"Wait a moment."
Yang Guolin found a document from the bookcase behind the desk and tossed it in front of Wang Haimin.
"This is the report submitted by the board factory last year. Take a look yourself."
Wang Haimin said, "Mayor Yang, you're making it difficult for me. You know I'm not very educated. I can't understand these things."
Yang Guolin said, "It's enough if you can understand the key information."
He opened the report, pointed to a place, and said, "See this, the board factory's annual output value exceeded one billion! How many years do you, as a village chief, have to work to see that much money?"
Upon hearing this, Wang Haimin was indeed tempted, staring at that string of numbers for a while.
"It's tough, in the village I had absolute authority, I could do whatever I wanted. But at the board factory, it's different; there are so many managers, so many workers, over a hundred people, and they don't necessarily listen to me."
