Kuang Biao: Gao Qiqiang calls me the Godfather of Jinghai

After a while, the two of them were still in the same family.

Zhang Yaoyang looked through the photos and said with satisfaction: "Lao Mo, your photography skills can make you a photographer."

Lao Mo smiled slightly.

"By the way, how are you with Huang Yao recently?"

Zhang Yaoyang put the photos away and sent them to Beijing later. He planned to let Meng Yu do a series of long reports.

Lao Mo took out a cigarette, took a deep puff of smoke, and said: "It's still the same. I'm still unfamiliar with it."

"Spend more time with her. My daughter is a little princess. You have to take good care of her and spoil her." Zhang Yaoyang said.

"Yeah." Lao Mo nodded. He believed everything Zhang Yaoyang said to him.

Zhang Yaoyang took out a bag from the trunk, which contained a set of girl's clothes and shoes.

"Shu Ting helped me choose it, just say you bought it."

Zhang Yaoyang handed the bag to Lao Mo.

Lao Mo took out the clothes.

It was a white skirt and a pair of ladies' shoes.

In addition, there was a measuring tape.

The skirt was beautiful and the shoes were exquisite.

Lao Mo thought about how his daughter would look in the new skirt and shoes.

She must be the most beautiful princess in the world.

Thinking of this, Lao Mo smiled.

Zhang Yaoyang looked at Lao Mo's reaction, patted Lao Mo on the shoulder and said, "If you don't know how to buy clothes and shoes in the future, measure the size and I'll let Shu Ting buy it for you."

"Yeah." Lao Mo carefully put away the skirt and shoes.

"Okay, I'm going back. Remember to bring Huang Yao to dinner on the weekend."

After Zhang Yaoyang finished speaking, he drove away, and Lao Mo also returned to the van and went back humming a song.

…

A few days later, Lin Guodong and others were released.

They looked depressed, like defeated roosters, and they were all dejected.

“I told you it was useless,” said a worker.

Although the others did not speak, they all agreed with this view.

There were posters and banners at the entrance of the municipal government, including sit-in petitions.

What was the result?

Except for being taken back to the Public Security Bureau by the police for tea, there was no other movement.

“Old Lin, what do you think we should do next?”

At this time, another middle-aged worker asked Lin Guodong.

Lin Guodong said without thinking, “If the city doesn’t care, we will go to the province.”

“You really want to go to the province to make trouble.”

“It takes most of the day to go back and forth to the province, and it costs a lot of money.”

“Or just accept your fate and stop making trouble with them.”

Some workers began to back off.

Forced demolition, arrest, sit-in, arrest.

Continuous setbacks made them discouraged.

Protests not only cost time and energy, but also money.

It is better to stop the loss in time.

"Don't force them if they don't want to go."

Lin Guodong did not persuade them, in fact, he was not sure.

But this was the only thing he could do.

"I'll go with you!"

"Lao Lin, I'll go too."

At this time, some workers expressed their opinions.

They were the worst group, their houses were "occupied", and their names were not on the compensation list.

So, they were willing to ask for justice from Lin Guodong.

"Okay, then let's go back and pack our clothes and go to the province tomorrow morning."

After Lin Guodong finished speaking, he walked home with his fellow workers.

Save as much as you can, even if it's the money for taking the bus.

...

After returning home, Lin Guodong asked Zhao Lan to help him pack his luggage, while he went to the balcony to make a phone call.

Lin Guodong dialed Zhang Yaoyang's number.

After a few seconds, Zhang Yaoyang's phone was connected.

Lin Guodong said: "Mr. Zhang, sorry to bother you."

Zhang Yaoyang's voice came from the phone: "Old Lin, is there something wrong?"

Lin Guodong answered truthfully: "To be honest, I was just released today and will go to the provincial capital tomorrow morning. But I am worried about the same as Jinghai."

Zhang Yaoyang asked: "You want to ask me what to do to attract attention, right?"

"Yes." Lin Guodong replied.

Zhang Yaoyang was silent for a while and said: "I have a suggestion for your reference."

Lin Guodong did not answer, he listened quietly.

Zhang Yaoyang said: "You have to make a big enough noise to attract the attention of public opinion, so you must make a big noise in the process of petitioning."

"Big noise?" Lin Guodong murmured to himself.

Zhang Yaoyang said: "Yes, you must alarm the top leader and let him pay enough attention."

"I understand."

Lin Guodong ended the call.

...

The next day, Lin Guodong and others

They went to the provincial capital early in the morning.

Lin Guodong and others arrived at the gate of the provincial government. Like last time, they immediately posted big-character posters and put up banners.

However, this time, Lin Guodong prepared something else.

Lin Guodong took out a gasoline barrel from his bag.

Zhang Yaoyang told him that he had to make a big enough noise to attract the attention of the top leader.

How to make a big noise?

Lin Guodong thought for a long time before he came up with the idea of ​​"suicide" to attract attention.

If the top leader of the province was unwilling to stand up for them, then they would be more extreme and force him to take action.

"Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing?"

The guard of the provincial government immediately stepped forward to stop them, but he couldn't stop them at all.

Lin Guodong and others poured gasoline on themselves.

The smell of gasoline made the guard dare not approach.

In panic, the guard immediately went to the guard room to contact the leader.

Seeing the guard leave, Lin Guodong and his co-workers sat down cross-legged, with a lighter beside him.

If the police used a spray gun to drive them away again, he would use a lighter to force them back.

The commotion at the gate of the provincial government attracted a large number of onlookers again.

The police station in the provincial capital was also dispatched immediately.

A large number of reporters rushed to the scene like flies smelling blood.

Since gasoline was poured on Lin Guodong and others, the police did not dare to act rashly.

They did not dare to gamble at all.

If they really used a lighter to light the fire, the news would spread through the Internet, and the consequences would be disastrous.

"Director, these people came from Jinghai and want to see the top leader."

At this time, Captain Xu of the police team reported to Deputy Director Wang Yu in the provincial capital.

"What do they want?" Wang Yu asked with a frown.

"Their homes were demolished, but the compensation was very low and did not meet the normal standards. Some people did not get compensation at all..."

Captain Xu handed the petition to Wang Yu.

After reading it, Wang Yu frowned and asked, "The leader is in a meeting. It's not good to disturb him at this time. Moreover, if we compromise, we will have to deal with the same thing every day in the future."

Captain Xu was silent.

Wang Yu said, "Steady them first and don't let them do anything extreme."

"Yes." Captain Xu nodded and sent a female police officer to negotiate.

Women are more friendly than men and should be able to delay time.

However, when the female police officer went to negotiate, Lin Guodong and others became emotional, and their fingers were pressed on the lighter, ready to light at any time.