66: Chapter 66 Soybean Factory Profit Sharing

"Folks!"

Li Dakang's voice was exceptionally clear in the cold wind: "Today is a good day! Half a year ago, when we raised funds to start the factory, I promised to let everyone live a good life."

"Now, it is time to fulfill that promise!"

Thunderous applause and cheers erupted from the crowd below. The villagers who had invested in the shares were so excited that their faces turned beet red.

"I know everyone can't wait any longer."

Li Dakang waved his hand with a smile: "Then without further ado, let's start the dividend distribution!"

As his voice fell, Director Du Cheng and the Credit Cooperative staff moved several black leather suitcases onto the podium.

The Police Station officers immediately formed a circle, vigilantly watching the surroundings.

Director He Guodong stood in the front himself, his hand resting on the holster at his waist, his expression serious.

At this moment, the entire threshing ground was silent.

Thousands of eyes were fixed intently on those black suitcases, as if they contained the keys to heaven.

"Open the cases!" Li Dakang ordered.

With a "click," the locks sprang open.

The moment the lids were lifted, the sunlight shone onto the bundles of cash, refracting a dizzying glow.

A collective gasp of air swept through the scene.

"Oh my heavens..." An elderly woman clutched her chest, nearly fainting.

"Just how much money is this..." The people in the front row widened their eyes, muttering to themselves.

Even Director He Guodong couldn't help but swallow hard. As the head of the Police Station, he had seen his fair share of scenes, but the visual impact of millions in cash piled together still made his heart race.

Village Party Secretary Zheng Yaoxian's hands trembled slightly as he picked up the list, his voice wavering: "Now, let's begin the dividend distribution! Zheng Dashan, 1,786 Yuan and 7 Jiao!"

In the corner, a middle-aged man wearing a patched cotton jacket stood up abruptly, nearly knocking over the bench behind him.

"I, I'm here!"

He shouted, stuttering, his voice laced with tears.

The crowd automatically parted to make a path. Zheng Dashan stumbled toward the podium, drawing a wave of good-natured laughter.

His wife followed behind holding their child, happy tears streaming down her face.

The Credit Cooperative staff counted out the corresponding amount from the pile of money. Li Dakang took it and handed it over with a smile: "This is your dividend. Count it."

Zheng Dashan's hands shook like a sieve. The moment he took the money, tears welled up in his eyes: "No, no need to count... Township Head Li, I trust you... If it weren't for you, we wouldn't have today..."

"This is what you deserve."

Li Dakang patted his shoulder: "You trusted us and invested in the shares back then; today is the time to reap the rewards."

Zheng Dashan cradled the money and walked slowly down from the podium under the gaze of everyone.

His wife hugged him tightly, the family weeping with joy.

This scene made everyone present tear up.

"Zheng Fugui, 3,388 Yuan and 2 Jiao!"

"Here!"

A lean man jumped up and rushed onto the podium in a few strides.

...

As each name was called and each dividend was handed out to the villagers, the atmosphere at the scene grew increasingly fervent.

Some villagers who received the money laughed out loud, some wept silently, and others wanted to kowtow to Li Dakang on the spot, only to be hurriedly helped up.

Of those villagers who had invested, some received at least over a thousand, while the most received over seventy thousand Yuan, becoming the enviable "Ten-Thousand-Yuan Households" overnight.

Everyone present looked at these tangible earnings, all feeling envious and excited.

When it came down to it, this harvest was all thanks to their initial courage.

Some villagers had not only emptied their family savings but also borrowed from friends and relatives everywhere to scrape together the capital for the investment.

Now that the moment to cash in on the returns had arrived, it was only natural to reap this substantial profit.

However, such a large sum of money was ultimately unsafe to keep at home.

Therefore, most people, having just held the money in their hands for a thrill, before it even "warmed up," followed Li Dakang's suggestion and deposited the money into the Credit Cooperative.

The money went around in a circle and finally returned to the Credit Cooperative's accounts.

This was precisely Li Dakang's silent support for Director Du Cheng. With this substantial deposit, Director Du Cheng's performance at the county Credit Cooperative this year would certainly launch an eye-catching "satellite."

...

On the 28th day of the 12th lunar month, with only two days left until the bells of the Lunar New Year's Eve, the festive atmosphere, like a fine web, quietly enveloped every corner.

Li Dakang finished his last shift in Guantian and, without a moment to catch his breath, headed straight to Mingzhou.

After arriving in Mingzhou, he didn't even have time to catch his breath before rushing to the airport.

By this time, night had already fallen, but the airport was still brightly lit and crowded. People eager to return home dragged their suitcases, rushing toward their respective reunions amidst the hustle and bustle.

Li Dakang clutched the ticket that Cao Yong had bought for him in advance and walked hurriedly toward the boarding gate.

Finally, accompanied by the boarding announcement, he successfully boarded the last flight to Beijing.

The two-plus-hour flight was long and quiet. The plane, like a weary bird, slowly landed on the runway of the Beijing airport.

Stepping out of the cabin, Li Dakang took a deep breath of Beijing's air, his heart filled with mixed emotions.