Chapter 1685

After saying goodbye to Ning man, Zhang Daye drove the wine red BMW X5 all the way back to Dahu village.

Baoshan county is a poor place. There are not many million class cars like BMW X5. Many people know that this car is Ning man's, but it's a bit strange to see a young man driving today.

However, when Zhang Daye returned to Dahu village, his surprise became a sensation.

Although Dahu village is poor, it is not isolated from the outside world, and it knows nothing about the outside world. Several villagers who like to study cars can see at a glance the BMW X5, a million class SUV driven by Zhang Daye.

Sun Fugui is one of them. When Zhang Daye drives into the courtyard of the village committee, sun Fugui's eyes are straight. He stares at Zhang Daye and takes a cold breath. He looks at Zhang Daye in amazement:

"village head, when did you get a BMW X5?"

Zhang Daye smile, indifferent way: "nothing, others send."

"This..." Sun Fugui almost didn't sit on the ground. He was so scared that his eyes widened: "it's for you? Village head, you are really good. Even a million cars have been given away. I'm afraid we can't afford to buy a wheel after a hard year. "

Ha ha!

Zhang Daye waved his hand, for such words, he has long been immune, indifferent to say: "OK, as long as you follow me wholeheartedly to do a good job, there will be these in the future."

"Hey, village head, I believe that." Sun Fugui grinned. Looking at his five simple and crude looks, he was actually the most shrewd person in the village committee. From the first day Zhang Daye took office, he saw that Zhang Daye was definitely not an ordinary person.

"Well, you have to remember that this is the capital for you to get rich in the future. By the way, it's more than five o'clock now. I have to go home and have a look. It's estimated that the villagers are waiting for the money. "

With a smile and a wave of his hand, Zhang Daye left the village committee and strode to his home. He was carrying the black box, which was heavy with 500000 cash.

As expected, when he got home, his yard was full of people again, but this time there were many more baskets with white gardenia inside.

At this time, the villagers were speculating in the small courtyard of Zhang Jia. After all, it was more than 5 p.

"What's the matter? Is the village head deceiving us? Up to now, he hasn't seen a shadow."

"That's right. If I don't want to give money, I'll be the village head. What's the matter? My husband and my son are still waiting for me to cook at home."

"I don't think the village head can deceive us. Maybe something has been delayed. Wait. It's still early anyway."

“……”

Zhang Jianguo and Hu Jinlan looked at the flowers in front of them. According to the statistics, there are almost seven or eight hundred flowers. Now they are all piled up here. It's all money.

If his son really talks big this time, the villagers will have to fight back.

The more he thought about it, the more anxious he was. He jumped up and down and looked out from time to time, hoping that his son would come back as soon as possible.

"Look, the village head is back."

"Well, it's really the village head. He's still carrying a box in his hand. It looks like he's carrying money."

The villagers all got excited and walked back with their necks stretched and staring at Zhang Daye.

Zhang Daye glanced at these people and said with a smile, "they're all here. Why don't you trust me and wait for the money at my door?"

"Hey, how can we not believe what the village head said?"

"Well, don't think much about it, village head. We just want to get the money early. That's the surest thing in our heart."

Ha ha!

Knowing that these people are careful, Zhang Daye doesn't bother to worry about them. With a smile, he walks into his yard, puts his box on the millstone, and beckons Li Wenming.

"Have you written down all the villagers who are selling flowers today?"

"Village head, I have recorded all of them. A total of 19 people collected 833 white gardenia flowers. They are all good and there are no defective ones. I have counted them myself." Li Wenming said with pride.

"Yes, village head, there were two young ladies who wanted to pass inferior as good, but they were scolded by me." Wu Qingshui also came up to show his merits.

Zhang Daye took a look at them, and the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked up. He said that this is the magic of money. If he didn't give them 10000 yuan a month, would they do their duty to work for him?

They don't work for themselves, they work for the ten thousand dollars.

However, he didn't care about all this. It was just a matter of justice that people died for money and birds died for food. What's wrong.

Zhang Daye's eyes once again swept to the villagers who were looking forward to them. He said with a smile: "villagers, I know you are all anxious to get money. Just now I asked, today there are 19 people helping me to pick flowers, a total of 833 flowers. That's very good. I thank you very much. Since everyone wants to get the money earlier, I'll stop talking about it. "With that, he reached out and opened the black leather box containing the money. The red hundred yuan bills were neatly placed in the box, which immediately shook everyone's eyes and stimulated their nerves.

"My God, it's money. It's really money."

"I'm afraid I can't make so much money in my whole life."

"The village head is so resourceful. It's right to follow him."

The villagers immediately fried the pot, and their eyes turned green, staring at the red banknotes in the box until Zhang Daye snapped the box up.

"Well, as you can see, I absolutely have money for you today. The 19 people who have counted the expenses have lined up. I will pay you now." Zhang Daye said with a smile.

Now the villagers are much better. Money can communicate with God. It's true. Driven by the money, everyone becomes very clever in front of Zhang Daye and lines up quietly.

Zhang Daye murmured to Li Wenming with a smile. Li Wenming nodded. He immediately came up with his little notebook and said in a loud voice, "now, I'll call the person with my name to get the money. If I don't call the person with my name, I'll wait first. The village head said, "as long as you help him, everyone has a share."

When the villagers heard this, they all laughed, not to mention in their eyes.

Li Wenming didn't want to write any ink, so he opened the book and called out his first name:

"Miao Cuihua, 104 flowers."