"You can only explain everything you did when you win. If you fail, everything you do will have to be explained by others. No matter how heavy the rain is, it will not moisten the rootless grass, no matter how fair God is, it will not help those who give up on themselves! We were defeated here back then, and we will be defeated here in the future, remember..."
Patting Ji Donglai's hand, Wang Guangzhi said loudly, making Ji Donglai's head roar.
Looking back on the past, especially the various things I have experienced in the past six months, all confirm the old man's words.
The vehicle pulling supplies outside the door had already arrived, and Ji Donglai waved the vehicle directly into the yard.
"Everything is unloaded here and is under the control of the old gentleman. Listening to your words is worth ten years of reading. Old sir, Ji Donglai is here to be taught."
Ji Donglai bowed politely to Wang Guangzhi, and said from the bottom of his heart. The old man just raised his head.
"We two old guys and a little kid can't eat that much, just give it to the children at school. We don't have the ability not to enjoy so many things. Besides, a defeated army has nothing to show off."
With the support of his wife, Wang Guangzhi waved his hand at Ji Donglai. No matter what Ji Donglai said, the other party disagreed.
"Brother, look, this is the saber my grandfather captured. It's sharp and useful for chopping wood."
Wang Zhiqiang took out a saber and handed it to Ji Donglai with both hands.
There was already some rust on the knife, but it was simply rubbed with a little soybean oil to prevent rust. The words Showa 18 were engraved on it.
Wang Guangzhi had already entered the house, and Ji Donglai was pulled by Wang Zhiqiang to follow him into the house. Under the dim light, there was a large table at the door window with a roll of things on it, and a large bow hanging from the beam.
"Huh? Zhiqiang, your family still plays cotton?"
Pointing to the thing in the house, Ji Donglai was a little curious.
"No, that's rolling felt. My grandma has always made this, and our family sells this. You see, it's warm, big brother..."
Pulling Ji Dong to the felt-rolling mat, Wang Zhiqiang's eyes were full of pride, and Ji Donglai was slightly startled.
"It just so happens that our company needs mattresses, so sell them to me. Anyway, you sell them to everyone, no matter how you sell them..."
He waved to his people, and they came over and started to help organize.
Ji Donglai used to lay this thing when he was a child, but later Ji Donglai secretly smoked and burned it. Ji Heng even slapped Ji Donglai twice for this matter.
For many years, Ji Heng searched for this thing but could not find it.
The things the old man sells are very cheap, and there are no sky-high prices. Ji Donglai doesn't bargain at all and pays immediately. And he agreed with Wang Guangzhi that he would have as much as he wanted.
By the way, Ji Donglai asked Lao Wu to lead people to repair Wang Guangzhi's house. The house was insulated, the roof was waterproofed, and the yard was paved with bricks. People from the village often came to visit, and some old neighbors also came to help.
"Mr. Ji, please press the switch."
As the sun set, the power generation project that Cao Tian was responsible for had begun to be completed. In front of the control box, the other party handed the key to the operation box to Ji Donglai. At this time, the school was still dark, with only the occasional sound of children reading.
There was a camera set up nearby. Yin Chengcai was ready. A group of leaders who had never appeared before were also standing in front of the camera. Cao Tian looked at the group and finally handed the key to Ji Donglai.
It was also dark over there in the village, with occasionally one or two families lighting up kerosene lamps.
"Uh-huh!"
"Bright!"
"The call came in, giggle..."
As the lights in the school came on, the lights in the village began to turn on gradually. The children jumped up and down happily, and the villagers also turned on the lights.
"Let's all save some electricity. It's not easy for people to get electricity for us. Every household should save some. We should do our best to be busy during the day. Don't turn on the lights if the rest can be discredited. Children should go to school. Finish your homework at school and then come back."
"Those of you who have students and don't have kids going to school should save money on using electricity at night. You guys need to know how to live your life..."
The village chief held a pipe in his mouth and stood on the high ground in the village. He was very happy to see the village light up. By the way, he started to announce the rules in the village, and the people in the village also responded.
"I will install some solar street lights on this mountain road in the future. I will turn them on at regular times at night to illuminate the people or vehicles passing by. Principal Han, I will leave the key to you. Then the street lights will be turned on." The key is also given to you."
So far, Ji Donglai feels that coming here to help is the right thing to do. Although it costs a lot, he is satisfied in his heart.
Especially when I saw the innocent smiles on the faces of those children, and then I thought about the graves of the veterans on the hill.
Overnight, Ji Donglai and his team began to retreat. Many parents gave Lao Wu and his group things from home, many of which were local specialties, wild fruits from the mountains, and vegetables from home.
"No, keep it at home, we have to go back..."
With the car window rolled down, Ji Donglai pushed the things sent by the fellow villagers out, and the children kept sending them inside.
"Kacha..."
Tan Xiumei stood at the school gate and keenly captured all this in the camera. Ji Donglai didn't notice at all.
"Will he be an entrepreneur?"
After filming wildly for a while while facing the motorcade, Tan Xiumei turned around and looked at Yan Changcheng, who was also tanned.
"It's hard to say, I hope so. Now Dong Lai is still expanding and amassing wealth. It is very dangerous for him to have so much wealth at his age. If uncle hadn't taken action last time, I was worried that he would have lost control."
"He can't grasp his thinking at all. You don't know what he is thinking. Sometimes he is greedy for money, sometimes he is lustful, and sometimes he is very self-disciplined. My uncle can't understand it."
He put a coat on Tan Xiumei and looked at her with deep eyes.
As a true high-ranking disciple, Yan Changcheng thought he was very accurate in judging people, but when he saw Ji Donglai, he couldn't see clearly. From Yan Changcheng's point of view, Ji Donglai hid himself too deeply, and his ability to see things was surprisingly accurate.
From some of the glass equipment declared at the customs, it can be seen that Ji Donglai is deploying the construction industry, which is not very compatible with the equipment manufacturing industry that Ji Donglai is currently engaged in.
Insiders analyze that Ji Donglai may have been influenced by foreign investment. Now he is in a crazy stage of attracting money from the industry. At the moment, Ji Donglai's factory is frantically making plastic steel doors and windows.
Glass, insulation cotton, construction cables and switches, and interior decoration things are all being tried by each other.
The technical content of these things is not high, which is contrary to the direction of the country.
Although he strongly refused, Ji Donglai's motorcade still returned home with a full load. In the poor mountain village, the people were not poor at heart. Knowing who was doing good things for him, Ji Donglai felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.
(End of chapter)
