Aoba Office

The fat man had been lying in the hospital for too long. This time he took the initiative to go to the Sixth Village of Workers and Peasants with me to have a look. Looking at his shining eyes, I guessed that he wanted to try his yin and yang eyes.

Guo Yujie and the others stopped joining in the fun.

When we arrived at the neighborhood committee of the Sixth Village of Workers and Peasants, Director Mao had been waiting for us for a long time.

We sat down in Director Mao's office, and Director Mao poured us tea again. The three of us were holding teacups. After a while of silence, Director Mao spoke with a wry smile.

"I called to ask about the demolition, and it was mainly the residents in the community who urged me."

As soon as Director Mao's words came out, Fatty and I were both surprised.

Many people are looking forward to getting rich through demolition, but when the demolition work officially begins, they are not so anxious. You need to negotiate terms, figure out which compensation plan to choose, and consider the distribution of benefits within the family. For some people who have become rich through demolition, demolition requires careful planning.

From business negotiations to online shopping, if you are serious about bargaining, you must not reveal your true attitude first.

If these residents are anxious, our demolition office will feel relieved.

Director Mao saw our unabashed surprise and explained in detail: "Actually, the problem still lies with the property management. The property management has not paid much attention to it in recent years. In our old community, there are more or less problems with the equipment, and the property fees They can't compare with those newly built communities, so they cut corners and do things half-heartedly. Now that they know that demolition is going to happen, and residents want to change their properties, it's a waste of money. They probably understand this, and the property fees are still collected, and the work is done. Even more slack. People in the community want to demolish and move quickly."

I always feel that this statement is a bit far-fetched.

Community property management is closely related to the lives of community residents, but only when something happens, property management services are needed. For other things, such as the maintenance of public areas, no matter how bad it is, if you tolerate it for a while, it will still be better than losing the demolition compensation because of a small loss, right?

The fat man said nothing and drank tea slowly.

I just looked at Director Mao calmly, nodded from time to time, and didn't express my opinion.

Director Mao was a little anxious and complained repeatedly about the property. Seeing our attitude, his complaints finally stopped. She rubbed her forehead, showing a bit of fatigue.

"Director Mao, don't worry. The demolition work plan is set by the above, and we can't make the decision. We can only help you react. However, I speculate that in the end, it will have to be done as a whole. Otherwise, each plot will be special. Due to the situation, the work progress will be completely inconsistent, and many places will not be able to coordinate, which will actually slow down the progress."

Director Mao nodded, "I know, I know you have difficulties at work. It's just..."

I'm waiting for Director Mao to tell the truth.

Director Mao let out a long sigh, "To tell you the truth, the property management is only one aspect, and the other aspect is that people in the community have been very panicked recently. Uncle Wang, the matter involving Uncle Wang Hongzhang and his wife has scared many people. Those people making explosives scared a lot of people. Everyone feels that the community is not very safe now, and they want to move out quickly."

"Haven't those two matters been resolved?" I asked.

"The solution is solved, but we should still be afraid. And..." Director Mao hesitated.

"Director Mao, if you have anything to say, just say it. This is not the first time we have dealt with each other," I said.

Director Mao sighed, "You know the neighborhood committee director in front of me, right?"

"That old Mrs. Zhou." The fat man put down the teacup.

He and the thin man went to find the former director of the neighborhood committee to inquire about Qingye. After arriving, they learned that the other party had suffered a cerebral infarction not long ago and was unable to recognize him clearly and was unable to answer questions at all.

I also saw Director Zhou in my dream, a fat aunt. But that was twenty years ago. Now, she should be an old lady.

Director Mao nodded, "That's Aunt Zhou. She had a cerebral infarction for a long time and she never recovered. Two days ago, she suddenly jumped out of bed and said she wanted to leave and move, which scared her daughter so much. You know, there is that one in our community What kind of office..."

"Aoye Supernatural Agency."

"Yes. You have been asking about it for a long time." Director Mao nodded repeatedly, with a shivering expression. "Some people said some time ago that people there appeared again. Some people thought it was haunted."

I don't know whether to laugh or cry.

The person from Qingye who appeared some time ago must be Gumo. He is a big living person. Unexpectedly, just because of Gumo, many people were scared and wanted to move.

"What happened to that old lady Zhou?" I asked again, "Did she suddenly feel better?"

Director Mao shook his head repeatedly, "After shouting, she lay back down again. Her daughter called an ambulance, and the doctor checked her, but it was still the same. Isn't this thing too weird? Then there are the two things that happened before. There is also a lot of noise in the property, and everyone can’t live in it anymore.”

Just as he was talking, there was a knock on the door outside.

Director Mao shouted "come in", and the person who came in was a young girl who was a staff member of the neighborhood committee.

"Director, here we go again." The girl said helplessly.

As soon as she finished speaking, the noise outside became louder. Some people crowded over, looked over and saw Director Mao, and immediately shouted.

"Director Mao, you have to solve this matter for us."

"Yeah, the pipeline is blocked again, how can we live our lives!"

One of them actually recognized the fat man.

"Oh, aren't you the young man from the demolition office?"

In an instant, those people were surrounding the two of us.

"How is your investigation going? Is it ready for demolition?"

"What kind of investigation? That's called research."

"Call it whatever you want. Comrade, please give us an accurate answer. When will the demolition start?"

Looking at this group of incredibly enthusiastic uncles and aunties, I could only explain the work process explained to Director Mao.

"When do we have to wait until?" an uncle in front of the station said dissatisfiedly.

"We can't help it. This is what the superiors have arranged. We are just small employees and we have to listen to the big leaders." I smiled at a few people and said, "Don't worry. After a while, we conducted an intention survey and the approval rate for the demolition passed. If the standards are met, demolition will definitely be possible. The approval rate for our land is almost 100%, so don’t worry.”

"We're not worried about this." The uncle patted his thigh, "Little comrade, you don't know that our community can no longer house people. This pipe is blocked at both ends every day. And there are all those evil things..."

As soon as the uncle opened his mouth, he was stabbed by the person next to him. He turned his head, suddenly realized, and smiled at me, "You also know, you know that...that..."

"The bomber." The aunt next to him added.

The uncle nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, we are afraid of the bomber. Many houses here have been rented out. Who knows who lives in them?"

I patiently listened to their complaints and echoed a few words, but I still said the same thing about the demolition.

Director Mao stepped forward and finally persuaded these residents to go back. His mouth was already dry, so he turned around and took a few sips of water.

"Director Mao, tell me the truth, is there anything evil going on?" I asked Director Mao.

Thanks to Mole Duoxing° for the tip.