The village Party secretary of Zhang Family Village was named Zhang Xinguo.
When Lin Zhe had led the large group into the village earlier that day, Zhang Xinguo had even stepped forward to stop their vehicle and ask about them.
Secretary Zhang had made a fairly good first impression on Lin Zhe.
He was mature and steady, a man who took his responsibilities toward the village collective seriously.
What Lin Zhe had learned over the phone from his uncle-in-law confirmed that impression.
Moreover, according to his uncle-in-law, he and Zhang Xinguo were relatives from the same clan.
Their great-grandfathers had been brothers born to the same mother.
"Let's leave it at that for now. I'll call him and ask about the specifics so I can make preparations on my end."
"All right, Uncle-in-law. I'll hang up, then."
After ending the call with his uncle-in-law, Lin Zhe saw that he had already sent him Zhang Xinguo's phone number.
With a tap of his finger, Lin Zhe called Zhang Xinguo right away.
The afternoon sunshine was not as scorching as it had been earlier in the day.
Zhang Xinguo was beneath the loofah trellis at home, munching on chilled watermelon fresh from the refrigerator.
"Han Mei's family really stole the show today, with all those guests arriving at once."
"That nephew of hers is young, but he's certainly capable."
Zhang Xinguo's wife, Liu Cuixia, stood on a wooden ladder picking loofahs, her eyes full of envy.
"I heard her nephew runs an inn over by Mount Sanqing, and business is booming."
"All the people he brought today are guests staying at his inn."
"He's covering all of today's expenses, too. He certainly doesn't mind spending."
Although Zhang Xinguo had met Lin Zhe only once, he had made quite an impression on