UGB Chapter 413 Open-air Conference Clash: Capitalists' Frenzied PPT Presentations
Chapter 413 Open-air Conference Clash: Capitalists' Frenzied PPT Presentations
The villagers, who had just been filled with righteous indignation, suddenly hesitated again.
Yes, contracts carry risks.
But that 100,000 yuan was real money!
With this 100,000 yuan, I can build a house for my son and help him get married.
With this 100,000 yuan, we can replace the tractor that we've been using for twenty years.
With this 100,000 yuan, my sick spouse can go to the best hospital in the provincial capital for treatment.
Faced with enormous profits, the distant, even seemingly unrealistic, risk of a "fifty-year mortgage" seems less daunting.
The crowd began whispering and discussing again.
"How about... we work for a year? We'll quit once we get paid."
"Yeah, he can't just say he lost money in the first year, can he? That would be too unbelievable."
Judging from the reactions of his subordinates, Mr. Li knew that his words had had an effect.
He immediately gave a wink to the staff behind him.
Several young men in suits understood each other perfectly and quickly set up a huge white projection screen behind the stage.
A high-lumen projector clearly projected a series of exquisitely crafted PowerPoint presentations, full of technological and futuristic appeal, onto the screen.
"Fellow villagers! Open your eyes wide and take a good look!"
Mr. Li picked up a red laser pointer, pointed at the big screen with great enthusiasm, and began his impassioned speech.
"What is modern agriculture? This is modern agriculture!"
"What we're developing is 'agricultural blockchain traceability technology'! For every cabbage you grow, you can scan a QR code in a European supermarket and see which grandpa grew it!"
"What we're doing is 'international commodity futures hedging'! Even if domestic vegetable prices fall, our traders on Wall Street can make up for your losses by shorting the index!"
"What we've built is a 'complete closed-loop ecosystem'! From breeding to planting, processing, and sales, it forms a perfect closed loop! Completely eliminating middlemen and their markups!"
One after another, incredibly sophisticated-sounding terms kept popping out of Mr. Li's mouth.
"Internet of Things," "Big Data," "Cloud Computing," "Gene Editing"...
These words, like information bombs, completely stunned the ordinary people in the audience who had spent their lives working the land.
They couldn't understand it, but they felt that this thing must be very powerful.
Looking at the photos on the PPT of blond-haired, blue-eyed foreigners giving a thumbs-up to a plate of vegetables.
Looking at those red data curves that keep soaring upwards.
The villagers felt as if they were not watching an agricultural project, but participating in a great plan that could change the world.
Looking at the faces of those below the stage, completely captivated by the hype, Mr. Li's smile grew wider and wider.
He raised his voice, making a final, rousing appeal.
"Fellow villagers! Times have changed!"
"You'll never get rich by farming with that kind of mindless physical labor!"
"Today, once you sign this contract, you will no longer be ordinary farmers!"
"You are shareholders! You are the most important link in this multinational agricultural system worth hundreds of billions!"
"This is the new era's wealth code that we, from Wall Street, are bringing to you, our fellow countrymen!"
These words were deeply moving and extremely inspiring.
Even the highly respected old village chief of Dahe Town was completely fooled and lost his bearings.
He ran up to Jiang Chen, lowered his voice, and spoke in a slightly embarrassed tone.
"Um... Boss Jiang..."
"How about... we try it for a year?"
"Anyway, this 100,000 yuan is free, so let's get it first and secure it before worrying about anything else..."
Jiang Chen looked at the group of villagers in front of him, who were completely bewitched by the allure of capitalism, but he wasn't angry.
He understands human nature too well.
Talking about long-term risks to a group of people who are terrified of poverty is never as effective as giving them the most direct and brutal stimulus.
He ignored the old village chief, turned his head, and calmly looked at Wang Dagou, who was standing behind him.
"go."
"Drive those armored vehicles from our convoy to the side of the stage."
Wang Dagou had been holding back his anger for a long time, just waiting for Jiang Chen to say those words.
He excitedly clenched his fists, his knuckles cracking, and grinned widely, responding loudly.
"Alright, Brother Chen!"
"We've been waiting for you to speak!"
Wang Dagou turned around and, like a wild bull, squeezed through the crowd and headed straight for the town entrance.
On the stage, Mr. Li's PPT presentation was reaching its most exciting and emotional part.
He was preparing to announce that the first 100 farmers to sign up would receive an extra LCD TV as a bonus.
Just then.
"Waaaaah—waaaah—"
A piercing, oppressive siren shattered the tranquility of the town as it drew nearer.
Before anyone could react...
Three heavy-duty armored cash transport vehicles, all painted black and bearing the four large characters "Huaxia Security" printed on their sides, exuding a metallic feel.
Like a three-headed, roaring steel behemoth, it forced its way through the gaps in the crowd.
They completely ignored Mr. Li's astonished face, sounded their sirens, and with a beautiful tail drift, came to a steady stop below the steps of the stage.
The massive front of the car almost reached Mr. Li's knees.
Everyone's attention was instantly drawn to these three uninvited guests.