Early in the morning, before the sun had risen.

Outside the gate of the toy factory, there was a sea of people, and it was so crowded that it was impossible to move at the Yellow Mud Hillock East Gate.

A trailer carrying flour saw this scene and didn't care about the situation. It didn't even stop, but directly reversed and ran away.

When Xu Fei led the vicious dog to work, there were people everywhere on the walls, tree branches, and roofs.

Even the security guards at the entrance were beaten up.

"You applied for a job, so why did you beat up our security guards?"

"Little Xu, we didn't do it."

"If you didn't do it, then why are your faces bruised and swollen?"

"It really wasn't us, Little Xu. Look at the imprint on his back from the big foot, at least size 48. We just compared it, and no one in the whole Yellow Mud Hillock has such big feet."

"Could it be... an outsider passing by?"

"Yes!"

"There are thousands of you gathered here, and you just watched an outsider beat up our factory's security guards, and you haven't caught the culprit yet?"

"Well..."

"Those few who promised to join the factory yesterday, come in. The rest of you can leave."

"Little Xu, are we not hiring anymore?"

"Forget about being poor in Yellow Mud Hillock, but if we're not united, how can we achieve common prosperity in the future? Let the village chiefs from each of your villages come to my office. We'll talk about hiring after the discussion."

Xu Fei walked into the toy factory angrily and saw a group of strong men practicing boxing with eight little hooligans downstairs in the office building. He couldn't help but take a look at their shoe sizes. "Da Ma!"

"Here!"

"Go change your shoes to a smaller size."

"???"

Who did I offend?

Why am I inexplicably being given small shoes to wear?

Da Ma glanced at the little hooligans and continued practicing boxing.

Before long, the village chiefs who received the news hurriedly arrived.

Xu Fei found an empty room and had someone bring chairs.

"Little Xu, we already know the situation. The people of Yellow Mud Hillock will definitely unite and stand together!"

"Unity is one aspect, but we also need to maintain our own image. Look, the scale of my factory is getting bigger and bigger. It doubles every three days, and we will have new equipment in the afternoon. We produce seventy to eighty thousand toys every day. If people outside say that Yellow Mud Hillock is chaotic, who would dare to come and buy from us?"

"What you said makes sense. In the afternoon, we will reorganize the militia and patrol the village all day long. As long as they are not honest, we will renovate the river embankment!"

"In fact, not only the factory's customers, but also the trucks and cars that pass by regularly, need to be protected. Maybe one day they will need to eat, repair their cars, or find accommodation, and they will come to us. With more people, Yellow Mud Hillock will become lively. When compared to the surrounding towns, Yellow Mud Hillock will be great!"

"Yes, that's right. It's good for everyone to be good. When my factory gets bigger, not only the villages related to you, but also the villages of your relatives and friends can come to the factory for work."

"Little Xu, what about hiring?"

"Hiring? Well, here's the thing. There are too many poor people in Yellow Mud Hillock. After careful consideration, I have decided to help the needy and not the poor.

Starting today, we will prioritize hiring from the villages. The village that is living the most difficult life will be given priority in the toy factory.

However, the wages will only be paid at the end of the month. To alleviate the crisis faced by the poorest village, I have decided to use my own money to buy the collective shares of the Supply and Marketing Cooperative owned by that village, so that everyone can get some money and take a breather.

What? You don't want to sell? That means your village is not poor enough and doesn't need to work in the factory."

"..."

The village chiefs looked at each other.

The collective shares of the Supply and Marketing Cooperative, whether it's a large or small amount, are significant.

It's a large amount because there are many people. Each village has thousands of people, so it's not a small number when added up.

It's a small amount because of the era. In the 1950s and 1960s, although the workers' wages were only a dozen yuan, one yuan could buy two bags of rice. At that time, when they raised money to establish the Supply and Marketing Cooperative, each household basically contributed one yuan.

And buying shares in the Supply and Marketing Cooperative is like depositing money in a bank. Apart from dividends and discounted prices for members, the interest is not high.

In addition, with withdrawals every year and little additional investment, it can be said that the amount of shares is equal to the amount of money invested back then.

The problem arises.

Can the two thousand yuan from back then be compared to the two thousand yuan now?

It's probably tens or hundreds of times different.

Just like when the Supply and Marketing Cooperative was thriving, its assets were three to four thousand yuan.

Now it's almost bankrupt, but its assets are five to six hundred thousand yuan.

The key is that the shares haven't increased, and the dividends haven't increased. Where did all these assets come from?

The economy is playing tricks, and the masses are confused. Otherwise, why are they getting poorer and why must reforms be deepened?

"Little Xu, as village chiefs, we can't make decisions about the collective shares. How about you suggest a price, and we'll discuss it with the villagers when we go back."

"You want money too?"

"Don't you give money when buying the shares?"

"Haven't you seen the news? The collective shares of the Supply and Marketing Cooperative are worth 21 billion yuan, but they have lost 4 billion yuan. People everywhere are rushing to withdraw their money. Even the Supply and Marketing Cooperative in our village is on the verge of being demolished. Can you take out the shares? If you can't take them out, how much are the shares worth?"

"But the collective shares in the village are worth at least two to three thousand yuan."

"If you work in my factory, you can earn 1,200 yuan per month. Three people can earn it back. Moreover, if the whole village comes together..."

"That makes sense... but we still need to discuss it with the villagers."

"As soon as possible. Whoever settles it first can enter the factory first."

Xu Fei originally wanted to spend money to buy the shares. Whichever village was willing to sell, that village would enter the factory. But because of his status as a foreign enterprise, his salary was so high that he had to earn some back.

However, being a foreign enterprise also had its advantages.

High salary, decent job, and definitely afraid of being fired."From now on, whenever there's something going on, just give a shout, won't every village and every household respond actively?"

............

Outside the toy factory gate.

The villagers who came for the job interview saw the village elder coming out and crowded around him.

"Village Chief, how did it go?"

"Well, here's the situation..."

The village chief of Little Liu Village finished explaining the matter of buying shares, sighed, "If we were to support him as the township chief, we would agree immediately. But selling collective shares, what can I do? Is this something I can decide alone? The laborers are not here, can the old ladies take charge?"

"Who says I can't take charge? I made the decisions when it came to dividing the land. Besides, I've joined the toy factory, earning 1,200 a month. My husband works himself to death and can't even make 600 a month. Isn't it just collective shares? Initially, the village invested 2,000 yuan, and with dividends and discounts on purchases, we've already made back our investment. Now that food coupons are obsolete, who would keep shares that can't be cashed? It's better to give them to Little Xu, the Factory Director, and let us collectively earn big money in the factory!"

"Right!" The women responded in unison.

"Long hair, short sight!"

"I'll scratch you to death, sisters, let's go! Next year, we'll pull him down and let the women's director take over."

"..."

"Stop fighting, stop fighting, the village party secretary is here!"

"Old Secretary, please say something fair."

"Should we draw lots or vote, everyone choose one."

"Vote, I'll raise my hand first!"

"I'm raising my hand too!"

"Eh? Village Chief, weren't you against it?"

"When did I oppose it? I'm also considering for the village, look at this scratched face... Next time, you still have to vote for me as the village chief, okay!"

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