Chapter 1790: Free Labor

They were all accustomed to being pampered and spoiled, and had long neglected doing farm work.

Coupled with their inner resistance, even if they could do it well, they wouldn't, but with high-definition cameras nearby, they didn't dare not to; before long, they said it was enough and that there was no need to inspect the fields anymore.

Since the "inspection" of the fields was finished, there were still the pigsties!

The one thing there is no shortage of in the countryside is work.

These dignified "big shots" were sent to cut pig grass and feed the pigs.

Anyway, such work required no technical skill; as long as one had strength, it was fine.

And if one didn't have strength, there was no need to worry—if you couldn't carry a full bucket, couldn't you carry half a bucket?

Fearing they wouldn't work, Zirui found the few people in the village least capable of working and made them responsible for staying by their sides to praise them and say nice things.

"Leaders, you have moved us so much. In the past, the leaders who came down to our village only ate and drank and never did any work. How are you so much better? You are all doers."

"That's right, you are the ones who truly serve the people; you are all good people!"

Before the pigs were even fed, the people were already dizzy from being pelted with such high praise.

Actually, it wasn't just the high praise; it was mainly that when people are doing manual labor, their brain capacity tends to be insufficient, and they can't think of anything else.

But they would always think of it eventually; after working for a day and being tired to death, they ate the same food as the common people at noon, without even any wine.

The Village Chief even had people fool them, saying this was called sharing joy with the people!

They were quite happy while in Phoenix Village, but they were sent away empty-handed; the more they thought about it after returning, the more something felt wrong. Sheng Zirui was going too far—a mere little Village Chief, did he want to turn the world upside down?

These people wanted to give him a hard time, but before they could find a reason, Phoenix Village was named a Model Village.

The Model Village award came directly from the provincial level; even if those troublemakers had the heart for it, they didn't have the guts.

Zirui went to the provincial level to give a report, aspiring to build Phoenix Village into the number one village in Jiangzhou!

This bold declaration immediately caused quite a stir.

He was bragging too much.

How could that be possible?

Young people get carried away with a little success and easily lose their sense of direction.

All kinds of questioning voices were endless, and people said all sorts of things.

But soon, they shut their mouths.

The Village Chief of Phoenix Village introduced a lot of capital and investors, established food enterprises in the village, and the village's income instantly increased fivefold.

The volume of capital he introduced was too large for a tiny Phoenix Village to handle, so the surrounding villages and even the entire township followed suit and benefited. Zirui also became a popular figure in the surrounding areas; whenever the name Sheng Zirui was mentioned, there was no one who didn't know him and no one who didn't give him a thumbs up.

While Zirui was carrying out his work in full swing in Phoenix Village, Zihan was not idle under his parents' noses either.

His energy was too abundant.

With countless tasks from Dingsheng weighing on his shoulders, he still had time to go out and date.

After Wang Qing, Sheng Zihan completely turned into a playboy again!

He changed girlfriends very frequently, but they were basically all wealthy and beautiful women.

Because dating Sheng Zihan required paying an "appearance fee."

The girl had to pay for meals, pay him money, and for movies, dates, shopping... everything was clearly priced, and he was honest with all customers.

No, that's not right; there were conditions for those who dated Zihan.

They had to be between eighteen and twenty-seven years old; those who hadn't reached that age or were older were not allowed.

In addition, they were required to have fair skin and beauty, a certain level of cultivation, and no bad habits... The more demanding his conditions were, the more girls took the initiative to come to him.

Sheng Hanyu looked down upon his youngest son's behavior and severely criticized him many times, but it was of no use.

This bastard son was almost kicked out of the house by him again.

He now missed the time when Zirui helped at the company; his ability was just as outstanding, and there were none of these messy things—how worry-free that was.

Yet that child who made him worry-free had now become a hot commodity.

Kang called his old friend and said, "Give the person back to me." He got straight to the point, crisp and clear, without a single word of nonsense.

The old friend played dumb: "What person? I didn't snatch your person, don't talk nonsense."

"Are you playing dumb with me? Sheng Zirui is a person from my Ministry of Commerce, only lent to your place for experience. Now that I need to use him, of course, you have to return him to me."

"Oh, you mean Sheng Zirui? I can't return him. I've taken a liking to him, and from now on, he is my person."

"How about this, to compensate you, I'll send a few capable people to the Ministry of Commerce. You trade one student who hasn't even graduated for three of my top generals; you're making a profit..."

Kang was furious: "Stop playing games with me. Return the person to me immediately. I can accept your three top generals, but don't even think about Sheng Zirui; he is mine!"

The old friend: "On my turf, he is my person..."

Who could have imagined that two people who had experienced life-and-death trials together would now be arguing until their faces were red over a young man.

In the end, the old friend took a step back and finally relented, agreeing to return the person to him.

He had no choice; don't look at how refined Kang Qingru looks; if he were to play dirty, he would be quite formidable.

When Zirui received the transfer order, it was very sudden.

It was so sudden that he didn't expect it, and no one else expected it either.

The villagers exploded.

"The Village Chief is leaving? No way, we finally have a good Village Chief, we don't agree."

"We don't agree."

"The Village Chief cannot leave."

"Seal the village!"

The villagers surrounded the Village Office, trying to keep Zirui there.

This Village Chief was a good Village Chief rarely seen in a century; he hadn't been here long, yet he had given Phoenix Village a brand-new atmosphere, and the villagers' income had also risen in a straight line.

Life was finally looking up, yet they wanted to transfer the Village Chief away—no way, he is not allowed to leave.

Zirui was not in a hurry either; if he could not leave, he would just stay a few more days.

During this time, he had developed feelings for the villagers; every day he would just wander from house to house, and every household would bring out their best food to treat him, tearfully reluctant to see him go.

But no matter how reluctant they were, he had to leave; Zirui left quietly, just as he had come quietly.

He did not alert anyone; at dawn, he dragged his suitcase to the entrance of the village and looked back at this place where he had lived for nearly a year, filled with both warmth and emotion.

Zirui had returned; in a short time, what he had done in the west had become thunderously famous, almost known to every household.

Sheng Hanyu was very gratified; he was indeed the son he thought most highly of, so what if he had been sent down to the village?

He was still the most capable person.

Ministry of Commerce.

In the office of Kang, Zirui stood before him: "Minister, I have returned."

"Mm, not bad, though you have tanned and lost weight."

Kang nodded in approval: "Sit down, you will work here starting tomorrow; your workstation is in the back, go and familiarize yourself with it."

The Secretary's workstation was in the Minister's office, convenient for awaiting instructions at any time.

Although it was called a workstation, it was not simple at all; it had a desk nearly as large as the Minister's, an equally comfortable executive chair, and beside it were various office equipment such as a fax machine and a printer, with only a screen separating his workstation from the Minister's.

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