Reborn King of Marketing

"Do you agree or not?" My sister-in-law's tone became more and more severe.

Zhang Xuebing took the last bite of rice into his mouth, stood up immediately, and said solemnly.

"Sister-in-law, don't worry. I will definitely take care of myself from now on. Well, I'll go to the old scholar and ask them what they want from me!"

After hearing that he said he agreed, Su Waner's face looked better and she asked, "Then you go early and come back early. What will happen to these two puppies?"

Without waiting for Zhang Xuebing to answer, the little girl ran out of the room, hugged the two puppies, and got into the room again, never looking at Zhang Xuebing again.

With his sister-in-law present, Zhang Xuebing couldn't say anything, so he turned around, took out the wall clock, fully wound it, adjusted the time, and asked his sister-in-law to help him hang it on the earthen wall.

At this moment, a small door of the wall clock suddenly opened, and a cuckoo with rich feathers came out. The cuckoo cuckooed, and the hour hand also pointed to eight o'clock.

Zhang Xuebing's back disappeared into the increasingly dense night. Su Waner looked outside the door, looked at her sister's room, and sighed deeply, not sure whether it was relief or concern.

In an open space at the back of the village, there are five or six adobe houses built inside the empty fence wall. This is the only primary school in several surrounding natural villages. One of them is the old scholar's bedroom and study room, and the others are school classrooms.

Zhang Xuebing spent his elementary school days here, and he was very familiar with it. Along the way, he was wondering why so many people came to the house today. Is it for money?

So he brought the labor fees over and settled the accounts with the villagers.

As soon as I walked outside the fence, I saw that the school playground was overcrowded. Dozens of people were glowing under the light of pine torches. They seemed to be the folks who had just come home. It was already dark, and they gathered together to ask for help.

what?

"Xiao Bing, Xiao Bing is here, come here quickly, the big guy is talking about you!"

"We went to your house just now. Your sister-in-law said that you were visiting relatives..."

When everyone saw Zhang Xuebing's appearance, they greeted him warmly.

Zhang Xuebing also nodded and walked through the crowd to the old scholar and said respectfully.

"Old principal, I brought the money and will pay the bills to the folks right away!"

The old scholar was stunned for a moment, then smiled and waved his hands and said, "It's not about money. I'm going to your house today to choose the team leader!"

Listening to the old scholar's words, Zhang Xuebing knew their purpose this time.

Zhangjiacun and the three surrounding natural villages, due to their poverty and small population, were organized into a production group, and the group leader was Zhang Yongzhong, who had been arrested and committed suicide.

Now these four villages, with hundreds of people, are leaderless.

Although the presence of the production team leader is extremely low, without the village head, many things that are uploaded and handed down, including the annual relief grain, are stuck.

Therefore, the top priority is to select a team leader from the four villages.

What does the matter of selecting team leader have to do with me? Could it be that I am still short of one vote? Zhang Xuebing wondered.

"I said that I firmly support the decision of most of the folks in our village. Whoever you want to choose, I can just vote when the time comes. There is no need to come to my house specifically. I thought they were coming to collect debts again, causing me to lose all my money."

Brought it!”

When the villagers who were bewitched by Zhang Erdou to collect debts last time heard this, they all blushed with shame and bowed their heads in silence.

The thick-skinned ones couldn't help but say, "Xiao Bing, don't mention that matter. It's my fault. You don't remember the faults of villains. Don't refuse to accept the mountain goods from my family!"

"That's right, it was all Zhang Erdou, that bastard, who persuaded us to go there. Auntie, I'll apologize to you!"

Since the last incident, almost every household in the four natural villages has participated in Zhang Xuebing's mountain goods trade.

During the leisure time, I would pick some wild vegetables and mushrooms along the way, and the chickens at home would lay eggs, which could be exchanged for banknotes. The young ones could earn three to five yuan a day, and the good ones could earn ten yuan a day.

You want to know how much the daily wages of workers in the city are today? Is it ten or eight yuan a day?

So they feel that this is a good thing. If they don't have this way of making money, where can they get so much money in one day?

It can be said that Zhang Xuebing is their big benefactor now, so no one dares to offend him. Even what Zhang Xuebing says now is more effective than the big village chief before.

Zhang Xuebing was not a petty person, so he just thought it was a joke and casually chatted with some familiar villagers.

Carefully, he discovered that not only people from Zhangjia Village were present, but also villagers from several other natural villages were present. This meeting must have been very important.

Before coming, Zhang Xuebing took advantage of this opportunity to persuade the villagers to use Zhang Yongzhong's compensation money to invest in building a factory. Now it seems that today may not be suitable, so let's wait and see what happens!

The old scholar was helped onto the table tennis table by two young men. He coughed twice in a condescending manner, pushed up the frames of his glasses, and then spoke loudly in a hoarse voice.

"Today, people who can represent each village are here. We have been discussing for a long time. Everyone has their own ideas. In my opinion, the position of production team leader does not necessarily have to be highly respected. As long as the person has the ability and can sincerely serve everyone.

He is the best candidate to make the decision and lead the people from the four villages to make a fortune!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a man shouted loudly, "Yes, everything else is fake. Let the big guys fill their bellies and the children can study. This is the right thing!"

"Yeah, don't ever choose a bastard like Zhang Yongzhong again!"

"Actually, I said..."

Suddenly, the villagers were talking endlessly, like a swarm of bees, making people's heads hurt.

Zhang Xuebing felt a little dizzy after hearing this. He just hoped to propose candidates as soon as possible and finish the voting as soon as possible.

The old scholar waved his arms for a long time before everyone calmed down, "Since you guys have the most proposed candidate just now, let's come to a live vote and make a decision early to live peacefully!"

Amid the applause of the crowd, the old scholar asked someone to take out a large bowl and place it on the table.

Then everyone got a mung bean and a red bean. If they agreed, they would put the red beans into the bowl. If they disagreed, they would throw in the mung beans. Finally, the number would be counted to decide whether it passed or not.

After everyone received the beans, some people eagerly threw them into the bowl, some were still looking around as if they had their own ideas, and some small groups gathered together and whispered in a few words.

Zhang Xuebing also received the beans. He was the last to arrive and didn't even hear anyone's suggestions for who to choose. To him, it didn't matter who was the team leader, as long as it didn't affect his plan.

At present, it seems that no matter who becomes the team leader, he will focus on economic development in the countryside and will not run counter to his own goals.

So Zhang Xuebing also voted for red beans early, and then stayed behind the crowd, waiting for the result.

It didn't take long for everyone to make their decision.

The old scholar and several village leaders carefully counted the beans in front of everyone.

After a long while, the results finally came out. Looking at the pile of red beans on the table, the old scholar looked obviously a little excited. He was trembling a little after being helped onto the table.

He cleared his throat and shouted loudly, "Thirty-five mung beans and two hundred and eighty-two red beans. I declare that the red beans are more than half and the proposal passes!"

The crowd immediately erupted into bursts of enthusiastic cheers, and the children, Ma Gan and Shitou, even lit firecrackers that they were reluctant to set off during the New Year, and the crackling sound filled the night sky.

Zhang Xuebing frowned and wondered, who did everyone choose to be the team leader?

He turned around and grabbed an uncle next to him who was applauding desperately, "Who did you choose?"

When the uncle saw it was Zhang Xuebing, he immediately said with a smile on his face, "Xiao Bing, what are you asking? It's so noisy here that I'm deaf!"

Zhang Xuebing yelled, "I want to ask who was chosen!"

The uncle looked at him as if he had seen a ghost, and it took him a long time to say four words.