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Liu Jun brought Chen Erlin, Dumb, Meng Ting and Huang Maohang to the agricultural and forestry sand mining field run by Zhuo Yi with a smile. He saw that the piles of sand were growing big. Now that the property market is not good, the sand is not in short supply. It's really not an easy solution.

Since the battle between Zhuo Yi and Liu Jun in the lower reaches of the Qingjiang River, Zhuo Yi was defeated, according to the rules of the rivers and lakes, even if Liu Jun officially took over the farming, forestry and mining sandfields, no one else dared to interfere.

The two large sand dredgers in Qingjiang had already withdrawn under the instruction of Duan Erpao, but there were still a dozen migrant workers in coarse and old clothes guarding the sand field.

Liu Jun stepped forward and asked one of the black middle-aged men who could talk: "Uncle, this sand mining field is closed, why are you still here?"

When the migrant workers saw Liu Jun and the others coming, they whispered for a while, and the black man blushed and said, "How can we leave without getting paid?"

A migrant worker looked frustrated and said in a low voice: "That boss Zhuo owes us more than half a year's wages, and his wife and children are still waiting for my wages to go home for the New Year."

Huang Mao didn't care so much, with a fierce look on his face, he said loudly: "Why are you talking so much, go to your boss Zhuo for the salary, what's the point of staying here and not leaving? Do you still want us to pay you? I don't owe you anything."

Hearing this, the black man took out a stack of unsettled pay slips from his pocket, and said embarrassingly: "You don't owe me, but the wages owed to me by this battlefield, now the people of the whole country don't owe migrant workers wages. "

"Hehe, your voice is quite loud. Anyway, we don't owe you any money. If you want money, there are several piles of sand here. You can drag some sand to pay for your wages." Huang Mao laughed loudly as he said.

"You, you..." The black man was dumbfounded by Huang Mao's words, but looked at Liu Jun with eyes that were almost begging, he could tell that Liu Jun was the master here.

"Brother Jun, why don't you drive these people away." Huang Mao said.

"You are Brother Jun?" The black man shuddered. This is Brother Jun who was said to have defeated Second Brother Zhuo and scared Brother Pao away. He is not a man to be provoked.

Liu Jun nodded lightly. He remembered how he and the mute once worked in Qingyun Pharmaceutical Factory as porters, were owed wages, fought with factory security, and were detained by the police station at the end, so he smiled slightly: "Huang Mao, it's not easy for others to work, you just Can't you be nicer?"

"Yes." Huang Mao chuckled, he knew that Liu Jun was kind-hearted, and he wanted to create the effect that he and Liu Jun would sing good faces and the other bad faces.

"Hello, uncle, I'm Liu Jun. Can you tell us about your situation?" Liu Jun signaled Chen Erlin to smoke, and Chen Erlin immediately took out a pack of Soft China and respectfully offered cigarettes to the migrant workers.

The big black man took the cigarette, sighed, and gave an overview of the situation in the sand quarry, saying that they came from neighboring provinces to work. They would pay wages, and the dozen or so migrant workers had money to send back home. For some unknown reason, the sand was never sold, and the wages were delayed.

The matter of Zhuo Yi's arrears of wages to migrant workers is very simple. In fact, the sand in the sand field has not been sold, and Zhuo Yi has no cash to pay. It seems that the sand mining field is in a downturn. For the toll, he accepted Liu Jun's Jianghu challenge without saying a word, and he dared to be forced by the situation.

Now that the people of Zhuoyi have run away, there is such a large pile of unsold sand here, and it is a matter of paying the wages of the migrant workers, which is 10,000+ yuan, Liu Jun did not say anything, and after some serious confirmation , When it was determined that Zhuo Yi really owed these migrant workers their wages, he asked the mute to pay all the migrant workers' wages in one lump sum and leave.

After paying the wages of the migrant workers, Liu Jun felt very at ease in his heart. How could the hard-earned money of the migrant workers be in arrears?

After the migrant workers left, looking at the piles of yellow sand, Liu Jun asked everyone if they could do anything.

Huang Mao grinned and said: "Brother Jun, this is easy, we just sell it to a nearby construction site at the market price."

Meng Ting objected on the spot: "Huang Mao, no, this Zhuo Yi matter is settled, we can't cause any more disputes."

Huang Mao chuckled: "I can't help it."

Meng Ting frowned, then stretched her eyebrows, pointed to the side, and said: "We really have no houses to live in. Boss Jiang's relocation of the two factories requires a lot of sand. The sand is not enough to fill them. There are a few big piles on the construction site, Ah Jun, why don’t you sell the sand here with Jiang Haofeng?”

Chen Erlin clapped his hands and cheered: "Good advice, Brother Jun and Boss Jiang, I'm afraid you can sell this much sand for 200 million. We helped him with the demolition last time. Boss Jiang will definitely help you sell the sand this time." our."

"Okay, that's it." Liu Jun smiled, brainstorming, Jiang Haofeng didn't even think of the relocation of the two factories, which is really unreasonable.He is confident that Jiang Haofeng's behavior will help him digest the sand.

In order to show his sincerity, Liu Jun didn't call Jiang Haofeng, but asked Huang Mao and Chen Erlin to immediately arrange people to guard the battlefield. He, Meng Ting, Dumb, and Coach Sun Wei drove directly to Jiangnan Teahouse.

When they came to the teahouse, Jiang Haofeng's female secretary Shang Chang received Liu Jun and the others. When Liu Jun informed him of his intention, Shang Chang said that Boss Jiang was rarely in the teahouse during this time, and that he and his secretary Zhou Peng lived and ate at the relocation site.

"Brother Jun, how about I call Boss Jiang and ask him to come to the teahouse?" Shang Chang greeted warmly.

Liu Jun waved his hand: "No, Boss Jiang is so busy, let's go directly to the construction site."

Just kidding, let the billionaire Jiang Da boss rush to the teahouse from the construction site, Liu Jun will not put himself too high, even though Liu Jun and Jiang Haofeng are called brothers and brothers, they also helped Jiang Haofeng a lot in the demolition of the two factories. But this time, in order to sell sand, there is something to ask for, so of course Liu Jun has to put down his posture.

But how to talk to Jiang Haofeng, Liu Jun was quite embarrassed, because Liu Jun had a premonition that Zhuo Yi could not be unaware that Haofeng Real Estate was undergoing a large-scale construction, and such a large project was when a large amount of sand and stone was needed, how could Zhuo Yi Didn't the sand from the company sell to the construction site of Haofeng Real Estate?There must be a reason for this.

Zhuo Yi didn't sell sand to Jiang Haofeng, so how should he, Liu Jun, talk to Jiang Haofeng?Liu Jun was thinking hard on the Land Rover going to the construction site of Haofeng Real Estate...

Liu Jun is no stranger to the construction site of Haofeng Real Estate. He, Dumb, Sun Wei, and Mengting drove directly to the relocation project headquarters of the second factory of Haofeng Real Estate.

The engineering headquarters on the construction site is a large row of metal mobile houses, with a large iron gate closed, and the Land Rover driven by Coach Sun is parked outside the iron gate. The old man who guards the construction site knows Liu Jun and the others and greets each other , then opened the iron gate and let the Land Rover drive to the innermost iron house.

Liu Jun, Dumb, Sun Wei, and Meng Ting went up to the second floor and found the office of the commander of the construction site headquarters. The door of the office was open, and Jiang Haofeng was eating instant noodles while looking at a white background in front of the table. The engineering drawings in blue letters kept nodding, while Zhou Peng held a pencil and gestured in front of Jiang Haofeng. Jiang Haofeng and Zhou Peng were very focused, obviously not noticing the arrival of Liu Jun and the others behind them.

"Brother, just eat instant noodles at noon, isn't it too economical?" Liu Jun knocked on the side door, coughed and coughed twice, thinking to himself, does Jiang Haofeng have breakfast or lunch at eleven o'clock in the morning?