeping tigers, black bears, and Golden Eagles for guarding—what’s not to respect?

Da Yong was actually quite a simple rural lad. His real name was Hou Dayong, and the reason he ended up in prison was the same as Old Gao’s—manslaughter.

His family had a sister; a few years back, she went to help in a small restaurant owned by some relatives in the city and caught the eye of a local thug. Eventually, the relatives had no choice but to send her back home. The thug followed her to their home, frequently loitering around the village, and they couldn’t drive him away.

Hou Dayong’s sister was already of marriageable age, and with a thug hanging around, how could they find a matchmaker? Moreover, while those in the village who knew the situation understood, others who didn’t know were spreading rumors.

The villagers banded together, and eventually made concerted efforts to chase away the thug, attacking him whenever they saw him. But the thug was quite persistent; the more they chased him, the more he wouldn’t leave, and he even began retaliating against the village—stealing chickens and dogs.

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