Violators Club

Chapter 881 Uneasy
Looking at the familiar and somewhat unfamiliar streets in memory.

Lin Zonghui, who came here for the third time in the second half of the year, rubbed his aching brows.

Lao Li is very troublesome. Even after entering the new track, Xiangpiaocha's dependence on him is not as high as before.

But it is undeniable that Lao Li still has great energy.

This is also the reason why he failed the first two times. For many people, 1000 million is a number that is out of reach.

But for Lao Li?

He really doesn't lack these. After all, this is a strange person who could easily spend 200 million more than ten years ago.

With some helplessness in his heart, he gave instructions to the driver in the car.

Lin Zonghui took a deep breath and got out of the car without hesitation.

The street is still a familiar street in memory, and there is a decades-old sycamore tree in front of the door.

Of the five houses at the east end of the village, the ancestral house of Lin Zonghui's family is in the middle.

Perhaps it is because of the better view, or it may be because of this lush sycamore tree, Lao Li lives in the southernmost building all year round.

At this moment, at the gate paved with bluestone, Lao Li, who is in his 60s, is sitting on an old but sturdy bamboo stool. On the small red table in front of him is a plate of peanuts and a plate of pork head.

In addition, there is a silver wine jug with a paste on it, with a very beautiful ruby ​​on it.

Lin Zonghui was in a daze. He felt that Lao Li was no different from the first time he met 20 years ago.

But it's wrong to think about it carefully.

Twenty years have passed, Lao Li's figure has become rickety, and there are several gully and horizontal wrinkles on his face, but looking at Lao Li sitting in front of the little red table?

For some reason, Lin Zonghui felt that he hadn't changed at all.

It's like seeing it for the first time 20 years ago.

Shaking his head in his heart, dispelling these meaningless random thoughts, a friendly smile appeared on Lin Zonghui's face, and he shouted enthusiastically:
"Brother Li, are you busy?"

The ground wine jug was placed on the table. Lao Li looked at Lin Zonghui, and he was silent for a moment:

"Busy? I've been busy for most of my life. There's still some wine in the flagon. Do you want to try it?"

Lin Zonghui froze for a moment. In his impression, Lao Li rarely invited people to drink.

In addition, there was a bit of relief and a bit of melancholy on the face of the other party.

The way you look at yourself is also different from usual?
Lin Zonghui couldn't help frowning. He vaguely sensed that Lao Li's mood was abnormal. What's the matter with this faint melancholy?

Could it be that something happened to Lao Li?
I have a little more guesswork in my heart.

But compared to what happened to Lao Li, there was also the strange look in his eyes.

At this moment, Lin Zonghui is more concerned about Lao Li's condition.

This is the third time I have come here in the second half of the year. The first two times I have returned without success. Lao Li is like a stone in the toilet-it is smelly and hard.

But Lao Li's mood is obviously abnormal today, does this mean that he has a breakthrough?
Thinking of this, Lin Zonghui couldn't help feeling hot in his heart, pretending he didn't notice anything, and shouted familiarly:

"Drinking is definitely necessary, but Brother Li, let's talk about business first."

Lao Li glanced at Lin Zonghui, and said lightly:

"About the house?"

Taking a deep breath, Lin Zonghui looked at Lao Li seriously, and played the emotional card:
"Yes, there are a total of 1000 households in Tazhai, and 21 households have already signed. My brother has traveled all over the world for so many years. Do you think the demolition funds are not enough?"

Why did Lao Li become troublesome?

Not because of Lao Li and the five house books in his hands.

For Tazhai, which has [-] or [-] households, Lao Li is a minority after all. The real trouble for Lao Li is his influence in the village.

There are a total of 1000, 21 households in Tazhai. Now because of Lao Li's opposition, more than [-] households have followed suit to oppose the demolition.

It is undeniable that there are some who are against the demolition, because not all Tazhai people are willing to live in high-rise buildings, and some elderly people like to live in this kind of houses with blue bricks and red tiles.

It is comfortable to live in, and you can grow a la carte in the front and back yards.

Young people in the city can't understand these old people's attachment to the land.

But there are also many people who want to use the name of demolition to knock a lot of money.

In this comprehensive demolition operation, Lao Li is actually not that important.

Although he has five house books in his hand, he is still one person. As long as [-]% of the people agree, Lao Li can be separated, anyway, it is only the area of ​​five houses.

What is really troublesome is that Lao Li has played a backbone role in this.

Because Lao Li is a legend in Tazhai, and because he has great prestige in the village, after he said that he refused to demolish, some people would naturally follow Lao Li.

Lin Zonghui can ignore the rejection of one or two households, but he cannot ignore the rejection of more than 100 households.

That's why when passing by the entrance of the village, the clan elder had clearly guessed what Lin Zonghui was going to do, but he didn't say a word.

This matter is not easy to solve, and if it is not handled properly, it may turn into a vicious incident!
Under Lin Zonghui's expectant gaze, the silent old Li shook his head:
"A lot."

Lin Zonghui is really not a black hearted person.

The state stipulates that the compensation for demolition funds per square meter ranges from several hundred to several thousand, which normally depends on the nature of the land and the local economy.

Tazhai is a place with a maximum of 100 square meters, and not [-]% of the demolition funds can be obtained, and a part of it must be used to purchase real estate from developers.

There are many ways to do this, so I won’t go into details here.

All you need to know is that in the same place, the difference between the two is no more than 500 meters.

Ten years ago, Xiangpiao Tea built a row of family buildings not far away. When it was demolished, the compensation per square meter was [-].

Regardless of whether it is normal or not, in short, the demolition fee per square meter here in Tazhai is [-]!
Seeing that Lao Li agreed with his statement, Lin Zonghui struck while the iron was hot, and persuaded him earnestly:

"Sign it, Brother Li, you are a sensible person, you can't let them mess around with you, can you?"

In Lin Zonghui's expectant eyes, Lao Li did not refuse this time, but nodded uncharacteristically:
"That's what happened."

After finishing the words, a look of joy appeared on Lin Zonghui's face, and he said quickly: "Brother Li, let's sign the contract. After signing the contract, I will treat you to a good wine that has been preserved for 20 years!"

With that said, Lin Zonghui got up and prepared to take Lao Li away.

Strike while the iron is hot, although I don't know what happened to Lao Li, but as long as the contract is signed?

Lin Zonghui has a hundred ways to solve the remaining problems. Do you really think he is just a talkative district chief?

In addition to being the head of the district, Lin Zonghui was also one of the top three houses in Tazhai. If he hadn't been afraid of Lao Li's prestige and cohesion in Tazhai, how could Lin Zonghui be so restrained.

But the next moment, before Lin Zonghui pulled Lao Li up, he saw Lao Li wave his hand:
"Not yet?"

Lin Zonghui was stunned, his heart sank, and he faintly had a bad premonition:

"how?"

Sure enough, facing his inquiry, Lao Li looked at him calmly:
"I don't care about the house now."

After the words fell, Lin Zonghui couldn't help but darken his face, and he took a deep breath:

"Brother Li, how many times do you think I've been here?"

Lao Li frowned: "This year?"

Those who are familiar with Lin Zonghui, no, even those who are not familiar with Lin Zonghui, look at this gloomy face and know that he is in a bad mood now, with annoyance flickering between his brows:
"No, I've been here three times in the second half of the year!"

"I came to you at the end of June. You said to think about it. I came again on the [-]th of last month. You said to think about it again. The whole Dongshan dare not say it. Just in Tazhai District, who can get [-] for the demolition? !"

"Old Li, people respect me for eating, and I respect others. Don't go too far!"

Lin Zonghui was annoyed. He was the head of the district, not the village director. There was no need to do many things by himself, and the renovation plan of Tazhai District this time was not simple.

This is a pilot attempt. If it performs well, not only Dongshan, but the entire Handong Province will be promoted.

It's not that he has nothing to do with Lao Li.

If you really want to be ruthless, there are many ways to punish people.

Not to mention threats and intimidation, water and electricity cuts are enough to make people unbearable.

Lin Zonghui didn't do this because he didn't want to make too much trouble. After all, he was still the head of the house in Tazhai in name, but this was not the reason why Lao Li negotiated terms with him again and again.

However, just when Lin Zonghui was extremely annoyed, a voice came from the side:
"Zong Hui, he's right, he can't decide this matter."

Annoyed, Lin Zonghui stared subconsciously:
"Who are you? He can't be the master. Could it be...you?"

He is close to 1.9 meters tall, wearing cheap jeans and a round neck T-shirt on his upper body. Lin Zonghui is somewhat familiar with his masculine and handsome features. A figure subconsciously appears in his mind, but he is not sure.

Because in his mind, this person has disappeared for 20 years.

But the person in front of him was too similar to the person in his memory, which made him hesitate a bit more:
"Mr. Chen?"

20 years ago, the situation in Tazhai was complicated.

There is no Baile Xiangpiao Tea, but there are Lin Yaodong, a big landlord who came back from Xiangjiang and engaged in illegal business, and Lin Zonghui, who wants to change the plight of Tazhai, but doesn't know what to do.

With the help of a Mr. Chen, Lin Zonghui successfully suppressed Lin Yaodong and led Tazhai out of poverty.

It's a pity that Lin Yaodong's methods are much better than his own.

Just a few years later, with his amazing skills, Lin Yaodong forced himself away.

Scenes from the past appeared in front of Lin Zonghui's eyes. The person in front of him and the Mr. Chen in his memory began to overlap, and finally turned into a person completely. Unlike the previous hesitation, Lin Zonghui's tone was very firm at this moment:
"You are really Mr. Chen!"

Frowning frivolously, he looked at Lin Zonghui in front of him. He was very different from the Lin Zonghui in his impression. He was not so thin, his aggressiveness was much weaker, and he was a little more official.

Chen Changqing didn't know that Lin Zonghui was forced to go into politics a few years after he disappeared, but looked at Lin Zonghui's eyes that were obviously brightened?

Chen Changqing couldn't help but smile a little more, and he patted the other person's shoulder affectionately:

"Long time no see, I didn't expect you to still remember me.

Zong Hui, there will be a man named Ma Xing looking for me these few days. If he brings it here for me or my return, keep it secret for the time being and don't tell anyone. "

Opening his mouth, the emotional Lin Zonghui had something to say: "Um, Mr. Chen, I..."

But with Mr. Chen's thick palm, it fell on his shoulder.

A warm and thick heat flowed into my heart, like the warm sun shining on my body in winter.

Lin Zonghui was silent for a moment, then nodded:

"it is good!"

…………

At the east end of the village, the driver who had just left not long ago turned back again. Looking at Lin Zonghui in the back seat, the driver asked, "District Chief, where are we going?"

With some thought in his expression, Lin Zonghui tapped the back of his hand subconsciously, with an inexplicable glint in his eyes:
"Everywhere, I want to get a courier."

The driver nodded, turned around and walked out of the village.

It's just that as the car gradually left Tazhai, looking at the saponins trees on both sides of the road, Lin Zonghui thought a little more in his eyes:

"By the way, do you know a man named Ma Xing? I sound familiar."

The driver froze for a moment, and said in a somewhat uncertain tone:

"Ma Xing? I have a little impression. I saw it once on my phone two days ago. It seems to be a survivor of a shipwreck some time ago? There is a young man named Ma Xing among them. I just don't know if it is the district chief you mentioned."

After the words fell, Lin Zonghui's fingers tapping the back of his hand suddenly stopped:
"shipwreck?"

The driver of the car didn't notice the change in Lin Zonghui's expression at all, and said casually: "Yes, I heard that these people drifted to an isolated island and persisted for more than 70 days without any supplies."

After the words fell, Lin Zonghui suddenly said:
"Go back to Tazhai first!"

The driver was stunned, and looked at Lin Zonghui in puzzlement through the rearview mirror:
"But the express delivery?"

Lin Zonghui shook his head, his breathing was a little short, his fingers were clenched subconsciously, his expression was a little uneasy, but he tried his best to hide his emotions:
"Don't worry, just let the courier deliver it tomorrow."

18 years ago, Lin Zonghui, who was in full swing at Baile Xiangpiao Tea, submitted his resignation report.

Regarding his resignation this time, many people speculated that it was because Lao Li occupied his ancestral house, and Lin Zonghui, who was embarrassed by face, chose to resign.

Normally, this is correct, and Lin Zonghui resigned for this reason.

Of course, Lin Yaodong also contributed a lot to this matter, otherwise he wouldn't have left Tazhai in such a disgraceful way, but many people didn't know it.

Lin Zonghui, who left Baile Xiangpiao Tea, did not choose politics at the time.

To be precise, it was after Lin Zonghui left Baile Xiangpiao Tea that he met some people. These people made him come into contact with the truth that ordinary people would not be able to find out in their lifetime.

For example, in the small city of Dongshan back then, why did a large number of neon people suddenly appear, such as the real identity of Mr. Chen!

So after seeing Mr. Chen, Lin Zonghui immediately thought of everything, but Ma Xing?
The isolated island, the 20 years of disappearance, a Ma Xing who should not have come into contact with Mr. Chen, and Mr. Chen just kept him secret.

This unusual situation made Lin Zonghui panic.

I don't know why, but there was a strong uneasiness in his heart, as if there was...

Lin Zonghui's heartbeat was getting faster and faster, an unnatural blush appeared on his face, big drops of sweat dripped down the tips of his hair, and the beating heart was like a drumbeat.

"Pfft~"

With a sweet throat, a ball of black and smelly blood spewed out from Lin Zonghui's mouth.

"squeak--!"

The piercing sound of the brakes sounded. Seeing the unconscious Lin Zonghui vomiting blood in the back seat, the driver's eyes flashed with panic: "District Chief, District Chief, what's wrong with you, hold on, I'll take you to the hospital right away!"

(End of this chapter)