"Xiaoshan, before, you said you'd lead us all to wealth. Now that your feed factory is making good money, why do we have to pay for our own houses?"
"I really misjudged you, I must say. You talked a good game about getting every household wealthy as soon as possible. Just started earning a little, and now you're counting costs with us."
Amidst the condemnation of the villagers, Wu Xiaoshan's face darkened, and his brows furrowed.
Xin Lei, having guessed the outcome, also sweated for Wu Xiaoshan.
"Everyone, quiet down and listen to me."
Unable to stand it any longer, Xin Lei finally spoke up.
As the village chief, the villagers still gave her some respect.
Gradually, the yard of the village committee fell silent.
"In the past half year, Xiaoshan indeed made a good deal of money, but he spent it all on the village's construction."
Xin Lei immediately began earnestly trying to persuade the villagers.
