City: I'm Really Not Rich

When Zhang Chen brought the villagers from Xiahang Village to Julong Paper Mill, Li Yuanfang was drinking small wine in his villa.

Two enchanting women surrounded him, one around his neck and the other leaning on his chest, looking extremely intimate.

"Brother Fang, I heard that the village chief of Xiahang Village went to Bianhai City. Will it have any impact on your paper mill?"

One of them asked delicately, stretched out his hand and drew a few circles on Li Yuanfang's chest.

"Hahaha, is it useful to go to the seaside?"

"Isn't it the only way to send someone to check? We have people over there. If the inspection team can't enter the county seat, someone will tell me that as soon as the sewage treatment equipment is turned on, it will be all right?"

"Don't worry, now that Bianhai and Tianyang have merged into a special zone, factories like ours are the ones that are being supported.

Li Yuanfang raised his head and leaned on the sofa, squinting his eyes and eating an apple that was handed to his mouth, feeling indescribably happy.

He had never imagined that a paper mill could make so much money before.

The development of Bianhai in the past six months is like riding a rocket. Both household paper and office paper have improved a lot.

Most importantly, he hooked up with the procurement of the logistics department of Wanshan Group.

Although he couldn't eat all the orders, even the little bits that flowed out of his fingers were enough to make his stomach full of oil.

If this momentum continues, he can open a new factory next year.

As for the environment of Xiahang Village——

Don't mind his shit!

In fact, Zhang Chen didn't take a paper factory seriously. Before coming, he had informed Huang Wenbin, and he personally arranged for quality inspectors to go directly to Shanghang Village.

In addition, the Wanshan Group's legal department and journalists also sent a few people.

When Zhang Chen and the others arrived at the paper mill, the quality inspectors had not yet arrived, but Ling Feng, the chief lawyer of the legal department, had already arrived.

"Hello, we are reporters from Bianhai City TV Station. We received a report from the masses that the sewage discharge of your paper mill is not up to standard. Is your person in charge here?"||?"

There was a little girl among the news reporters who was probably the first time this kind of important news was published. Zhang Chen was still talking to Ling Feng, and she rushed up there by herself.

The security guard at the door was watching TV and raised his head impatiently when he heard her speak.

"You little girl, what nonsense are you talking about? Which eyes do you see that our factory's sewage discharge is substandard?"

"`||The rice fields and rivers along the way are..."

"Bah, the dirty water in the rice fields and rivers is what our factory made? Why don't you say smog, acid rain, and what kind of sunspots are all made by our factory?

This doorman is quite literate, he came when he opened his mouth, and the little girl was stunned by the roar.

He swept his eyes to Zhang Chen's side, landed on Kang Ping'an and the others, and suddenly realized it.

"Hehe, it turned out to be invited by people from Xiahang Village, don't think I don't know, you (Wang Zhao) are jealous of our factory for a day or two, and if you want to make trouble, there is no door!

"Rolling, rolling--"

As he spoke, he opened the window and pushed hard on the little girl's shoulder.

The little girl snorted and fell back to sit down.

Zhang Chen was the closest to her, and quickly wrapped his arms around her shoulders, so that she didn't let her fall on all fours.

"Ah, thank you, thank you.

The little girl blushed and stood up quickly.