The eldest cousin picked up the chopsticks, wiped them with his hands and handed them to grandpa.
"Master, why don't I do some serious work? After dinner, I will lead the whole village to do some serious work and make a fortune, right, Xiaolong?"
Mr. Long is a little confused. When did this happen?
I have indeed arranged a lot of things these past few days. After all, there is still a winter fishing festival to take care of, and I am too busy to get away.
However, every detail has been arranged, and there is no part about making the whole village rich.
Mr. Long smiled awkwardly and nodded.
"That's not, it's absolutely business.
Cousin, have you made all arrangements?"
"Ah, the arrangements have been made. I'll take care of things, so don't worry."
It's over. When Master Long heard this, it showed that his arrangement must have gone astray.
"As long as the arrangements are made, why don't I worry about you doing things?
By the way, how did you arrange it?"
The eldest cousin just raised the wine glass. He wanted to drink, but he also had to answer Mr. Long. It was a bit difficult to choose.
The second cousin alleviated the eldest brother's dilemma and answered first.
"My brother said, what kind of etiquette company are you looking for? It's nothing but gossip.
With that kind of money, can’t we make it ourselves?
Isn't it just to set up a stage and decorate the venue?
When our village sings duet, the stage is set up by the villagers themselves, which is very reliable."
Mr. Long stared intently at a plate of fried fungus. The fungus was so good and so dark.
He quickly diverted his attention and shook his head to relieve the darkness in front of his eyes.
"Um, second cousin, why don't you bother me, folks? After all, this is considered a business activity and we need to go through a formal process."
The eldest cousin finally drank the wine and burped.
"Don't let them work in vain.
The labor and materials are contracted, each house costs 100 yuan, and it only takes one night. Tomorrow will definitely not delay your opening.
Xiaolong, you don’t know that the etiquette company asked for 30,000 yuan, but I saved you a small 20,000 yuan.
This can be regarded as the two of us generating income for you, and you are no less successful in this regard.
We split it as a commission, haha."
He Naizi's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he quickly raised his glass and made a toast. He stood up in a circle, his face did not change, his heart did not beat, and his drinking capacity was very good.
"Cousin, how many people are here to help?"
"Brothers and sisters, I am here to speak in this village.
Everyone is here, and if anyone dares not to come, I will throw shit at their house."
Hearing this, Mr. Long's face turned red unconsciously. This is a second-rate boy, the lowest-ranking person in the village. It's so embarrassing.
He Naizi appreciated this behavior very much.
"Cousin, I'd like to toast you for your unscrupulous spirit. It's awesome."
The second cousin was a little unwilling to lag behind and quickly interrupted.
"It's not all about his face, the most important thing is not to give him one hundred yuan?
During the Chinese New Year, I just play mahjong when I’m free, and I win and lose. Who wouldn’t want to make money without losing money?”
He Naizi toasted his second cousin again.
"When will we start construction on Taiqing ditch?"
"Let's get started after dinner. I'll definitely finish it in one night, so I won't delay tomorrow's important events."
When He Naizi heard this, he discovered the problem.
"Then why not do it during the day?
Why do you have to light a lamp and boil the oil to do it at night?"
Long Er has always had no sense of presence. After receiving countless looks from Mr. Long, he understood that he needed to express himself and hurriedly explained.
"There will definitely be a lot of people from the city coming tomorrow. Food, drink and entertainment are all covered by the one-stop project. Every household has a small stall. They can sell whatever snacks and New Year goods they can. It's a rare opportunity to generate income during leisure time.
Aren’t we now promoting street stall business? This can be regarded as following the trend.
If you put things on display during the day and have to let people look at them at night, it is better to work at night and start business at dawn."
When Mr. Long heard this, he snapped his chopsticks and broke them.
After talking for a long time, this group of villagers will use the winter fishing festival organized by themselves to do business and generate income tomorrow. They will not charge stall fees, but will also pay 100 hard-earned fees?
Just when I was about to say something, I saw He Naizi's face beaming with joy. Why is this?
Mr. Long has supplied his brain with all the remaining nutrients. His thinking is more flexible and he thinks about problems more thoroughly.
After many years of struggling in society, Mr. Long has an incomparable sensitivity to routines. The competition between tricking people and being tricked is happening all the time around him. He Naizi's smile is so familiar.
There must be something fishy. Although I don't know the reason, I must do something.
"No, it's absolutely not okay to use my Winter Fishing Festival to do business and give each family a hundred yuan."
The boss had spoken, and the two cousins were instantly embarrassed. The words had already been spoken, how could they take them back?
But Mr. Long’s opinion is very important, as it directly affects his own income generation.
They wanted to act like a rogue, or simply act like a jerk, and suppress Mr. Long's opinions, but the longer-term interests stopped them, and it was a bit difficult to get off the horse.
He Naizi put his hand on Mr. Long's leg, which instantly made his brain less nourished.
"Xiaolong is right, absolutely not.
One hundred per family is too much."
As soon as these words came out, Mr. Long was surprised again. Experts couldn't guess the mission medicine sold in He Naizi's gourd.
But as long as you are talking, it is impossible for Mr. Long to fall to the ground. It should be the other way around.
"Actually, it's not no"
"First cousin, second cousin, you go and notify the villagers now. Xiaolong doesn't want to treat the villagers badly. Each of you will receive one hundred yuan.
Moreover, on this day of family reunion, the whole family must be neat and tidy. If every family is missing a bite, they will not pay the bill, so please go and notify them immediately."
Before Mr. Long could say anything else, the two cousins went out to announce the good news as fast as lightning.
There are more than one hundred households in the whole village, five to six hundred people, one hundred per person?
Mr. Long was only slightly worried about the cost, and then he was relieved.
Because when he saw He Naizi's strange smile, his heart felt cold. He couldn't spend the money, right?
So what on earth is this bitch going to do?
No, this is the time when something big is going to happen. I have to find a way, even if it means sending a letter to Cai Gen.
It's a pity that He Naizi didn't give him this opportunity.
A sudden slap of the hand on his thigh interrupted Mr. Long's thoughts.
"Ah, by the way, Xiaolong, there's something I almost forgot.
Today, the second day of the Lunar New Year, I am going to hold an ancestral Kure worship ceremony, please help me prepare."
Mr. Long felt that his pants were really hot now and his thinking was a little confused.
"Ah? How to prepare?"
He Naizi stretched out his hand and began to make calculations.
"Ninety-nine cows, ninety-nine pigs, one hundred and one chickens, one thousand and three ducks, and"
He Naizi spoke very quickly. When Mr. Long heard the first words, it didn't matter whether he listened to the next ones. There were actually quite a lot of categories, and the entire safari park would definitely not be able to meet He Naizi's needs.
