Big Data Cultivation-Chapter 489 - : The Imagination of Poverty (First Release)

Chapter 489: Chapter 489: The Imagination of Poverty (First Release)

Chi Zhijie had heard early on that Feng Jun was willing to offer a lump-sum payment for the contract fee.

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Without such an offer, the county wouldn’t even consider contracting out the forest.

The timber from those tree farms could be harvested gradually, providing a steady flow of revenue each year, and was a mainstay of the county’s fiscal income.

There were plenty of county leaders who wanted to get things done, who believed that merely collecting contract fees wouldn’t solve the problem of sustainable development, so they thought to take advantage of this opportunity to develop the tourism industry as well.

But Feng Jun made it clear he didn’t want to get involved in tourism development, and this gave County Chief Chi quite a headache.

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He tried to persuade him again, “If you doubt the county’s sincerity, you can spell out the rights and obligations in the agreement.”

Feng Jun scoffed, “Agreement? Ha… Agreements are made to be torn up.”

“I can’t agree with you there,” County Chief Chi spoke firmly, “We are working hard to build a law-based society, and there have been plenty of cases where citizens have won lawsuits against officials. You must have noticed this change while doing business in Zhengyang.”

Feng Jun stretched his mouth into a silent smile, “Not long ago, a state-owned enterprise in Chaoge tried to snatch my business, sending over fifty people to Zhengyang to summon me… More than fifty people, just to summon me. Can you believe that?”

What the hell, Chi Zhijie’s mouth twitched at hearing this, thinking what kind of deep grudge was this?

He couldn’t help but ask out loud, “And then… what happened?”

Feng Jun replied nonchalantly, “Afterward, I had them all sent to the police station.”

County Chief Chi’s eyelids twitched furiously—over fifty people forcibly summoning you, and you sent them to the police station?

This Boss Feng was somewhat robust indeed.

He was very aware that Feng Jun was just an ordinary person with no background, with his parents and relatives living in Chaoge.

Initially, County Chief Chi thought that Feng Jun had just made a fortune by chance, but after hearing this, he realized that the man must have some unknown background in addition to his wealth.

The most crucial point was that after Feng had taken those people down, he had followed official channels, which proved he had been largely in the right.

So Chi Zhijie couldn’t help but ask another question, “How was it handled in the end?”

Feng Jun was still the picture of calm, “In the end, Chaoge City intervened, returned the seized equipment, and even paid some compensation.”

Just then, someone sucked in a breath of cold air, and looking over, it was a young man.

He was County Chief Chi’s secretary, who had been startled by the conversation.

County Chief Chi, however, grew interested, “What exactly happened with that incident? Tell me about it?”

Feng Jun smiled, “There’s not much to say. Some people saw my business doing well and tried to rob me under the guise of state-run enterprises. This incident is well-known in Zhengyang; County Chief Chi can look into it.”

Upon hearing this, County Chief Chi knew that Feng Jun wasn’t testing his ability to gather information but was confident that there were no wrongs on his side in that incident and wasn’t afraid of people finding out.

Thinking this, he cursed the people of Chaoge in his heart: Why do Chaoyang people have to bear the consequences of your misdeeds?

Then, he raised his eyebrows in surprise, “I recall you deal in jewelry and Jade. What equipment could have been seized from you?”

“I also produce some industrial products,” Feng Jun answered solemnly, “Previously, I outsourced production in Chaoge, but now I’ve moved it back to Yunyuan City; it’s also a way of giving back to my hometown.”

County Chief Chi’s eyes brightened, “What kind of industrial products? What’s the annual output value?”

Feng Jun thought for a moment, feeling he could dangle a carrot, “The products aren’t high-tech, annual output value… around twenty to thirty million.”

County Chief Chi’s eyes shone even more, “How much is the profit?”

“Not much profit,” Feng Jun answered casually, “It all goes through personal accounts, just a processing fee, really.”

When County Chief Chi heard “personal accounts” and “processing fee,” he roughly understood what was meant, but he still didn’t want to miss this opportunity, so he said, “Since it’s your business, Boss Feng, why mention Yunyuan? Keep it in Chaoyang.”

But Feng Jun just shook his head with a smile, “The person in charge of this project is from Yunyuan, my classmate from high school. It’s a small order, so I’ll leave it to him.”

A small order… County Chief Chi’s mouth twitched, you really do think highly of yourself.

Truth be told, he was keen to secure this order for Chaoyang, but considering the project might involve tax evasion, he hesitated.

Feng Jun’s eyes shifted, “Of course, if I can contract the land and produce other products, I will give priority to my hometown.”

County Chief Chi looked at him with a bitter smile, “If you can’t get the contract, you won’t consider it?”

Feng Jun was firm in his convictions, refusing to be swayed, “Giving back to my hometown also depends on personal capacity, it must be a win-win or multi-win situation… I don’t engage in things that are too forced.”

County Chief Chi fell silent, then after a while spoke again, “I’m genuinely curious, how do you plan to make money by contracting such a large area?”

Feng Jun replied readily, “Contracting the mountain land, I don’t have a rigid need to make money. What’s most important is that I want to buy a piece of land for my parents to spend their twilight years in peace. They will live there, and preserving the green mountains and clear waters is definitely a priority.”

“Watt?” County Chief Chi felt his brain wasn’t quite adequate, “You haven’t thought about making money for sure?”

“That’s right,” Feng Jun nodded, “The Forestry Bureau can set up a timber inspection station outside my mountain gate.”

Poverty has indeed limited my imagination, County Chief Chi sighed inwardly. Someone is contracting several square kilometers of land just for their parents’ retirement—wasn’t that a bit too exaggerated?

But since the other party said it so confidently, he couldn’t help but believe it, and he couldn’t help but wonder in secret, could it be that besides timber, there’s something else that can be mass-produced in the mountains?

“Alright, don’t think too much,” Feng Jun saw his furrowed brows and couldn’t help but speak with a smile, “If Chaoyang can’t contract the mountain land, I can still go to other counties. I’ve contracted four square kilometers of barren mountains in Zhengyang.”

“Come on,” County Chief Chi laughed heartily, “how can you take Chaoyang’s money and buy land in another county?”

That was a joke. What he meant was that the county wouldn’t let go of this money. What a joke, several square kilometers of mountain land, a lump-sum contract fee, who could let go of such a big sum of money?

This visit was a probe; his idea was that, at the very least, he wanted to hold on to the lump-sum contract fee. Any additional money he could obtain was a bonus.

He had no relationship with his successor, and leaving behind more resources wouldn’t earn him any favor—favor would be useless anyway.

What he was considering now was how to maximize the benefits of this matter.

Of course, these were all just plans. Such a big matter wasn’t something that he, as a county chief, could decide alone. He was only there to understand Feng Jun’s attitude and negotiate terms with the city.

Feng Jun smiled slightly, not saying anything more. This was the aura he had now.

County Chief? I recognize you then you’re the county chief. If I don’t, you’re nothing at all. If it comes to it, I just won’t return while you’re in office.

Chi Zhijie couldn’t possibly be the county chief forever, and Feng would always be a person of Chaoyang.

“There’s a reservoir management station up ahead,” County Chief Chi said with a smile, “How about they prepare a couple of fish for us at noon?”

“Never mind,” Feng Jun shook his head with a smile, refusing, “The people in my car are quite delicate, just grabbing something simple to eat will be fine.”

“Hey, what’s that supposed to mean,” County Chief Chi frowned, not pleased, “The fish from the reservoir are pure, natural, and unpolluted, something you can’t get in big cities.”

Feng Jun just laughed at him, “The barren mountains I contracted in Zhengyang are right by a big river. Isn’t river fish even better than lake fish?”

“That’s not necessarily true,” County Chief Chi argued with him, “So what about river fish? The pollution in Zhengyang is quite severe.”

Just then, a person walked up behind Feng Jun, “The management of sewage treatment in big cities is quite good now.”

County Chief Chi saw an exotic beauty approaching. Although he had seen her yesterday, he couldn’t help but be amazed again today. Smiling, he said, “You’re right, but it’s a pity not to try the local fish when you visit Chaoyang.”

“We have to hit the road,” Feng Jun spoke earnestly, “We need to get going to Yunyuan soon.”

“I know,” County Chief Chi responded with a smile, “The lighting store is opening, it’s the son of Dou from Chengguan Police Station, right?”

It seemed he really did his homework, even knowing that Dou Jiahui was opening a lighting store.

Feng Jun and his companions ate and drank for a while, rested briefly, and then got straight in the car to head for Yunyuan.

It wasn’t far from Chaoyang to Yunyuan. Two hours later, they arrived in the city and checked directly into the Yunyuan Grand Hotel.

After a quick settling in, Feng Jun drove the Phaeton to the lighting store to visit Dou Jiahui.

The lighting store had been newly renovated, spanning about fifty to sixty square meters. Around a dozen workers were busily installing light fixtures and others were moving stock. The two split-type air conditioners were set to high, blasting cold air, but everyone was still shirtless, sweating profusely.

Dou Jiahui, wearing a safety helmet, was inspecting the place. Seeing Feng Jun, he came over to offer him a cigarette and spoke with a laugh, “You didn’t need to come over today, look at the chaos here.”

Feng Jun looked around, a bit concerned, “Can this open… tomorrow?”

“The work in a shop is never finished, just like getting married, you’re never fully prepared,” Dou Jiahui replied with a smile, “Anyway, when the time comes, we just need to handle the event…”

Then, his eyes lit up, and he spoke excitedly, “Just within these ten days, I’ve already sold more than thirty thousand, and the store isn’t even finished yet.”

“Oh?” Feng Jun glanced at him, “Not bad, at this rate, isn’t completing the task a breeze?”

Dou Jiahui’s face turned bitter, “That’s all some internal trading and some deals introduced by family connections.”

His annual target was only one million. If he continued selling like this, without Feng’s help, he could easily meet it, but in truth, those early orders were strongly flavored with supportive gestures and not indicative of his actual strength to sell so much.

Feng, who had also run through markets, understood when he heard this. He nodded, smiling, “The store is just one aspect, you still need to go out and land big orders. But take it slow, there’s no need to rush.”

He couldn’t help but think again about County Chief Chi’s tourism development plan: It’s as if you have no plans to go out and bring in business, just sitting at home waiting for tourists to come to you—how can I have faith in that?

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