"What's better! This is the effect we want," Xia Jian said, and sat down on the sofa opposite Murong Sisi.

Murong Sisi stopped working in panic, brewed a cup of tea for Xia Jian and brought it over. She said affectionately: "Mr. Xia, have you forgotten us here? See how long it took you to come?"

"I'm so busy. Now that I've opened so many projects, I have to ask about it in person in every place. You're doing well here, so I don't have to worry about it, so I've come a little less," Xia Jian took a sip of tea and said with a smile. What he said is indeed the truth.

When Mu Rong Sisi heard this, she raised her mouth and said coquettishly: "Nothing is wrong. Even if there is no farming company, you have to come and see me! Who told me to be your employee?" Seeing Mu Rong Sisi look a little like a child, he couldn't help laughing.

At this moment, Wang Huimin walked in. She glanced at Xia Jian and asked in a low voice: "Mr. Xia, what are you asking for me?"

Xia Jian patted the sofa and said, "Sit down and talk, don't be so restrained. Everyone is acquaintances, so there is no need to be too polite." Xia Jian said, signaling Murong Sisi. Murong Sisi immediately understood and walked out, and closed the office door.

In the space between the two, Wang Huimin gradually became bolder. She glanced at Xia Jian and asked softly: "Have you had a dry mouth recently? Is your mouth a little bitter when you wake up in the morning?"

"Haha! You are really a miracle doctor. I'm talking about this today," Xia Jian said, and then reached out to him.

Wang Huimin stretched out two fingers and pressed it on his wrist. After a while, Wang Huimin raised her hand. She smiled faintly and said, "The weather is getting colder, and your stomach is not comfortable and you will be cold in food, especially cold beer. Just remember it and I will be fine once you take Chinese medicine."

Xia Jian nodded, smiled slightly and said, "Sister Huimin! In addition to taking my pulse, I have another thing to ask you to give me some advice."

"Why are you doing so politely? If you have something to say, I will tell you what I know," Wang Huimin said with a smile. Xia Jian really respects this woman, she saved her life, otherwise he would not have the chance to sit here and talk.

Xia Jian thought for a while and then told Wang Huimin how Bai Ruyu's disease was, and how he treated it, he also told Wang Huimin without saying a word.

After listening to it, Wang Huimin thought for a long time. She sighed and said, "I have hardly experienced this disease. When my husband was alive, he didn't seem to talk about much, so I didn't have any impression of it. As for your treatment, I don't think there is any problem."

When Xia Jian heard Wang Huimin say this, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. It seemed that Bai Ruyu's illness was really helpless, and he couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

Wang Huimin looked at Xia Jian's depressed look and whispered: "Your friend's disease must be very painful, so you can use some massage techniques to relieve her pain and then apply acupuncture. Perhaps the effect will be more ideal, but to cure it, it depends on her luck."

After Wang Huimin finished speaking, she lowered her head and thought for a while, then she began to gesture on her chest. While she was calling the name of the acupoint, she massaged her high chest with her hands.

How courage does a woman need to massage the most sensitive part of her with her hands in front of a man? It seems that Wang Huimin does not regard Xia Jianzhen as an outsider.

Xia Jian held his breath and focused his whole body, without any distractions in his heart. He stared at Wang Huimin's technique and silently remembered the names of the acupoints she called out in her mouth.

In this way, Wang Huimin demonstrated about ten minutes, and Xia Jian had completely remembered it in his mind. Wang Huimin also breathed a sigh of relief. The process seemed simple, but in fact it was very laborious. Xia Jian had a deep understanding of this.

Next, the two exchanged their experiences about acupuncture and acupoint movements. Wang Huimin guided Xia Jian on some shortcomings, and the afternoon passed like this.

Mu Rong Sisi may have been impatient when she was outside. She knocked on the door and walked in, and said with a smile: "I'll take something and leave, you guys continue." She said this, but her eyes looked at Xia Jian and Wang Huimin. She didn't find anything wrong with these two people.

"No need Manager Mu Rong. After we have finished talking about it, I am willing to leave," Wang Minhui said, and stood up and prepared to walk out the door.

Xia Jian suddenly remembered something, and he smiled and said, "How is Hongyu's current situation? She should be happy! And if there are any problems in your life, even if you tell Manager Murong, I will definitely solve it for you after I return to Pingdu City."

Wang Huimin smiled slightly and said, "Everything is good now. I earn money in a month. I can't use it all at all, and I can save a little. But Hongyu hasn't seen you for a long time, so she always asks you here."

"Okay! I have the chance, and I will definitely come over to see you and let her study hard." Xia Jian said, standing up because his cell phone rang rapidly at this time.

Wang Huimin smiled happily and left tactfully.

"Hey! Mr. Guo! What's the matter? You said," Xia Jian asked briefly as soon as he answered the phone.

Guo Meili on the phone hurriedly said, "Mr. Xia, please come to the company. How many villagers have come and they call for you, which villagers were sitting quietly this morning."

When Xia Jian heard this, he immediately stood up, turned around and ran out the door. He knew that there was a turning point in this matter, and he could not miss this opportunity. Maybe from these villagers, he could figure out where the compensation went?

In the conference room, seven or eight honest villagers sat down, looking at the age of older people. As soon as Xia Jian entered, Guo Meili came over and said in a low voice: "These are all villagers in Bantan Village. The expressway just passed by their grain fields. I remember this village clearly, and it was compensated more than one million yuan in total, but they said that they did not see a penny."

Xia Jian nodded at Guo Meili, walked over and sat opposite the people. The person in the lead was about fifty years old, with a dark face and rough hands, and it was obvious that he was a farmer.

"Old man, I am the general manager here. Can you tell me why you want to block the highway intersection?" Xia Jian said in a gentle tone.

When these people heard that Xia Jian was the general manager, they didn't seem to believe it. Guo Meili came over and said with a smile: "He is always Mr. Xia Jian, the general manager of our Chuanglai Group. If you have anything, just tell him that he can help you and will never refuse."

"The boss of your group is so young? Why do I feel like you are a bit lying?" The old man in charge looked at Xia Jian and said in a very unfriendly tone.

"What do you call the old man?" Xia Jian asked softly.

"Old man, my surname is Qiu, and my family is the third one, so everyone calls me Qiu San, you can call me Qiu Lao San or Lao Qiu." When Qiu San said this, his two dark eyes were floating in his eyes, and it was obvious that he still didn't trust Xia Jian very much.

Xia Jian searched in his small bag for a while, found his work permit and handed it over. Qiu San took it over and saw it, and then there was a smile on his face. He smiled and said, "The old man is seriously ill, I hope he will forgive me. It turns out that you are really the boss of the entrepreneurial group."

Xia Jian smiled slightly and nodded and asked, "The compensation I have paid you has been paid long ago. Why are there so many people who have not received the payment? What is going on? Can you explain it in detail to us?"

"Hey! The expressway in our village originally did not pass by this time, but later due to the change of the route, it involved our Bantan Village. The villagers said that about 60 households had their land occupied. For some reason, some people got the money, but more than 30 households were left, but they didn't get a penny." Qiu San said this and breathed a long sigh.

Xia Jian signaled Guo Meili to record everything Qiu San said, and then asked: "Have you ever asked the village leader for this money?"

"I have been there many times in the village and the township. He has been pushing and hindering, saying that he has not yet compensated the money, and has been delaying it again and again, and it has been delayed until today," another old man said angrily.

Xia Jian nodded and said in a very heavy mood: "Dear men, my family also farms, so I know how important land is to you, but what I want to tell you is that our group was paid off as early as the New Year when the expressway was just started construction. There is no need to default on compensation for a penny."

"Ah!" When Qiu San and other old men heard Xia Jian say this, they couldn't help but exclaim.

Qiu San shivered and asked softly: "This boss, it seems that this matter has nothing to do with you. Do you need to worry about this matter?"

"The truth is indeed the case, but I don't think it's easy for everyone. I must take care of this matter, and I have to take care of it to the end," Xia Jian said in a very firm tone.

Qiu San's smile only then had a smile on his face, and he smiled and said, "This boss, Bodhisattva, I will thank you for the villagers who have not received the compensation in Bantan Village first."

"No need to thank you, but I will ask some questions next. You must answer me truthfully. You must not hide it at all." Xia Jian said seriously with a serious expression.

When these old men heard this, they shouted in unison: "Boss, ask! We will tell you everything we know."

"Is it your spontaneous way to block the highway intersection this time or is it someone organized?" Xia Jian asked in a low voice.

Qiu San thought for a while and said, "We really didn't think of this method. Someone came to organize everyone. Not only did our Bantan Village come, but other villages didn't get the money, so two or three hundred people gathered at once."

"Is there a bald fat man who organized you?" Xia Jian asked.

Qiu San smiled and said, "The boss has good eyesight, so he did it. His name is Jiang Sanping. He is a gangster in our village. He has more than ten brothers who are not doing their jobs. He said in the morning that he would have to bear it to the end, but in the afternoon, someone suddenly came. When he told him, he immediately disbanded everyone and said that he would be rude if he caused trouble again."
Chapter completed!