Reborn as a Noble's Son-Chapter 800 - 756 Knocking

Chapter 800: Chapter 756 Knocking

Yes, indeed, it was a conundrum, the issue of centralized land transfer in rural areas. On the matter of duration, there was indeed an oversight. Policy-wise, no clear standard had been determined.

Ten years is not a short duration. Within ten years, anything can happen, and nobody can say for sure. It’s possible that the current large-scale grain farmers might suddenly experience a turn of fate, resulting in an inability to fulfill their promises. It’s also possible that, upon seeing the benefits of agricultural planting, the farmers might have second thoughts and become unwilling.

That duration of ten years is too long. There are too many unexpected events that could occur. The variables are too substantial. Should something go wrong, Jiang Jingu knew very well that he could not shoulder that responsibility.

After pondering for a moment, Jiang Jingu looked up at Qiu Weimao and said, “Master Qiu, regarding this matter, as it stands, I honestly cannot give you an answer. This issue must be reported to Governor Nie. If he agrees, naturally, there will be no problem on my end.”

In front of Qiu Weimao, Jiang Jingu did not put on any mayoral airs; he was very self-aware. The man before him could not be viewed with ordinary standards. Although, in essence, Qiu Weimao is indeed a peasant—a true peasant—he is not an ordinary peasant. As a provincial agricultural expert and a representative of the provincial people’s congress, Qiu Weimao has his own channels. To put it bluntly, Qiu Weimao is someone who could converse directly with the provincial party bigwigs at any time.

In front of such a person, do not even think of putting on an act. He could see through whether one’s intentions were genuine or perfunctory in a glance.

As expected, Qiu Weimao, after hearing Jiang Jingu’s words, showed not the slightest bit of anger. Instead, he nodded and said, “Alright, since Mayor Jiang is so frank, I trust Mayor Jiang. I’ll wait for your news.”

Jiang Jingu nodded and added, “Master Qiu, whether this succeeds or not, I hope that you can keep this matter confidential for the time being.”

Qiu Weimao was taken aback for a moment, then immediately understood Jiang Jingu’s intent. Neither of them were fools; Qiu Weimao naturally understood Jiang Jingu’s words. He then laughed and said, “Mayor Jiang, rest assured. Spreading the word about this matter would not benefit me either. Why would I, Old Qiu, make things difficult for myself?”

…

After exchanging words with Qiu Weimao for a while, Jiang Jingu personally escorted Qiu Weimao to the door. A person like Qiu Weimao, truly a remarkable character, was worthy of respect.

In the office of Nie Zhenbang, the governor of the provincial government, Li Jupeng entered from outside and reported, “Governor, it’s a call from Mayor Jiang of Guonan City.”

This statement made Nie Zhenbang look up from his heavy duties. These days, his work was not easy. Although the land transfer project had been piloted in Guonan City and usually just needed regular guidance, the industrial layout across the province and the development of the tertiary sector had become his main tasks. Moreover, the three hundred billion yuan of investment in infrastructure construction was not a joke; it required real silver to materialize. And all this couldn’t be achieved just through talk. There was a significant amount of work and a multitude of documents to process himself.

Upon hearing about Jiang Jingu’s call, the first problem Nie Zhenbang thought of was the difficult issue with land transfer. He nodded, took the cell phone from Li Jupeng’s hand, and said directly, “Mayor Jingui, it’s Nie Zhenbang speaking!”

After the words were spoken, Jiang Jingu immediately reported in detail some events that had occurred over the last two months, before concluding, “Governor, what do you think? How should we give a clear response to Qiu Weimao? And what about the situation in Jinjiang County?”

Nie Zhenbang’s brow furrowed as he bore with patience through Jiang Jingu’s report. The affairs in Guonan City were irritating him; the officers there were like cats that had smelt fish, with their presence felt everywhere necessary.

Before the economic reforms and opening-up, this would be considered undermining socialism. In the current context, they are profiting from the government. Such matters are not uncommon nationwide, usually associated with land expropriation. It was unexpected that these people would now extend their reach here. This was a classic case of prioritizing money over life itself.

From another viewpoint, this was a challenge to his authority, to the government’s credibility. Lawlessness had reached extreme levels.

After contemplating for a while, Nie Zhenbang made up his mind and said with a grave tone, “Mayor Jingui, your line of thinking is good. Since these people like causing a stir in Jinjiang County, let them stir. Land transfer is not a minor matter. Choosing a suitable county for a pilot project is necessary. I think it’s feasible. Regarding the matter with Qiu Weimao, I will make the decision. Provide him with a five-year promise. Should any problem arise midway, I will take responsibility. This matter can only be successful, it cannot fail. We must let those profiting from the government hit a hard snag and take a big fall.”

With Nie Zhenbang’s directive, Jiang Jingu was like one bestowed with an imperial sword. With Governor Nie to take any potential falls, his worry lessened, allowing Jiang Jingu to take bold and decisive action. Negotiations with Qiu Weimao went smoothly, too; Qiu Weimao had requested ten years, but that was merely a starting condition—the guarantee of five years sufficed. Qiu Weimao also had confidence. With five years as a buffer, and the visible benefits ahead, there would be no complaints from the farmers.

This time, Jiang Jingu really witnessed Qiu Weimao’s immense popularity in Renzhang County. The moment it was known that the county’s king of grain cultivation wanted to contract the land, the farmers had no concerns. In Renzhang County, Qiu Weimao was a brand name, believed by everyone never to fall behind on contract fees.

50,000 mu of farmland, along with nearly 8,000 mu already under Qiu Weimao’s control, covered the area across eight townships of Renzhang County, consisting solely of plain high-quality paddy fields. One could say, excluding some paddy fields cultivated by farmers themselves, the whole of Renzhang County had officially fallen under Qiu Weimao’s name.

…

Yintai Grand Hotel in Guonan City.

This is the best star-rated hotel in Guonan City. At this moment, in the Yintai Night Club attached to the Yintai Grand Hotel. The scene is one of revelry and merriment.

In one of the large private rooms of the Yintai Night Club, several young men are each accompanied by two garishly dressed, scantily clad women. And some are even more daring, with whole breasts rubbing against these young men’s arms.

Under the pink lights, some have even slipped their hands inside. From the room, moans are frequently heard. The atmosphere is exceedingly ambiguous.

Suddenly, the door to the private room is pushed open from the outside, and a chubby man about twenty-three or twenty-four years old charges in.

This scene causes the displeasure of the man in the center, at the prime seat. He frowns and says, “Fat Fan, what do you mean by this? Don’t you understand the rules?”

Fat Fan appears somewhat intimidated and hesitates for a moment before replying, “Hui, there’s bad news. I just got word from my dad. Mayor Jiang signed a contract this afternoon on behalf of the city government and the Land Transfer Office Working Group with Renzhang County’s grain tycoon Qiu Weimao. Qiu Weimao has contracted for the first phase of 50,000 mu of farmland. My dad also said that this time, Jinjiang County will not be a pilot. The few million we put in might as well have been thrown into the water.”

This statement suddenly shocks the other few men in the room. The lively and intimate atmosphere instantly vanishes without a trace.

Everyone is somewhat surprised. A young man wearing glasses beside them even asks in a panicked tone, “Wang Hui, what are we going to do? If Jinjiang County doesn’t go ahead, our money is gone. My money was all borrowed.”

Wang Hui, the man sitting in the prime seat, darkens his face and says angrily, “Enough. Why all the panic? You borrowed money, and you think I didn’t?”

At this moment, Wang Hui is feeling some regret. If he had known it would turn out this way, he and his group should have dabbled in some substantial business, saved some money, and not have borrowed every time a project came up.

But regret is now useless, Wang Hui looks at Fat Fan. His words are absolutely credible; Fat Fan’s father is the Permanent Deputy Director of the Agriculture Bureau of Guonan City and a member of the Land Transfer Office. The news is definitely true.

Then, Wang Hui stands up and says in a deep voice, “There’s no other way now. Everyone return to your own homes, find your own mothers. This time, if Mayor Jingui dares to cross us, we will force him to promote land transfers throughout the whole city. They can’t just do Renzhang County and not Jinjiang County. By then, they will still have to play by our rules.”

Wang Hui is very confident. Among the six people present, excluding Fat Fan, the other five are all children of the standing committee members. With this added influence, Wang Hui doesn’t believe that Mayor Jingui could resist the pressure.

…

The Municipal Party Committee Compound Number One

This is the residence of Wang Guofa, the Municipal Party Secretary. As soon as Wang Hui enters, it startles Wang Guofa and his wife Chen Yuanli, who are watching television on the couch.

Chen Yuanli even stands up, saying joyfully, “Hui, why are you back so early?”

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As soon as she finishes speaking, Wang Guofa snorts coldly, “Spare the rod and spoil the child. Look at him, he’s got no semblance of decency. Gallivanting around outside every day. Sooner or later, he’s going to cause a huge mess.”

Right as Wang Guofa’s words fall, Chen Yuanli objects, “Old Wang, why berate the boy? How much trouble can Hui cause? He’s just fond of playing. What’s the big deal?”

However, Wang Hui lowers his head and says, “Dad, I’ve really caused trouble this time. With the land transfer, I originally wanted to take the opportunity to build a business. I didn’t expect to be outwitted by Mayor Jingui instead. Three million has gone down the drain. Dad, Mayor Jingui has really gone too far. You have to help me. That money was a short-term loan from the bank. If I can’t pay it back, I’ll be in trouble.”

These words cause Wang Guofa’s face to darken with anger as he demands, “What exactly happened?”

After Wang Hui explains the ins and outs of the matter in detail, Wang Guofa’s face also sinks. Wang Hui has played his role too well, portraying himself as an enterprising young man with a vision for business, instinctively making his father biased toward him. He is also quite dissatisfied with Mayor Jingui. The respect due to his position was ignored; Mayor Jingui could have communicated beforehand. This way, his son wouldn’t be left in a dire situation.

After pondering for a moment, Wang Guofa stands up, his hands clasped behind his back, and says, “Deal with the mess you created yourself. I’m not involved in your troubles.” (To be continued. If you like this work, feel free to cast your vote for recommendation or monthly pass at Qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation.)