Chapter 34 Chicken Hair

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The door of the private room was opened, and more than a dozen strong Hui people with wooden sticks hugged Zheng Jichang and rushed in. Zhou Chuan wanted to stop him at the door, but he was outnumbered.

Diao Dapeng's face changed and he was about to get up. Yang Guodong shook his head to him not act rashly. Diao Dapeng just disdainfully reached out and touched a circle of greasy head, and his face was disdainful of these Hui people.

"Ha ha, Secretary Liu is good. This official is really leisurely. There are continuous banquets all day long." Zheng Ji often waved to Liu Zhiguo, half to say hello, half to sneer.

In any case, Liu Zhiguo is also the secretary of the town party committee. Although he is guilty, he can't lose his momentum in front of these farts. Now he sits in a chair and clears his throat and said, "Old Zheng, it's not right for you to do this. You know this is called gathering people to make trouble, right? You are inciting the people who don't know the truth to disturb the social order. If the county investigates it, I can't protect you.

"Be less fucking official. We also say that you are corrupt and bribery, and you are a government official!"

Liu Zhiguo looked sideways and said that it was Zheng Butcher, who was selling beef in the town. He was five and three thick, and his whole body was 200 catties. This person was Zheng Jichang's nephew, who was always reckless and difficult to deal with.

After listening to Zheng Butcher's words, although Liu Zhiguo was a little uneasy, he must also brace himself and pretend to be fair and honest. He scolded angrily, "Zheng Butcher, you are talking nonsense. I don't think you want to sell beef, do you? You call it slandering government workers, you know? Later, I will ask Director Wang to torture you. You have to make it clear to me today. Who is embezzling and taking bribes? Ah, can you say this casually?"

Zheng Jichang is old and knows the truth that the people do not fight with officials. Although the government is more afraid of the Hui people, if it really fights with the government, the people will not be able to take advantage of it. The principle of protecting each other is unchanged. It is really inappropriate to talk nonsense about it. He hurriedly said with a smile on your face and said, 'Secretary Liu, don't Angry, my nephew has a little muscle in his mind..." He turned around and scolded Zheng Butcher: "Apologize to Secretary Liu quickly. You can't say such words casually!"

Although Zheng Butcher was reluctant, he still had to give his uncle's face. He muttered in a low voice, "I'm sorry, Secretary Liu, it's my nonsense..."

Liu Zhiguo was holding a check of 500,000 yuan in his arms at this moment. After all, he was guilty and didn't want to continue to talk nonsense on this issue. He glanced at Zheng butcher coldly, which was a warning to him, and he gave up.

Zheng Ji often observed around the room and knew that the person sitting in the middle with glasses was probably Yang Guodong. He stretched out a palm and shook hands and said, "This must be Mr. Yang. My surname is Zheng. This time I came to talk to you about the land acquisition on behalf of the people."

Yang Guodong bowed slightly, stretched out his white and delicate palm, often walking on the woman's thigh, politely grasped Zheng Jichang's five fingers, and ordered his subordinates, "Zhou Chuan, give up your seat to Master Zheng."

"Master Zheng, since you can talk to me on behalf of the people today, it's better. Let's make it clear to the gongs and drums face to face. How on earth can you not toss around? As long as the conditions are not outrageous, I will definitely try to meet your conditions with the company, but if it is a sky-high price, please forgive me for Yang for not having that patience..."

Yang Guodong said and stretched out his hand to instruct Secretary Yi Gan to light a cigarette for himself. With Secretary Gan's rise, the fire machine flashed, and the cigarette in Yang Guodong's hand curled up and began to fight again.

"By the way, Lao Zheng, you look like you have seen a big scene. You are reasonable. Our company can invest in you, which is also a good thing for the old and young men in your town. If the film and television city is built in the future, the people in your town can open hotels, restaurants, and have a crew to shoot films in the future. You People nearby can be extras. Can't they have a good income after finishing their farm work? Why do you have to hold on to the immediate interests?

"That's right, that's what the boss said, harmony makes money, and harmony makes money."

At this time, the owner of the restaurant poured tea one by one with a pot of fine tea. In his heart, he was extremely eager to establish this film and television city. Unfortunately, he looked at the land of the Hui people, and the Hui people were not easy to mess with.

No one paid attention to the owner of this restaurant. Zheng Ji often coughed and lit the cigarette bag, showing the demeanor of a gangster. At this time, few people use cigarette bags, and there are probably few good birds with this.

"Mr. Yang, that's the reason, but do you know how high the room is now? Of course, our poor and remote places are not as good as big cities, but go and find out the neighboring villages near us. Can the land sold in that town be less than 200 yuan per square meter? You only give 120 per square meter. Isn't this a cheating business?

"Hey... How do you talk, old boy?"

Diao Dapeng slapped his head and raised his fist to fight. He was resisted by seven or eight sticks in the hands of the people and said, "Fuck you, try it!"

Zheng Ji often took a sip of smoke and said, "This good man, sit down. I'm a person... I just have more words. In fact, it's not a curse."

Yang Guodong looked at the gathering of the turbulent Hui people outside. In addition to more than 200 workers who came with sticks at the beginning, now there are hundreds of people, old and young, men and women. There are only seven or eight people. If you really want to start, you can't take advantage of it. He motioned Diao Dapeng to sit down, and Diao Dapeng pinched his nose. Zi touched his shiny head and sat down again.

Liu Zhiguo interrupted and said, "Lao Zheng, we can't compare this. This is introduced by the county's investment promotion office. This price is not made by me alone. The total investment of this project in the film and television city is expected to be 200 to 300 million yuan. Is it the investment in the nearby town that you can invest 800,000 yuan? Can the built enterprises be compared? After this film and television city is established, how much wealth and value can be created for our place? Naturally, the government should take more care of the policy. By definition, you are a sensible person, and I don't need to explain these words to you at all.

Zheng Ji often glanced at Liu Zhiguo with his cigarette bag and retorted, "What Secretary Liu said is all the afterth, but any business is risky, isn't it? In case the business is not good after they are established, and our people's land is occupied again, and our ancestors have no seeds, so we all go to drink the northwest wind, right?

Seeing that Liu Zhiguo did not answer, Zheng Jichang turned to Yang Guodong and said, "We don't care how much money you give the government, but we ordinary people rely on farming for a living, and the people take food as the first necessity, so we have to think about it now. The wool comes from the sheep. If you give less to the government, the government will give less to our people. Now the government only subsidizes us 30 yuan per square meter. For example, look at Zhang Tiezhu's family, there is only one mu of land in the family, and the family of five people rely on this mu of land to eat. Now that you have been requisitioned, their family can only I got more than 18,000 compensation from the town, which is exchanged for the land of future generations. What do you think will they live on in the future?

Yang Guodong took a puff of smoke and didn't say anything. He also understands this problem. If arable land is used in Donggang in the coastal area, it needs at least more than 300 per square meter. It is indeed low enough for the price of Songzhu. In addition to the county's eagerness to attract investment, it is also related to money, but since If it can save a large amount of money, Tianxing Company is naturally unwilling to pay more money, but they didn't expect the Hui people to stick in.

Yang Guodong patiently waited for Zheng Jichang to finish saying, "In this case, how much subsidy do you think you want?"

Zheng Ji often smiled, took off the white round hat on his head, sorted it out and put it on, slowly stretched out the thumb and index finger of his right hand, and made an "eight" gesture: "Your Star Company subsidizes another 80 yuan per square meter, and the 30 photos in the town are taken out. As long as Mr. Yang can agree, you can use it at will!"

Yang Guodong sneered: "It is said that farmers are honest. I think you are really honest! We spend 200 and 20 hectares of land per square meter. We take out a total of 40 million yuan. The government can only account for 18 million yuan, but the remaining 22 million yuan will be put into the pockets of you unruly people? It's really a poor mountain and evil water. Don't talk about it!"

Zheng Jichang's face changed slightly and he didn't say anything. Zheng Butcher, who was grumpy behind him, couldn't hold back his anger. The wooden stick in his hand hit Yang Guodong's shoulder and scolded, "Fuck, do you think that's a troublemaker?"

The stick in Zheng Butcher's hand is a round stick made of poplar, which is used to make a spade handle. Zheng Butcher knocked with all his strength and went straight to Yang Guodong's forehead. If he really hit him, it is estimated that Yang Guodong will not die and will have to go through the ghost gate.

Sooner or later, Fang Ping, who had been smoking silently, suddenly stood up and grabbed Zheng Butcher's wooden stick in his hand like the wind. He clenched it firmly and did not move. Zheng Butcher was anxious and pouted back hard, hoping to take the wooden stick back, but Fang Ping's mouth was slightly upturned, allowing Zheng Tu. Hu's strength to breastfeed could not come back. He couldn't help but be more angry and exerted the strength of his whole body. At this time, Fang Ping suddenly let go, and the wooden stick suddenly took his hand and hit Zheng Butcher's head. Zheng Butcher was caught off guard. Unexpectedly, Fang Ping actually played with yin. Before he could react, he hit a stick. On his forehead, blood splashed, and his eyes turned black and fell back. He didn't know whether he was dead or alive.

The Hui people in the room suddenly became a mess. Several people came forward to pick up Zheng Butcher. They saw that his eyes were closed, blood was flowing on his skull, and he was in a coma. Hundreds of Hui people couldn't help but be excited and shouted in unison: "Kle them, kill them, no one can do it. Let them go!" With a shout, these Hui people began to smash their belongings. The first to suffer was the Volvo S80 with the Donggang license plate outside.

Looking at the chaotic Hui people, Nie Pan quietly retreated to his private room and said to himself: It's really a dog biting a dog's mouth. It's really hard to tell who is right and who is wrong. Forget it, I don't do my business. Go back and run away with Long Meimei. This play is not good!