After lunch, Mingyue drove to the town, found a copy shop to print out the draft contract, and went to the ATM to withdraw some money.
The general content of the contract is actually not much different from what Mingyue said before. It is just an ordinary labor contract out there.
The only special thing is that she gave the account a three-year redemption period. After three years, if a villager wants to take the account back for his own safekeeping, he will need to return the "salary" she gave to the villager during these three years.
Of course, the villagers can also choose to continue with their previous decision and continue to ask Mingyue for a fixed salary of 5,000 yuan per month. It all depends on their own choice.
However, the value of the account three years later will definitely not be comparable to this tiny profit. Even a fool would know which one to choose.
The three villagers who did not choose to take wages will not only learn to manage their own accounts from now on, but will also receive 15% of the profits from the other nine accounts every month until all the other accounts are redeemed.
It can be said that Mingyue really put a lot of effort into making the villagers make money, and almost fed the villagers' mouths with food.
This is also because her main purpose is not to make money, otherwise there would be no such good thing.
After returning to the village, Mingyue gathered the villagers together and asked those who could read to read the contents of the contract again. He also explained the professional terms that they did not understand, and then asked them to sign.
As for those villagers who were illiterate and could not write, they were asked to put their fingerprints on the document.
When the villagers heard that the benefits would be in their own hands, they all signed without hesitation. They looked at Mingyue with a kind look, and they were all praising her profusely.
"Yuewazi is very capable. In all the generations of our village, there has never been such a capable child. She is even more fierce than many boys. That's it."
The person who was speaking was the oldest great-grandfather in the village. He was Grandpa Mingyue's uncle. He was 107 years old this year, but he still spoke very clearly and gave a thumbs up while speaking.
No one else disagreed and they all nodded in agreement.
After all, once the contract is signed in black and white, it means that Yuewa can really give money and is truly benefiting the village, which is worthy of praise.
It is also thanks to the fact that Mingyue has been praised all these years, by all kinds of people on all kinds of occasions, that she can remain calm now.
"By the way, besides the contract, there is one more thing," Mingyue opened the canvas bag she brought with her, revealing stacks of red bills inside: "We agreed to settle the bill on the 15th of every month. Today is the 15th, so I'll settle the previous bill first. You guys have spent a total of... Aunt Qin..."
No one present had expected that, in addition to signing the contract, there would be such a good thing today.
As soon as I saw the stacks of hundred-dollar bills, I heard the sound of swallowing saliva from all directions.
It is no exaggeration to say that most people here have never seen so much money in their lives.
When Mingyue read out how much each person should get, many people were unable to react.
Some villagers had very dazed eyes and walked with their hands and feet together.
There was also an aunt who took the money and foolishly put it in her mouth to bite it, and was laughed at by other villagers for saying that it was not gold.
Some villagers even held their money tightly in their hands, not daring to take it away from their eyes for even a moment, for fear that the money would disappear in the blink of an eye.
Liu Dabei and his son, who still came to watch the fun, had faces as black as if they had been burnt by charcoal. They never expected this result.
Especially Liu Dabei, who had sworn before that Mingyue was a liar, now felt like he had a lump in his heart, which was stuck there, unable to swallow or spit it out.
"Let's go back." Liu Dabei squeezed his son's arm tightly, and his voice was squeezed out from his teeth. Liu Fanrong stared at the red bills in Mingyue's hand, and he was reluctant to look away. So much money, so much money.
Seeing his son's useless appearance, Liu Dabei was rarely angry with him. Now that the situation had come to this, he would only be laughed at if he continued to stay here.
He gritted his teeth and said, "I said leave, why are you still staying here? Isn't it embarrassing enough?"
His voice was a little loud, and several villagers nearby came to their senses and looked at him with strange eyes.
Originally, Yuewa was his niece and could have led him to great wealth, but in the end, he made her into what she is now.
You have to know that Yuewa is so nice to outsiders, and she is even more nice to her old man. If Liu Dabei treats her better, even a little bit better, she will definitely reciprocate.
But now, the two families are fighting like enemies.
Someone in the crowd couldn't help but mutter, "God is watching what you do, so you should be conscientious and not be a mean person."
The sound was neither loud nor soft. At this quiet moment, it reached Liu Dabei's ears clearly, making him extremely embarrassed.
This time he no longer cared about his son. He turned around and strode out.
Why not leave? Continue to be laughed at by others? He can't afford to lose face like this.
However, Liu Fanrong watched his father leave, hesitated for only two seconds, and then stood there, unwilling to leave like that.
Anyway, it has always been the old man who has been unfair to Yuewa for so many years. Except for the time when he annoyed her when she was young, he never had any major conflicts with her at other times. If Yuewa doesn't help him to make money, then she can take him.
With this thought in mind, Liu Fanrong waited until Mingyue had distributed the money and then took a short video for the two villagers.
Seeing that Mingyue was about to go to the village chief's house for dinner, Liu Fanrong finally couldn't help but stop her.
There were no other outsiders present at the moment except their cousins.
"Yuewa." Liu Fanrong summoned up the courage to call out, but he didn't know what to say next.
Mingyue rubbed her sore eyes, pounded her aching shoulders, looked at him impatiently, and asked, "What do you want to say?"
Seeing her cold eyes, most of the energy in Liu Fanrong's heart disappeared in an instant.
He opened his mouth and stammered for a long time before uttering, "I, I also want to take a photo with you and take a video."
Mingyue was almost tickled by him.
The father and son were always trying to ruin her plans, so why would he just come over like nothing happened and say he also wanted to make money with her
Does she look like the Bodhisattva in the temple
Mingyue walked up to him, patted his shoulder, and said coldly in his surprised eyes: "My temple is too small to accommodate a big Buddha like you. Liu Fanrong, you should find another place."
After saying that, she walked straight towards the village chief's house.
(End of this chapter)