In the eager anticipation of everyone, Zhao Yumin drove Zhang Dachuan's car.
Zhang Dachuan saw this and waved:
"Brother Yu Min, drive over here."
People spontaneously parted a road, allowing the car to slowly drive into the crowd and stop in front of Zhang Dachuan.
Then, they saw Zhang Dachuan open the back seat door, lean down from under the car seat, and take out two leather boxes.
Zhang Dachuan carried the leather suitcase and placed it on the table in front of Huang Guofu with a bang. He grinned and said to the couple:
"Please give me a chance and let me borrow your table."
Huang Guofu had no choice but to pull his wife to stand up, and stared at the two leather boxes with vigilance and doubt. At the same time, he did not forget to say sarcastically:
"Isn't it money in this box? Or is it two boxes of sorghum-brewed wine?"
Zhang Dachuan blinked at him:
"you guess?"
Before Huang Guofu could speak again, he had already opened the suitcase.
The moment the box was opened, the eye-catching red color instantly filled everyone's eyes and attracted everyone's attention.
Everyone was stunned.
Because there was a lot of red in that box.
The red hundred dollar bill!
The stacks are stacked neatly, just like the sorghum poles in the sorghum garden.
Huang Guofu, who was nearest, was the most shocked. He opened his mouth wide and stared at the money. His mind went blank, but his legs were trembling.
Huang Guofu never thought that one day, he would be so afraid of money.
Someone in the crowd suddenly sighed:
"This must be a few million."
Chen Huifen came back to her senses, swallowed, and said stupidly in a voice that she couldn't believe:
"Are these all our dividends?"
Zhang Dachuan answered her questions with practical actions.
He took out a list from his arms and waved to Wu Runyuan in the crowd:
"Sister, I give you this list. Just follow the list and help me distribute money to everyone."
Wu Runyuan walked over stupidly and took the list from Zhang Dachuan. After looking down at it, he quickly looked up at Zhang Dachuan:
"The number on this list... is correct?"
Zhang Dachuan nodded affirmatively:
"Of course that's right, just follow the instructions above."
When Wu Runyuan saw this, he said nothing more.
She pursed her red lips, took a deep breath, suppressed the excitement in her heart, and read slowly in a trembling voice:
"Zhao Yumin, sixty thousand."
As soon as he finished speaking, the crowd was in an uproar.
"What, sixty thousand?"
"Did I hear correctly, a dividend of 60,000 yuan a year?"
"Is this rented land or gold?"
Li Que even screamed:
"It's fake, it must be fake, it's an act! Who doesn't know that Zhao Yumin and Zhang Dachuan are in the same pit."
However, when people looked at the person involved, Zhao Yumin, they found that he was standing there with a confused look on his face, his eyes dull, as if he was stupid.
Seeing this, Wu Runyuan couldn't help but urge:
"Zhao Yumin, come here and get the money, 60,000!"
Zhao Yumin reacted suddenly, stepped forward, rubbed his clothes with his hands, and asked tremblingly:
"Is there a mistake? My family only has a lot of land. How can I get 60,000 yuan?"
Wu Runyuan rolled her eyes at him and said nothing. Instead, she directly took 60,000 yuan and put it in his hand:
"That's right, it's really 60,000."
Zhao Yumin put the money back into the box as if it was hot to his hands, waved his hands and said:
"This is too much, I can't afford it."
He had thought about his dividends before, and thought that with his little land, he could get a dividend of two to three thousand at most, which would be a great deal, but he never expected that an unimaginable figure of sixty thousand would pop up.
If this is added to Zhang Dachuan's annual salary, he will earn 120,000 yuan a year!
120,000, is this what an ordinary farmer can earn?
What a joke!
Zhao Yumin's helpless look made Zhang Dachuan laugh.
He took the initiative to pick up 60,000 yuan, put it solemnly in Zhao Yumin's hand, and said seriously:
"Brother Yu Min, you deserve all this money. I didn't lie to you."
"Without your efforts to help me and believe in me, I, Zhang Dachuan, would not be where I am today."
What Zhang Dachuan said is actually absolutely correct.
The assets he currently holds include a fruit supermarket, Su's Winery, and Cannon Grand Hotel. The profit distributed to him alone in a month alone is nearly two million.
And all of these are inseparable from the ecological construction base in Xiushan Village, and people like Zhao Yumin who take care of it day and night.
Agriculture is the most laborious work. Whether it is fruit or breeding, people have to work there all day long. All the harvests are obtained with drops of sweat, and there is no room for laziness in it.
Zhao Yumin, the simplest farmers, deserves so much dividends.
Seeing that Zhao Yumin was still in a daze, Zhang Dachuan gently patted his shoulder and said with a smile:
"Don't worry, you've got it. Go down and have a rest. There are people waiting behind you."
Zhao Yumin went down stupidly, forgetting to express his gratitude.
But these are no longer important to others present.
Everyone's eyes were all on those two boxes of money.
The dividend is 60,000 yuan a year, and it will be 600,000 yuan in ten years!
Moreover, it is still money earned without any effort!
Compared with this, Huang Guofu's 12,000 yuan is far behind.
Wu Runyuan’s voice wakes people up from their sluggishness:
"Yang Huaijun, sixty thousand."
Yang Huaijun stepped forward excitedly and received his 60,000 yuan.
Because Zhao Yumin was in front of him, he was mentally prepared, so after getting the money, although his hands were trembling with excitement, he still said loudly to Zhang Dachuan:
"Thank you, Okawa, thank you, thank you! I never thought in my fucking life that I could make so much money."
Zhang Dachuan smiled and said:
"It's my turn to thank you for your unconditional trust."
Yang Huaijun went down happily. When he passed by Li Que, he slapped the banknotes in his hand and made a clattering sound:
"Did you see it, Li Que, 60,000 yuan! Can you get 60,000 yuan a year by licking Huang Guofu?"
Li Que's face turned green when he heard this.
Although he is from Xiushan Village, it is already known to everyone in the two villages that he is Huang Guofu's lackey.
Just like that, I didn't get any benefits at all throughout the year. I was totally screwed by that old fox!
Wu Runyuan's roll call continued, and those whose names were called basically received dividends of around 60,000 to 70,000 yuan. The previous doubts and dissatisfaction with Zhang Dachuan completely disappeared, and everyone was smiling as if they were celebrating the New Year.
Chen Huifen straightened her back in front of her followers, cleared her throat and coughed:
"Who questioned my choice just now? Who said Zhang Dachuan is not as good as Huang Guofu? Stand up and let me see."
The man from before immediately scratched his head, looking embarrassed.
At this time, Wu Runyuan read his name:
"Wu Runyuan, one hundred thousand..."
She was stunned, subconsciously raised her head and glanced at the people around her.
Everyone looked at her with envy, not as sarcastic or sarcastic as they imagined.
Because in their opinion, this is a matter of course.
At this moment, Wu Runyuan felt extremely at ease.
