Reborn in 1985: From Selling Braised Duck to Becoming the World's Richest Man

"Good morning, Director Li!"

After entering the office, Wang Jiu greeted Li Wenzhong respectfully.

"Is something wrong?"

Upon hearing this, Li Wenzhong stopped what he was doing and looked up at Wang Jiu.

"Director Li, I have a report here that I wrote myself, and I would like to ask for your opinion..."

Wang Jiu chuckled and placed the report, "Suggestions on Conducting an Employment Census of Unemployed Persons," on Li Wenzhong's desk.

"Report?" Li Wenzhong raised an eyebrow upon hearing this.

Seeing Wang Jiu's serious expression, he didn't waste any words and picked up the report to read it.

Li Wenzhong had only turned two pages when his expression turned to surprise.

Once the activities outlined in the report are implemented, they will definitely significantly reduce the crime rate in the village.

"Xiao Wang, your report is well written!" Li Wenzhong said.

Wang Jiu smiled, knowing that Li Wenzhong was just teasing him in the second half of his sentence, so he only focused on the first part and asked;

"Director Li, do you also think this activity is necessary?"

“It is absolutely necessary. I will convene a meeting of the institute shortly to discuss this report with other leaders and then send it to the county.”

Li Wenzhong's smile faded, and he spoke with a serious expression.

"You should prepare yourselves in the next few days. Once the approval comes from above, we'll take action!"

At this point, Li Wenzhong paused for a moment, then turned to Wang Jiu again and said:

"Once this activity is approved and implemented, you will definitely be credited with the greatest contribution!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Jiu's face lit up with joy.

He is already 32 years old this year. If he cannot be promoted from the position of deputy director of the township office before the end of this year, his chances of further advancement will be even slimmer.

"Director Li, if this activity can be carried out and implemented, you should be the one to take the credit."

But Wang Jiu was not blinded by his emotions. He said to Li Wenzhong with a serious expression, "We are all your soldiers, serving the people under your wise command."

"Without your leadership, the social atmosphere in our Taoyuan Township would not be so good."

As the saying goes, flattery will get you everywhere.

Hearing Wang Jiu's words, Li Wenzhong smiled, but still said, "Alright, no need to flatter me. Just do your job well; you still have a lot of room for improvement!"

……

Liang Ming was unaware that his suggestion had given Wang Jiu an opportunity to advance further.

After he got up and washed up, he rode his bicycle to the village and bought a bottle of Moutai and a pack of Daqianmen cigarettes at the local department store, which cost him 12 yuan.

When trying to get approval for a residential land plot from the village chief, personal connections and favors are always involved.

Upon returning to the village, Liang Ming went straight to the village committee office of Liangjia Village, intending to find the village head, Liang Jianguo.

Unexpectedly, the village chief was not at the village committee. After asking the staff in the office, I learned that the village chief had gone to the village's cotton mill to inspect the work.

Liang Ming rode his old bicycle again, heading towards the village's cotton mill.

The cotton mill in Liangjia Village was established in the late 70s. It was a business contracted out to the villagers by the then Party Secretary of Liangjia Village Brigade. Later, after the brigade was changed to the village committee, it became a collective enterprise of the village.

Due to the climate in the south, cotton mills only operate for half the year, producing cotton quilts and textiles. In the spring and summer, the quilts and textiles cannot be sold, so production has to stop, leaving villagers to farm or find odd jobs in the city.

In Liang Ming's memory, the village's collective cotton mill went bankrupt and was liquidated due to losses in less than two years. It was then acquired by a boss from another village and turned into a private factory.

"Village cadres, I've called you here in the hope that you'll broaden your thinking and come up with a plan to make the cotton mill profitable in the first half of the year!"

"The equipment in our factory needs maintenance. If we don't operate for six months, the maintenance costs alone will be a considerable expense!"

"Therefore, we can't let the work stop for another six months like last year!"

As soon as Liang Ming arrived outside the village cotton mill, he heard the voice of the village chief, Liang Jianguo, coming from inside.

The factory's cadres looked at each other in bewilderment:

“Village chief, even if our factory produces cotton quilts in the spring and summer, no one will buy them.”

"Yes, you know how the weather is in the South. In spring and summer, let alone using a blanket, people would rather sleep naked in the yard."

"Moreover, cotton mills stop operating in the spring and summer. This is not only the case in our village, but also in cotton mills in other villages."

Hearing what everyone said, village chief Liang Jianguo felt a sense of disappointment and frustration.

These people are used to a work style where they do whatever they are told to do.

In the past, the cotton textile workshops in the production brigade would send people from the township and county to buy the cotton textiles they produced, so they were guaranteed a steady income regardless of drought or flood.

With the country's reform and opening up, many ordinary people have started their own businesses, and many cotton textile workshops have appeared in the market. With more products, competition has also intensified.

The cotton mill in their village was on the verge of going out of business.

If we continue to stick to the old ways, the village's collective industries may be lost.

“Village chief, there is actually a way to make the cotton mill profitable in the spring and summer seasons. We just need to change our mindset.”

At that moment, a voice came from outside the cotton mill.

Upon hearing this, everyone turned to look.

Then Liang Ming walked in from outside the factory, carrying a bottle of Moutai and a pack of Daqianmen cigarettes.

"Xiao Ming, what brings you here?" Village Chief Liang Jianguo's face showed a strange expression when he saw Liang Ming.

"I originally wanted to talk to you about something, but after I went to the village committee, I heard from the people there that you had come to the cotton mill, so I came along."

Liang Ming chuckled.

Upon seeing that Liang Ming was holding Moutai and Daqianmen liquor, Liang Jianguo knew that the other party was involved in something significant.

But now he is more concerned about the survival of the cotton mill.

"Xiaoming, I just heard you say that there's a way to make cotton mills profitable in the spring and summer?"

Village chief Liang Jianguo looked directly at Liang Ming and asked.

“Our village’s cotton mill is in a critical situation right now, so you can’t joke around or try to amuse the village chief.”

The village officials in the factory also turned to look at Liang Ming.

Liang Ming earning several hundred yuan a day by selling braised duck at a street stall is no secret in the village.

Perhaps Liang Ming really does have a way to make the cotton mill profitable!

"There is indeed a solution, and it will definitely make the factory profitable, and may even allow the villagers to receive more dividends next year," Liang Ming said with a confident smile.

Seeing Liang Ming's confident demeanor, Liang Jianguo felt a glimmer of hope and hurriedly asked, "Xiao Ming, what's your plan? Tell me quickly!"

"If you can make the village cotton mill profitable in the spring and summer, you'll be the one to burn the first incense at the village ancestral hall on the first day of the Lunar New Year next year!"

Upon hearing this, Liang Ming's eyes lit up. As someone born in Guangdong Province, where clan culture is most prevalent, he couldn't resist the temptation of being the first to burn incense.

You should know that in the past, after the villagers gradually became rich, some people were willing to pay more than 100,000 yuan to be the first to offer incense!