'This is bad!' The moment he heard his son say Zhao Jun had arrived, Zhao Guofeng's heart skipped a beat. He knew this wasn't good.
Just as he'd told Qin Xiaojuan a moment ago, it wasn't that he didn't want to pay Zhao Jun; it was that he didn't have the money.
Right now, the Village Office had just over nine hundred yuan in its accounts. And even that was what Zhao Guofeng had painstakingly saved up over several years.
His original plan had been to get around twenty wild boars, which would have cost maybe eight hundred to a thousand yuan, and that would have been the end of it.
If the Village Office had trouble covering the cost, he could make up the difference himself. He figured he'd have to chip in a hundred or two at most, and that would be that.
Then, the township would give a small reward, the town would provide a subsidy, and he'd get to make a good impression on the higher-ups. It was a perfect plan.
