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The villagers exchanged glances, secretly delighted. Good heavens! How come they hadn't thought of that! All their distant relatives had brought over dozens of bags of fertilizer—why not take it?
They glanced at Song Shiwei silently, then excitedly pulled out their phones, quietly opened their WeChat, and started bombarding the family group chat with messages.
[Good news! A shady merchant has come to our village to distribute fertilizer. Hurry and pack your things and bring your ID to collect your fertilizer.]
[Fengquan Village, fertilizer is being distributed these days. Hurry and bring your family members to collect it.]
Their words were like bombshells, instantly bringing all the distant relatives in the family group chat to the forefront.
Wherever there's an opportunity to gain an advantage, you'll find their extended family and relatives!
The old women immediately responded to the call, stopping their work and calling all the men who had gone out to work back home.
What are we going there for? Of course, we're going to collect fertilizer from Fengquan Village!
Five bags of fertilizer per acre—how did they even manage to snag such a windfall?
The people from several surrounding villages were incredibly excited upon hearing the news.
They all sprinted towards Fengquan Village, afraid that if they were too late, they wouldn't get any fertilizer.
Even though they were moving so fast, when they arrived, the line for fertilizer distribution in Fengquan Village stretched from one end of the village to the other, a long line that looked like a dragon that stretched as far as the eye could see.
Yang Zhenye was dumbfounded as he stared at the crowd that had gathered in just two hours. Did the Fengquan Village have that many people?
There must be a thousand or two people here, right? If each person gets dozens of bags of fertilizer, he silently did the math in his mind and almost fainted.
Oh no! If there really are that many people, he's going to lose everything.
The three truckloads of fertilizer that had just been delivered were almost gone, but not even a small portion of the villagers had received their share.
With so many villagers, how much fertilizer will they need?
How many people are there in the Fengquan Village?
He wiped the sweat from his forehead and quickly pulled He Qinfeng, who was distributing fertilizer, aside, "Young man, how many people do you have left?"
He Qinfeng glanced at Yang Zhenye, raising an eyebrow slightly. "This is nothing, and he can't even hold on?"
He cleared his throat and said coldly, "Not many, maybe a thousand or two."
"Our Fengquan Village has been greatly affected! It's split into four smaller villages, and now that everyone knows about the fertilizer, they've all come, haven't they?"
"Don't rush. If you're tired, go and rest. Just focus on bringing the fertilizer over."
As He Qinfeng spoke, he glanced at the fertilizer truck next to him. "Hey, President Yang, we're almost out of fertilizer. Hurry up and get someone to bring some over, otherwise the villagers will fill out the forms and not get their phone credits, and they'll call you a big liar."
Yang Zhenye felt a wave of dizziness wash over him. There were so many people around; how much more money would he have to pay in compensation?!
He silently calculated the amount of money in his account, and then wondered how long he would need more.
"Boss, this situation means we'll need at least another ten or twenty million to buy fertilizer. Do we even have that much money left?" The assistant, looking anxiously at the scene before him, whispered in Yang Zhenye's ear.
Song Shiwei glanced at Yang Zhenye silently. "President Yang, do you think there aren't enough people? We still have people here. I'll go and inform them right away."
After Song Shiwei finished speaking, her gaze secretly fell on Yang Zhenye, and she said somewhat speechlessly, "[I'd like to see how long this old man can hold out.]"
The villagers, their faces beaming with excitement, exclaimed, "Boss Yang, you're such a kind person! If you think there aren't enough people, we'll call our relatives over right now. That would be an incredibly virtuous act, Boss Yang!"
Yang Zhenye:??
No, he already doesn't know how to handle this situation with so many people, and now they want to call more!
Does he even want to live anymore?
"No need! No need to call anyone," he quickly said.
The villagers lowered their eyes, as if they didn't understand, and said, "Why not? Boss Yang, I'm doing this to accumulate good karma for you. Don't worry, I have plenty of relatives, and they all have their own tricycles. They definitely won't be unable to carry it."
What the hell? They need to drive here to pick it up? He'll go bankrupt!
No, no, absolutely not! We absolutely cannot continue distributing this fertilizer like this.
His expression immediately changed, and he shouted, "What are you yelling about! Stop yelling! Stop distributing! Stop filling out forms! Today's fertilizer distribution is over!"
He quickly walked to the front of the crowd and said loudly.
The villagers, who were collecting fertilizer, were interrupted, and the smiles on their faces instantly froze. "Boss Yang, what do you mean by this?"
"These fertilizers are for everyone in Fengquan Village. What do you mean by inviting so many relatives and friends here?"
The villagers weren't to be outdone, giving Yang Zhenye a disdainful look. "Isn't Boss Yang a philanthropist? Does philanthropy come with conditions?"
"Exactly, I bet they came to our Fengquan Village with some kind of ulterior motive."
Yang Zhenye was once again struck on the heart, and the double blow of losing these fertilizers left him looking pale and wan.
His entire being, with all his wit and intelligence, now seemed to have become solid, rendering him completely incapable of thought.
"Boss Yang, you're just saying this out of spite, aren't you? We all know you're trying to do good. The fertilizer's already been distributed, so hurry up and get someone to bring it over." He Qinfeng and the director grabbed Yang Zhenye's shoulders and said excitedly.
For some reason, Yang Zhenye suddenly felt a surge of anger, "Lack, pull, what are you pulling for? I'm not pulling anything!"
"Boss Yang, what do you mean by that?" He Qinfeng's eyes changed completely after Yang Zhenye's outburst.