Chapter 326: If one succeeds, one should help the world—NO

Lao Xing walked up with a look of surprise and anxiety, feeling a bit embarrassed standing there, he scratched his cheek, then waved at everyone, then turned his head to look at Chen Jinhai.

"Village Chief, if I'm on the village committee can I still get the subsidy? If not, I won't take the position."

Chen Jinhai's face darkened, what the hell.

He thought, what kind of place is this?

Village committee election.

Made it so now nobody wants to do it.

Nobody wants to do it, right?

Deputy Township Head Li couldn't be bothered to speak, eyes staring straight ahead, silent.

Chen Jinhai glared fiercely at Lao Xing, then hissed lowly,

"Yes, you'll get yours, hurry up and stand with me."

Hearing that he'd get his own subsidy, Lao Xing turned around, face full of smiles.

"Alright, I announce that the Baiyun Village committee election is over." Deputy Township Head Li announced the end, then left with his people without looking back.

Chen Jinhai saw him off to the car, the leader couldn't even be bothered to give him a glance.

As for Baiyun Village, I'd rather die than be in charge of it.

Chen Jinhai glanced at the playground; Lao Xing should be the happiest now, a crowd gathered around him congratulating him and asking him to hand out cigarettes.

He had no money, so he took the cigarettes meant for the leader from Chen Jinhai and started handing them out to others without permission.

"Lao Xing, those are the good cigarettes I bought for the leader, damn it!" Chen Jinhai stomped his feet in anger.

The music ended, people dispersed, each going home.

Ye Cheng felt great this time; he had been feeling depressed, but when he went up earlier and said he wouldn't do it, that felt awesome.

Damn!

You're trying to play dirty, fine, you play by yourselves, I'm not playing with you.

If one succeeds, one should help the world—NO.

Since the world doesn't want it, I'll just play by myself.

Ye Guowei and the others followed him back to Ye Cheng's house, filled with righteous indignation, they began to denounce Chen Zhangfu.

"Chen Zhangfu seemed obedient before, but he's a traitor; back in the day, people like him would be taken out and shot."

"Exactly, the Chen family are no good, just like Chen Jinhai—respectable on the outside but full of nasty schemes inside."

"Damn, I didn't see it before, Lao Er, you used to be so good to him."

"Brother, we shouldn't have lent them the motorcycle to ride."

Ye Cheng waved his hand, signaling everyone to stop,

"Alright, that's it for today; anyway I already said I won't take the village committee job, so everyone just do your own thing from now on."

Although he said that, everyone was still unhappy, they complained for a while before grudgingly leaving, leaving only a few close relations, including the crayfish group.

"A Cheng, what are we going to do about the crayfish?" Zhang Guafu and Qian Shen were most concerned about this group.

"We'll have to handle it ourselves; mainly collecting the crayfish, Qian Shen, you should still have plenty left, right?"

After having a meal with Boss Gao, we had Chen Zhangfu collect more and put them in Qian Shen's pond.

"Hmm, there's still over a thousand catties, enough for about ten days," Qian Shen explained.

"Did you pay Chen Zhangfu for the crayfish?" Ye Cheng then looked at Zhang Guafu.

Zhang Guafu handles the money, including collecting and selling the crayfish and the material costs; it's all under her control.

"I paid him, every time right away; come to think of it, I should have delayed him two days, hmph!" Zhang Guafu said resentfully.

"That's unnecessary; we won't do things like that."

"A Cheng, good thing he doesn't know how to handle crayfish; otherwise if he collected and processed them himself he'd be competing with us," Jiang Yunxiang said, still uneasy.

Ye Cheng also felt a bit uneasy; otherwise this business would have to be scrapped and started over.

But the problem now is the supply's cut off, yet we still have to keep supplying Boss Qian.

What are we to do about the source?

Zhang Guafu doesn't have time to go collect; she's in charge of frying the crayfish at home, Qian Shen probably won't want to go out either, and sister‑in‑law Jiang Yunxiang has to stay home to watch the kids.

What if we let Xiao Hu collect the crayfish? Then nobody would be left for his main job of going out to sea.

For a moment, nobody could do it.

While they were thinking, Ye Guowei suddenly interjected,

"A Cheng, no, I'll go talk to my former coworkers; they're from various villages, they can send what they have directly to us, or bring it to the dock."

"That idea of Big Brother's would ease the immediate need, but the scope is small; we still need someone to maintain long‑term contact with the outside villages."

Also, for the subsequent farming, Ye Cheng also needs someone to operate it.

"Damn, finally I understand why they say talent is priceless."

It's really painful when there's no one to use.

For now the group has no other option; they can only let Ye Guowei go talk to his coworkers first and see what happens.

As noon approached, Ye Cheng heard the sound of a motorcycle; Chen Zhangfu parked his motorcycle at Ye Cheng's gate.

"Just leave it there; I'll drive it in later." Ye Cheng said coldly.

Chen Zhangfu's face flushed with shame,

"Brother Cheng, I have no choice; the Village Chief had the elders come out, they went to everyone, and they wouldn't let me tell you."

"It's fine, you have your difficulties; I won't say I understand. From now on we'll each go our own way."

These are all lies; basically they wanted Ye Cheng to think he could win, but actually they dug a pit for him.

I never expected a movie plot to actually play out in this broken village of mine—what a joke.

Those who don't know would think it's about vying for how big an official position.

"Cheng ge, I…" Chen Zhangfu paused a moment, then still continued speaking,

"Then can I still help you sell shrimp?"

Ye Cheng hooked a meaningful smile, "What do you say?"

"I…" Chen Zhangfu glanced at Ye Cheng's expression, helplessly sighed, turned and left.

Still selling shrimp—one day I could be sold by you and not even know it.

At noon, feeling annoyed and not wanting to work, Ye Cheng went straight to Zhang Guafu's, wanting a bowl of noodles.

Seeing Ye Cheng arrive, Zhang Guafu was delighted, had him sit a moment, then quickly whipped up two bowls of noodles.

"Eh? Auntie, you made both oil‑splashed noodles and sour soup noodles—so much—how can I finish it all?"

"It's fine, eat as much as you can; I'll eat the rest." Zhang Guafu held the child, sat to the side, gave Xiao Liang a bowl too, but she herself didn't pick up her chopsticks.

"Just take two small bowls and eat together—it's not like we have guests." Watching him eat, Ye Cheng couldn't bring himself to eat; it was too strange.

Seeing Ye Cheng insist, Zhang Guafu fetched two sets of chopsticks, and they ate the two bowls of noodles as side dishes.

This sour soup noodles are also a well‑known noodle dish in the northwest; generally, in the south people eat noodles with toppings—such as crab‑roe noodles or seafood noodles—mainly eating the seafood and crab roe.

In the northwest, the emphasis is on eating the noodles themselves—mainly judging the chewiness of the hand‑pulled noodles; everything else is just simple chili vinegar.

Besides the noodles, the sour soup noodles are just a bowl of slightly hot sour soup, suited to the northwest's cold weather—a sip makes your whole body feel scorching hot.