What Kind of Village Mayor Is Mark Hunter

Seeing Su Li, Zhang Mu, and the others heading towards the school, Zhang Zhuzi took out the official document from his pocket and said, "Look at Zhang Mu and Su Li showing off! Third Lady, let's hurry and slap this document in Zhang Mu's face, let him open his eyes wide and see clearly that I am the village chief!"

"No! What's the rush?" Qin Sanniang quickly hid the document in her bosom and said, "It's not the right time yet."

"Wife, then when should we say it?" Zhang Zhuzi asked.

Qin Sanniang smiled proudly, "Wait until Zhang Mu thinks he's the village chief and finishes his speech on stage, then we'll bring out this appointment document and slap it in his face!"

Zhang Zhuzi clapped his hands and said, "Right, Third Lady, you're smart! When Zhang Mu thinks he's on cloud nine, we'll make him fall hard and stomp him into the mud!"

"Let's go, Zhuzi, let's wait up front too!" Qin Sanniang quickly pulled Zhang Zhuzi along and followed.

By the time Qin Sanniang and Zhang Zhuzi arrived at the school opening ceremony, the village chief had already finished setting off the firecrackers, and everyone was gathered in front of the stage listening to Su Li's speech as the principal.

"...Education is the foundation of the nation. Only education can enlighten people and free them from ignorance; only education can help everyone escape the poverty passed down from generation to generation; only education can fill the next generation with hope. I run this school not for profit, but to benefit the community, to let the eager students be able to read and chase their dreams!" Su Li passionately delivered the opening speech on stage.

The parents and students below were moved to the core. The children's innocent, tender faces flushed bright red, their palms red from clapping, yet they kept applauding Su Li enthusiastically.

Elder Gu and Mr. Zhuge stood at the back of the crowd, listening to Su Li's speech, looking at the group of knowledge-thirsty children, feeling deeply moved.

Resources are limited for poor families; the children who can be sent to school are mostly very motivated and cherish the hard-earned opportunity to study more than the children in noble academies.

Qin Sanniang and Zhang Zhuzi listened to Su Li's speech with disdain on their faces. Qin Sanniang spat and whispered, "Su Li talks better than she sings, so hypocritical."

Zhang Zhuzi said, "Yeah, she says she runs the school not for profit, who believes that! She's just fooling these country bumpkins. I bet Su Li's vegetarian restaurant lost too much money, so she wants to make it back with the school."

Qin Sanniang and Zhang Zhuzi were talking badly about Su Li when they suddenly saw Zhang Zhaocai squeezed in the crowd with several children, holding a schoolbag from who knows where, eyes bright and eager.

"Sigh! Why did that brat Zhaocai come!?" Zhang Zhuzi had completely forgotten they casually mentioned letting Zhang Zhaocai go to school.

Qin Sanniang spat and said, "A little beast who bites the hand that feeds him."

After Su Li and Yuan Jie finished their speeches, it was Zhang Mu's turn.

Zhang Mu stood on the stage, looking at the dense crowd, feeling a bit nervous. His gaze landed on Wu Caiwei.

Wu Caiwei clenched her fist and mouthed, "Husband, good luck!"

Zhang Mu smiled, steadied his nerves, and said, "Fellow villagers, parents, and students, I am a villager of Haizi Village, named Zhang Mu. Thanks to the trust of all the elders and villagers, I will serve as the village chief for Haizi Village and several nearby villages! As village chief, I promise to be fair and just, treating everyone equally in labor duties and tax collection. If any of you have difficulties or disputes, come to me, and I will do my best to help and mediate! Today is the opening of Haizi School, and as a villager and village chief, I am very happy. I hope the students study hard and achieve great success; I hope all villagers have prosperous and wealthy lives ahead!"

"Good! Village Chief Zhang speaks well!" Zhang Mu's simple but sincere speech drew cheers from the villagers, but among the crowd, a sarcastic voice rang out, "Oh, village chief Zhang? What kind of village chief? You say you're the village chief, but you wishful thinking!"