Investment
With Assistant Deng supporting him, Secretary Luo was still gasping for breath from the hurried trip. But after catching his breath a little, he insisted, "Are you still hoping to move the manor to your villages? I'm telling you, don't waste your effort!"
The uninvited guests who had barged into the village had put him in a very bad mood.
"Exactly! Yongling Agriculture has already settled in Meijiao. That's a fact. There's no point trying to poach them. Why are you people all fixated on us? The world is so big—why not go out and see it for yourselves? You're always trying to take food from someone else's bowl. Ask yourselves, is that really decent?"
The newly elected Director Feng spoke with undisguised disdain, but his attitude was entirely in line with those of Village Chief Mei and Secretary Luo.
They advised the people from the various villages not to get their hopes up. They might end up with nothing and damage the goodwill between their villages. They were neighbors, after all, and saw one another all the time. If they couldn't get Yongling Agriculture, they could look for something else!
Meijiao had indeed seen its share of power struggles and conflicts of interest, but those had been internal matters, settled among their own people behind closed doors.
At that moment, however, the village chief, the Party secretary, the director, and the villagers were all in complete agreement: with the neighboring villages eyeing them hungrily, they had to protect the fruits of their victory and not let those wolves—cough, no, their competitors—snatch away Meijiao's profits.
There were always more wolves than meat. Everyone wanted their fill—to eat until they were stuffed, with enough left over for later. How could that possibly happen?
Village Chief Mei cut straight to the