tkworld Chapter 411 Mysterious Fund Goes to the Countryside, Tempting Villagers with Sugar-Coated Bullets
Chapter 411 Mysterious Fund Goes to the Countryside, Tempting Villagers with Sugar-Coated Bullets
"One hundred thousand?!"
This number, like a thunderclap, exploded in the crowd.
The dark-skinned people in the audience, who had spent their entire lives toiling in the fields, had never heard of such a fantastical tale.
They work tirelessly from dawn till dusk on their two acres of meager land, and after deducting the cost of seeds and fertilizer, they can only save a thousand or so yuan, which is considered a blessing from God.
Now, you can just give them the land without doing anything and they can get 100,000 yuan a year.
This... isn't this like gold ingots falling from the sky?
An old man with a face full of wrinkles, piled up like a walnut shell, finally managed to squeeze to the front of the crowd, looked up, and asked in a trembling voice.
"Mr. Li... Mr. Li... Is it really possible for gold bars to fall from the sky?"
As soon as Mr. Li saw someone ask a question, he immediately perked up. He stepped off the stage, warmly took the old man's arm, patted his chest, and made a solemn promise.
"Sir! You can rest assured!"
"We're involved in high-end organic agriculture, supplying the European royal family exclusively! The profits are extremely high!"
"This project is a key investment attraction project for our county; even the county leaders have approved it!"
He pointed to the side, where several township officials in uniforms were sitting and clapping with big smiles on their faces.
Mr. Li's voice grew louder.
"The contract, in black and white, is right here! Whoever signs first gets paid first! Our cash truck is waiting in the back!"
Upon hearing this, the crowd below went completely wild.
Jiang Chen stood on the periphery of the crowd, arms crossed, watching the spectacular performance on stage like an outsider.
He turned his head and asked Zhou, the lawyer beside him, in a voice that only the two of them could hear.
"Uncle Zhou, do you believe that there are capitalists in this world who would have a sudden burst of kindness and go to remote, impoverished areas to do charity?"
Attorney Zhou adjusted his glasses, his gaze behind the lenses sharp as a scalpel.
He answered in a very professional, low voice.
"Mr. Jiang, from a legal perspective, any promise of excessively high returns that goes against business logic inevitably hides unequal risk clauses."
"The risks of these financial scams targeting specific groups are usually hidden in dozens of pages of supplementary clauses, disguised with a lot of obscure and difficult-to-understand professional terms, specifically to deceive ordinary people who are not well-educated and do not understand the law."
Attorney Zhou's judgment coincided with Jiang Chen's thoughts.
Just then, the staff on stage brought out several large stacks of red-headed contracts, as tall as small mountains.
Mr. Li picked up a megaphone and loudly urged the crowd on.
"Fellow villagers! This opportunity won't come again!"
"Limited spots available! Only 300 households can sign up today!"
"Those who want to get rich, those who want to build a new house for their son's wedding, hurry up and come up to sign and leave your fingerprints!"
As the crowd surged toward the stage like a tidal wave, the crowd began to rush toward it.
Even the respected old village chief of Dahe Town was so excited that his face turned red. He picked up a contract and prepared to take the lead in signing it.
Once he signs, the hearts and minds of the entire Dahe Town will be completely won over by the other side.
At this critical moment.
Jiang Chen gently gestured to Wang Dagou beside him.
Wang Dagou had been itching to get started for a long time.
He took a deep breath, puffed out his chest, and let out a deafening roar in his voice, which was as loud as a broken gong.
"Put the fuck down!"
"Bring the contract over! Let my son Chen take a look first!"
"Put the fuck down!"
Wang Dagou's earth-shattering roar, coupled with his uniquely loud voice, was more powerful than the several broken speakers on the stage combined.
The entire bustling stage square seemed to have been paused.
Thousands of villagers, their necks craned and faces flushed, who were about to rush forward, all turned around in unison.
Countless eyes converged on the back of the crowd.
The dense crowd parted automatically to create a passage.
Jiang Chen walked in with his hands in his pockets, surrounded by a group of security guards in black. He walked in at a leisurely pace.
His expression was calm, but his eyes held a penetrating sharpness.
On the stage, when President Li saw the Maybach worth tens of millions parked not far away, and then looked at the aura of wealth and nobility emanating from Jiang Chen and his group, his heart skipped a beat.
He knew that today they had come up with a tough opponent.
However, he was also a seasoned veteran who had spent half his life in the business world, and a professional smile instantly appeared on his face.
He quickly stepped off the stage, took the initiative to greet her, and extended his hands.
"Oh my! This boss looks unfamiliar! I'm Li Jianjun, the project director of the International Ecological Agriculture Poverty Alleviation Foundation."
"This is a key poverty alleviation project we are undertaking in response to the national call to support the construction of new rural areas. What are your thoughts on this?"
Mr. Li adopted a very humble attitude and spoke succinctly, highlighting his "high-class" status while subtly using the grand titles of "nation" and "poverty alleviation" to intimidate others.
However, Jiang Chen didn't even glance at him.
He walked right past the fat hand that was outstretched in mid-air, as if it were just an insignificant decoration.
He walked straight to the edge of the stage and took a thick contract from the old village chief who was about to lead the signing.
"Boss Jiang...?"
The old village chief was bewildered by this sudden turn of events.