Reborn King of Marketing

This makes sense. No one dares to delay applying for relief food, otherwise they will not be able to survive this year. The two old foxes looked at each other for a while, went to the side to discuss for a while, and then came back to face the old scholar.

The head of Lijia Village waved his hand to let the crowd disperse temporarily, and spoke to the old scholar in a low voice.

"To be honest, we don't have a suitable candidate. If you choose me, Lao Wang will definitely not be happy. I won't agree to choose Lao Wang, but there is no need for such a big team leader, right? I think this way, we might as well retaliate

Go up and ask the superiors to appoint someone, so that none of us have anything to say!"

Although his voice was small, it still reached everyone's ears, and it was like a ladle of cold water poured into a hot pot.

"No, in our village, starting from the elders, all villagers have been the team leaders, and we have never let outsiders dictate!"

"Yes, Second Grandpa, even if you let this brat do it, he is still better than outsiders!"

"If outsiders can think about us, I think it's Zhang Yongzhong again!"

The two old village chiefs did not expect that even their own family members would oppose their proposal. They immediately lost their composure. They all had gloomy faces and their eyes wandered around, not knowing what they were thinking.

At this moment, Zhang Xuebing was thinking about how to make a big move, whether to reveal the plan to set up a breeding farm in advance so that the villagers could regain their confidence. In this case, the team leader would be none other than himself.

Suddenly he felt someone pulling his arm, and when he turned around, he saw that it was Wang Jieming whom he hadn't seen for many days.

"Is there something wrong, uncle?" Since getting the approval slip, Zhang Xuebing no longer needs Wang Jieming, but he still maintains the courtesy he should have, and his family members also take care of him when they come to sell mountain products.

Wang Jieming looked at those old guys who were still arguing with the villagers. He didn't pay attention to this side, and hurriedly lowered his voice and said, "Xiao Bing, someone is causing trouble this time. You must have offended someone!"

Zhang Xuebing nodded and said, "I'm sure I've offended someone, but I don't know who is responsible. I'm itching all over now and can't find the lice!"

Wang Jieming was silent for a moment, his face became very solemn as if he had made a huge decision, "Have you ever heard of a man named Scar San? He came to my second uncle's house last night!"

It turns out that Scary San is causing trouble!

But I had only seen him during the day today. How could this guy predict things in advance and set himself up in advance?

Is it possible that this guy has premeditated the position of production team leader?

Or is there someone else behind him?

For a moment, Zhang Xuebing's mind was filled with questions.

Regardless of these questions for the time being, with this news, the current problem can be easily solved.

Although he didn't know what Wang Jieming's motive was, maybe he was angry, maybe he wanted revenge because he was beaten in public by the village chief, but Zhang Xuebing remembered the favor, and he immediately nodded and strode towards the two village chiefs.

The old scholar was arguing with them, but the two old stubborns refused to change.

"You can bury us both alive if you can. As long as we are alive, we will never let that kid become the team leader!"

Chinese people have always put filial piety first. Those young people who supported Zhang Xuebing lost their temper when they heard what the old man said. They couldn't be so rebellious that they forced the two old men to death!

"It doesn't matter if I am the team leader or not, but I can't let my fellow villagers be sold out and help them count their money!"

Zhang Xuebing came forward and looked at the two village chiefs with a smile, but his smile had a coldness to it, which made people a little nervous.

The village head of Wangjia Village glared, his hair and beard stood up, and he roared like an old lion, "You little bastard, you are talking nonsense, believe it or not, I will slap you two with lightning!"

This guy has a good temper and is the right candidate for a breakthrough.

Zhang Xuebing was secretly happy and hurriedly backed away, deliberately showing a frightened expression.

"Don't be angry. If you are angry, the thousand yuan given by Scarpan San will be an advantage to others!"

The head of the Li family village was suddenly startled and turned to look at the head of the village Wang, "What is a thousand yuan?"

Without waiting for Old Man Wang to speak, Zhang Xuebing hurriedly shouted, "The loan shark in the county, Scar Ran San, gave Village Chief Wang a thousand yuan and asked him to incite everyone to cause trouble!"

Village Chief Wang was furious, his blood rushed to his head and he felt dizzy. He hurriedly defended, "That's nonsense, I won't even take a penny from him!"

Zhang Xuebing didn't give him any time to react, and opened his mouth as fast as lightning, "Oh, that's a favor after the fact. Tell me, you are a lot older, how much money will he promise to reward you?"

Old Man Wang was already like a blazing fire, but Zhang Xuebing took advantage of his shortcomings. He was so anxious that he was so angry that he felt dizzy. He covered his head and felt weak and was about to lie down.

"Second Grandpa, Second Grandpa!" The person next to him had quick hands and quick eyes, and hurriedly helped him to stop him from lying on the ground.

"I'm so angry, I didn't get a penny at all, cough cough cough!"

There was no need to explain, his performance made everyone suddenly understand.

A scene of a conspiracy and a secret operation with outsiders emerged in everyone's mind.

Everyone present, including the villagers of Wangjia Village, looked at the old village chief with unkindness and anger in their eyes.

After the confused Village Chief Wang was taken away by his relatives and nephews, Zhang Xuebing looked at Village Chief Li and asked, "Are you planning to join forces with Scar and San?"

As a highly respected person, he is most afraid of falling into the dust and being accused of cheating. Village Chief Li cannot afford it.

"Nonsense, I'm not that kind of person. Don't blame me for Lao Wang's problems. I just don't want someone who is too young to be the team leader. He can't even take care of the crops. Can he be a good production team leader?"

The old scholar patted Village Chief Li on the shoulder and said earnestly, "Old man, our poor mountain village cannot rely on the mountains to eat the mountains. We will never be able to have a full stomach just by farming. Zhang Xuebing has the ability to turn mountain goods into money.

Just the team leader we need. Besides, how do you know they don't know how to grow crops?"

Village Chief Li looked around and saw his relatives and nephews looking at him expectantly, as if they wanted him to make a decision. Now he could only find a way down the stairs.

Lao Li is different from the hot-tempered Village Chief Wang. He has more evil ideas and more evil in his belly.

He decided to think of a way first, and after passing the current hurdle, he went to Lao Wang to ask clearly what kind of benefits Scar Rasan San had given him. Could it be that he had to eat it all alone? As for the choice of team leader, he would rather give it to an outsider.

, and Zhang Xuebing cannot be allowed to ascend to power.

"Okay, since you all think highly of this kid, I have nothing to say. If you show me your skills, I will pass this test!"

After saying that, the old man walked to the wall, picked up a flowerpot, and placed it on the table tennis table with a thump.

"As long as you let something grow here tonight, I will hold my nose and let you be the team leader!"

Everyone looked at the flowerpot and saw that there was nothing inside except half a pot of dry sand. How could anything be grown in such soil?

And he also asked for a night. This was obviously a deliberate attempt to make things difficult for Zhang Xuebing, and I'm afraid even the gods wouldn't be able to do it.

The old scholar looked at the flower pot and said with a wry smile, "This is the sand I used to grow cactus. I'm afraid nothing will grow. I said, Old Li Tou, you are relying on your old age to act like a rogue!"

Lao Litou looked at the stars in the sky proudly and snorted, "Humph, it's up to him to plant it. If he can't plant it, is it my fault?"

The villagers present started talking, and many pointed at the back of Lao Li's head and scolded him for being shameless.

However, Lao Li looks like a dead pig who is not afraid of boiling water. Anyway, I just don’t recognize you as the team leader. What can you do to me?

However, what surprised everyone was that Zhang Xuebing looked at the sand in the basin and did not refuse, but asked with a naive smile.

"Old man of the Li family, do you mean what you say?"

Lao Li frowned, "I have lived for more than sixty years, and I have walked more bridges than you..."

Zhang Xuebing hurriedly stopped, "I'm just asking you if you mean what you say, don't talk about anything else!"

For the first time at his age, Lao Li admitted that his words did not count. He immediately patted his chest and said, "I am an old man who can't follow his words. If he doesn't count, my family will have no descendants!"

His sons next to him were sweating coldly. This old man was really willing to swear such a poisonous oath!

"Okay, let's make a deal. As long as something grows in this pot, your Lijia Village will promise me to be the village chief!"

As he spoke, he reached out and gave Lao Li a high-five as an oath.

Old Li was stunned by the words and had no choice but to high-five him, but he didn't believe it to death that someone could grow something out of dry sand overnight!

Zhang Xuebing called Ma Gan and Shitou and whispered a few words to them. The two children nodded in agreement and ran away quickly.

"Boy, don't play any tricks!" Lao Litou said with a sinister look in his eyes, "If you transplant something from somewhere else, it won't count!"

Zhang Xuebing glared over without showing any signs of weakness, and said with a sneer, "Don't worry, I will definitely meet your requirements!"

The old scholar said worriedly, "Xiao Bing, the sandy soil is drier than the desert. What can you plant?"

In a moment, the two boys ran back panting, and each handed Zhang Xuebing something.

Zhang Xuebing walked to the flower pot with his hands behind his back. At this moment, the flower pot was surrounded by countless people, and countless pairs of eyes were staring at it.

Everyone was whispering about what Zhang Xuebing could grow.

Obviously most people don't believe it. If things could grow in this kind of sand, the deserts in the northwest would probably become fertile farmland.

Village Chief Lao Li also came close to him, staring at Zhang Xuebing without blinking, for fear that he might use some trick.

I saw Zhang Xuebing digging a hole in the sand with his fingers, and then stuffing a ball of withered grass into it.

During this process, the withered grass dropped a lot of dregs. It was obvious that it could no longer dry out. Can this thing bring the dead back to life?

Many people who had confidence in Zhang Xuebing also sighed. It seemed that the village chief was in trouble.

Village Chief Li was afraid that there might be something fishy inside, so he stretched out his hand to pick up some dregs and twisted it with his hands. He was sure that it was a dry plant. He snorted coldly and felt relieved.