Jiang Yan Hai flipped through his phone. There were not many people he could call, and he could not call anyone from his village. It was not that Jiang Yan Hai had forgotten old ties. He had grown up eating meals from a hundred households. The old principal of the town primary school, for instance—if not for him, Jiang Yan Hai would not be where he was today.
It was just that there were some people he could not contact. That was not his decision to make, because if he contacted them, there would be far too much he needed to explain.
What Jiang Yan Hai did not know was that the village where he had grown up had once been considered impoverished. It had now received extensive targeted poverty alleviation assistance. The town's primary school, middle school, and other schools had all been rebuilt, and every student received free breakfast, lunch, and dinner. On top of their state salaries, the teachers also received additional subsidies.
All the investments, including the targeted poverty alleviation funds, had come from the Yunfeng Group.
The only people Jiang Yan Hai seemed able to call were some old professors. These professors knew a little about his current circumstances, and they could certainly keep a secret.
Other than that, there was practically no one else he could tell.
The comrades who needed to know were still on the other side, and there was no way to inform them about this either. Forget it. He would make it up to them later. After thinking it over, Jiang Yan Hai realized that the only people he could call were Professor Liao and Professor Ren.
It was not convenient to contact Old Liu and the others right now, since they were all busy. Developments on the other side