Becoming a Billionaire after Divorce-Chapter 607 - 212: Building an Industrial Park to Boost the Hometown Economy
Sun Dasheng’s problem, the old couple didn’t have any good solutions either.
Because this kind of matter is the hardest to handle.
However, Sun Dasheng seemed to be confident, as if talking to himself:
"Dad, Mom, our neighborhood has been there for quite a few years, right?"
Old Sun perked up at this topic, squinting his eyes as if reminiscing the past: "Indeed, it was originally the dormitory for employees of the county’s largest grain and oil factory."
"Oh? Is the grain and oil factory’s dormitory that big? Our neighborhood seems to accommodate thousands of households." Sun Dasheng was a bit surprised.
Since he was old enough to understand, that neighborhood had already been designated as a residential area for government personnel.
Most of the residents working for the government only occupied a small portion; the majority were employees from various major state-owned factories in the county.
"Oh absolutely, our county is the largest agricultural grain-producing county in the nation. Is it surprising to have a grain and oil factory with a thousand people?"
"That’s true." Sun Dasheng nodded in agreement.
Located in the fertile zone of the Jianghan Plain, with excellent conditions for farming, especially the endless rice paddies, where each golden yellow harvest season, the rice looks stunningly beautiful.
"What are you trying to say with all this?" Madam Xie seemed to sense something.
Sun Dasheng gave her a surprised glance and, without further ado, revealed his plan:
"Doesn’t Secretary Zhu have a mind to invigorate our county’s economy?"
"Doing good for the community is a great thing." Old Sun commented.
"Yes, your son isn’t on board with it? Otherwise, I wouldn’t have the time to come back this time." Sun Dasheng explained his motivation for returning, then continued:
"Previous leaders in the county didn’t do much, but at least they followed the trend and set up an economic development zone."
Talking about the economic development zone, Old Sun almost rolled his eyes to the sky; he was also one of its victims.
Madam Xie explained: "Da Sheng, you were studying in Shanghai City and didn’t know; your dad was part of the development zone team back then, and it ended in chaos. The secretary stepped down, leaving your dad with no room for advancement. That’s why he’s sensitive about it."
No wonder at the mention of the development zone, Old Sun didn’t have a friendly face.
There was such an upsetting situation.
Back then, the family didn’t tell him anything about it.
Perhaps they were afraid he’d worry, wanting him to focus on his studies without concerns.
This is typical of Chinese parents.
Even when their children are old enough to attend college, they still treat them like kids, shielding them from worries.
"Why tell the kid about family issues? Him studying well was the greatest comfort. Wasn’t my choice back then right?" Old Sun said somewhat smugly.
"Enough, stop boasting. No one said you were wrong; let’s continue listening to what Da Sheng has to say."
With that, both turned their gaze back to Sun Dasheng.
"I’m thinking, isn’t the economic development zone quite close to our old neighborhood? Since we are now going for large investments, the required industrial area might be significant; the current economic development zone’s space might not be sufficient. If we requisition the old neighborhood’s land too, won’t those old neighbors have money to afford houses here?"
"Um...cough, cough, cough..." Old Sun almost spat his tea onto his son’s face, looking at him with a ’let them eat cake’ expression: "Son, have you been in the big city so long that you’re unaware of our county’s cost of living?"
His mom, Madam Xie, chimed in: "Son, your dad is right. What kind of house can you buy with the little compensation from demolition?"
Sun Dasheng slapped his forehead, realizing he’d been a bit naïve again.
In Shanghai City, demolition households are synonymous with nouveau riche.
One demolished house can compensate several new ones. In small counties, indeed, the compensation isn’t much, and moreover, the housing prices are not low due to those damn developer collusions with officials there.
Dang it.
Those exploitative capitalists should be strung up on lampposts.
Yet, this doesn’t stymie our President Sun, who quietly suggested: "Can’t we increase the demolition subsidies?"
Giving more money—surely, they can afford houses then?
This naïve idea was immediately shot down by Old Sun.
"No doubt, our old neighbors are nice folks, but you can’t underestimate human selfishness. If you dare to raise the compensation today, tomorrow you’ll face a slew of holdouts demanding even more money."
"Your dad is correct; handle this publicly and not by arbitrarily offering more money. Otherwise, they’ll wonder if there’s some treasure in the land with your offering so much."
Seeing Sun Dasheng smile, Madam Xie seriously remarked: "Don’t think I’m joking; some people really would think that way."
Sun Dasheng nodded, "Dad, Mom, I understand your concerns."
Small counties have this downside: they are part of a familiar society.
If anything happens, everyone will know quickly.
He realized belatedly that his big-city approach might not be suitable here.
Seeing her son in difficulty, Madam Xie pinched Old Sun’s waist, causing him to yelp.
"Why are you pinching me?"
Madam Xie replied angrily: "Our son is facing a challenge and you, his father, aren’t stepping up with any ideas."
Hearing his mother say this, Sun Dasheng looked at his father in surprise.
"Your dad definitely has a solution." Madam Xie asserted firmly.
"Dad, then quickly, let’s hear it." Sun Dasheng humbly sought guidance.
Sometimes, having an elder in the family is like having a treasure.
