Chapter 438 Blood-sucking Worm (Subscribe for monthly tickets)
On August 1995, 8, a sunny morning, Zhang Yunqi received his college admission letter from the postman at the doorstep of his home in Shuixie Yundu.

The notification letter from Shonan University has a red frame with the school name written by a great man, which is simple and clean.

The admission letter has arrived, which means school is about to start.

In the more than one month since the end of the college entrance examination, Zhang Yunqi's mind has been completely focused on Aiwa Electronics. He suddenly wanted to take advantage of the last vacation to go back to Yunxi Village to live for a few days.

He plans to take Chu Jian with him.

He was usually quiet when they first met, but sometimes, unintentionally, some of the girl's actions always moved him inexplicably.

If Zhang Yunqi hadn't mentioned it when they first met, he wouldn't have remembered the birthday. He had never been a person who cared about the sense of ceremony, especially his own.

When she mentioned his birthday when they first met that day, he was stunned. Then he hugged the girl in his arms without saying anything. The moonlight coming in through the window fell on the girl's slender body, as if there was a hazy warmth.

As for going to Yunxi Village, Chu Jian was thinking about making up for his studies and earning more money for university tuition and living expenses, so naturally he had no time to go back to Yunxi Village to play.

Zhang Yunqi did not force her. The girl had her own ideas. She was just bored at home alone, so he asked Chunlan to stay as well. She would be in her third year of high school soon, so it was a good opportunity for them to listen to the class of the new top student together.

He took Ji Ling and Xiao Xiao to Yunxi.

When we arrived at Yunxi, it was already past six in the afternoon.

It was just dinner time when Zhang Haijun, the village party secretary of Yunxi Village and Ji Ling's uncle, received the news that Zhang Yunqi had returned to Yunxi yesterday.

On this day, he made time to kill chickens, ducks and fish, and even specially prepared wild rabbits and wild boar meat, which Zhang Yunqi liked to eat. He also notified Zhang Yunqi's father Zhang Liushun, village cadres, the management of the village cooperative, Niu Fen, co-founder of Liansheng Group and general manager of the raw material supply division, and Tan Shenghe, general manager of Huafeng Agriculture, to all be in place.

Two large tables were set up in the main room for dinner.

The main room was very lively. Before the meal was served, everyone was drinking tea and talking about the unified construction of villas in the village. This was the most important matter in the village at the moment.

Zhang Haijun took out a stack of villa construction drawings and materials from his bedroom and handed them to Zhang Yunqi, probably wanting him to give some suggestions.

The villagers always thought that Zhang Yunqi, a scholar, knew everything. In fact, Zhang Yunqi didn't know much about these things, and he had never lived in a villa in his previous life. But Zhang Haijun took it out, and he still took a look at it while chatting with everyone.

The townhouse has two floors, five bedrooms and three living rooms. The average floor area of ​​each building is 122 square meters, and the construction area is 238 square meters. The first floor is the main hall, living room, reception room, kitchen, elderly room, etc. The second floor has four bedrooms and a balcony. It is not large, but it is enough for a rural family of six or seven people, which was common in that era.

The characteristics of this type of townhouse are its large depth, small width, and location along the street. On a piece of land, it achieves the goal of "dividing households but not families" through the form of townhouses. It not only makes full use of homestead resources, but also avoids duplicate construction. On the whole, while highlighting the aesthetic requirements, it greatly saves the cost of building houses, and makes it convenient for neighbors in the village to take care of each other and keep in touch with each other.

Zhang Yunqi thought it was pretty good.

He had no objection to this and asked with a smile: "Uncle Haijun, how many villas will be built in this village? How much will it cost to build? How will the money be paid? Do you have a specific cost plan?"

Everyone looked at the village party secretary Zhang Haijun. Zhang Haijun took a sip of tea and said, "These are all out. Some villagers will split up when the houses are built together, so there will be an increase. A preliminary calculation shows that there are about a hundred houses."

Zhang Yunqi nodded.

In the past, Yunxi Village had only 70 households, but many of them had split up and lived on their own, like him and his elder brother Zhang Yunfeng. They used to be registered under their father Zhang Liushun's household account in the village, but now his elder brother Zhang Yunfeng has split up and lived on his own, and now they have two accounts, so they must each get one this time.

Zhang Haijun added: "The total construction cost, I calculated with the villagers, is about 600 million. This is because we can purchase the steel bars, cement, red bricks and other building materials from merchants ourselves. We are also acquaintances of the construction party. After compressing and saving a lot of costs, we calculated the total cost."

Zhang Yunqi nodded.

Tan Shenghe, general manager of Huafeng Agriculture, said with some emotion: "The Yunxi Village model is still good. The village collective is rich. I have been working in agriculture all my life. When I was teaching, I traveled all over China's rural areas for research. It's the first time in history that a village has built villas in a unified way!"

Everyone laughed at this remark.

The village cadres and old people in Yunxi Village were all beaming. Some even exaggerated, saying that it was this kid who led the people of his hometown out of poverty and into prosperity.

Zhang Yunqi smiled and agreed, then asked, "Uncle Haijun, six million is not a small amount. How did the village plan the source of this funding?"

Zhang Haijun said: "As for the source of funds, the village's collective account can take out 300 million. You also know that our village's collective money is mainly the option income of the cooperative. I calculated that the maximum amount that can be taken out is 300 million. The remaining 300 million means that each household has to raise yuan on their own. This amount of money is not small. Although the villagers in our village are also quite rich, it is still quite stressful to pay yuan at once, so we plan to raise part of the funds by the villagers themselves, and donate part of the funds to others."

Zhang Yunqi felt that this was inappropriate.

This navy uncle still has the mindset of an old farmer. He always levies donations, which has a really bad impact on Yunxi Village.

He knew without even thinking who the target of this donation and fundraising was. It was definitely those people who had left Yunxi Village, or were working outside the village, as well as the connections that had been accumulated and won over the years through the golden signboard of "Yunxi".

Of these people, a large number are well-known, but in reality, most of them are just people who get a fixed salary. Zhang Yunqi lit a cigarette and said directly in front of all the Yunxi Village cadres and the board of directors: "Uncle Haijun, and all the uncles and aunts, don't blame me for speaking bluntly. I think that the practice of allocating donations must be resolutely stopped in Yunxi Village in the future."

The main room suddenly became quiet.

Generally, when a village has a big project but is short of funds, it is a common practice in rural areas to raise funds from those who have made a name for themselves outside. It is considered a way of giving back to their hometown. Everyone thinks it is nothing. Yunxi Village’s cultural center and cement road construction have raised funds several times. However, Zhang Yunqi’s words were too weighty. When he opened his mouth to object, everyone was stunned. Even Ji Ling at another table turned his head to look over.

Zhang Haijun frowned and said, "Kid, what do you mean?"

Zhang Yunqi felt that the village cadres were quite resistant, so he patiently explained, "Let me give you a simple example. For example, Uncle Guoxiang. I don't know if he has money, but at least on the surface, he is just a government employee, and his whole family lives in a company apartment of several dozen square meters. If you go to him to ask for donations, and donate too little, he will lose face. If you donate too much, this is to build townhouses in the village. He will also think, since the villagers of Yunxi Village have the ability to build this thing, why do you ask people living in tube buildings in the city to donate? What kind of talk is this?"

When Zhang Haijun heard this, his expression turned unhappy.

Several village cadres and board managers who were involved in this matter remained silent. Zhang Yunqi's words made sense to them, but they were not as powerful as reality.

The reality now is that the village is short of three million yuan for building villas. How much money can be raised by collecting donations? But even this road is blocked, so should the villas be built?

Now the reputation has spread. Not only in Fengyang County, but even many people in the city have heard that there is a village in Jiangchuan that plans to build villas for the entire village, and every family will become rich!

If the biggest project in the history of the village is ruined because of money, it doesn't matter if these local bosses lose face, but will they still care about the face of Yunqi?

Zhang Yunqi doesn't care and doesn't want to care.

He was very polite and didn't say anything deeper.

The village is collecting donations, most likely hoping that Zhang Yunqi will pay the biggest portion and fill the funding gap!

Because how much money can other people really come up with?
Over the years, he has contributed a lot of money to the village's public services, such as building a cultural center, repairing roads, and building a primary school. He did it without saying a word. No one knows how much money he has donated exactly, but at least nearly two million yuan has been donated in the name of his father Zhang Liushun.

Of course, for him, it doesn't matter how much money he donates. He can and will donate money for children's education, elderly care, relief for poor families, road repairs in the village, etc.

It is not allowed to build villas in the village.

Otherwise, wouldn’t all the people in Yunxi Village become blood-sucking worms lying on him?
The people in Yunxi Village should stop pretending. If they want to pretend, they can only take Viagra even if they can't get it hard.

Zhang Haijun smoked a cigarette, his expression became a little confused. For him, for Yunxi Village, Zhang Yunqi's opinion could not be ignored.

He said patiently, "Honey, you have to understand this. There is no other way. If we don't ask for donations, many villagers can't come up with so much money at once. Thirty thousand per household! The village has developed. A few years ago, they were shaking with money for three hundred or three thousand! If we really can't ask for donations, you have a smart mind. Otherwise, you can come up with an idea for the village. How to solve this three million funding gap?"

Everyone turned their attention to Zhang Yunqi again. Zhang Yunqi lit a cigarette and said, "Actually, there are many ways, but our thinking is a bit limited. The village is developing so well now, and the land and facilities are appreciating so fast. Aren't Liansheng Group and Agricultural Bank of China piloting two-right mortgage loans? The village mortgages the high-standard farmland management rights. Not to mention 300 million, 1000 million can be raised!"

When Zhang Haijun heard this, he started to think about it and thought it was a good idea.

Zhang Yunqi dusted off his cigarette ashes and said, "I just gave a simple example. Uncle Haijun, let's not talk about the others. Just say that the village gets 10% of the option income from the cooperative every year. With so much cash flow, which bank wouldn't be eagerly waiting for you to come and withdraw the money?"

Zhang Yunqi added: "So my plan is to borrow 150 million from the Agricultural Bank. This 150 million includes 10% of the cooperative's option income. It will be easy for the village to pay it back. The remaining 150 million will be raised by the villagers themselves. They have to pay, and it's a lot of money. If the village pays for all the money, the account can be divided into countless accounts. How will the house be divided when the time comes? No one will be able to back down."

Zhang Haijun thought about it carefully and thought it was feasible. He could borrow 150 million yuan from the bank. With the current income of the village, it could completely cover the cost. "Waha, you have a way!"

Everyone at the table looked at Zhang Yunqi with a smile.

Some uncles and aunts praised him for his quick mind, while others talked about how when Yunxi Village first established a shareholding cooperative, everyone was worried about the thousand yuan of share capital. In the end, he was the one who dared to think and act, and led everyone to borrow money from the Longwan Town Credit Cooperative to solve everyone's share capital. From then on, the villagers of Yunxi Village embarked on the road to poverty alleviation and prosperity.

Zhang Yunqi didn't feel happy at all after hearing this.

He felt that the level of the village leaders had not kept up. Yunxi had developed to such a stage, but these leaders were still using those old-fashioned remedies to do things. He couldn't help but feel worried about the future of the village.

He said: "Over the years, the village has lived well relying on the 10% option income of the cooperative, but uncles and aunts, I think many things need to be considered carefully. To put it bluntly, if Liansheng Group fails one day, Yunxi Village will be wiped out. Now, while our village is developing well, the village leaders can expand their vision and find ways to expand the village's income channels instead of relying entirely on Liansheng."

Zhang Haijun and other village cadres have always felt that Yunxi Village is developing well, the business is thriving, and life is getting better day by day. Few of them have noticed the hidden dangers of Yunxi Village's development model. In other words, even if they knew about it, they had no good solution. At this time, Zhang Yunqi brought it up and asked, "Baby, do you have any good suggestions?"

Zhang Yunqi said, "Our Yunxi is now a typical model village for rural land reform in the province. It has a strong brand and reputation, and there are business opportunities everywhere. There are a lot of assets and resources that can be revitalized. I won't say anything else. Haven't you noticed that the secondary and tertiary industries near Longjingyuan Agricultural Industrial Park are developing so well, and there are many people renting houses? The market is very lively? And when the Longwan Town Government moves here, the economic development will be faster and better. It just so happens that we are building houses together this time. Are the old houses vacated? Isn't it a waste to leave them idle somewhere?"

Zhang Yunqi paused and continued, "So, all uncles and aunts are village leaders. What you should think about now is not moving into a big villa right away, but you should immediately find a way to collect the old houses of nearly a hundred villagers and store them in the village collective, carry out unified repairs, develop characteristic industries, and generate income for the village collective."

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