"That's right, if you sign now, you can still get two hundred thousand yuan for one room! If you are greedy, you will get nothing!"
These shouting people are staff of the Housing and Housing Department.
And these staff members were all diligently surrounding a middle-aged man in his fifties.
This middle-aged man was surrounded by more than a dozen bodyguards.
The bodyguards are all strong and capable of fighting.
When Lin Guoliang saw Xu Changsheng coming, he hurriedly came over and whispered: "Old Xu, this middle-aged man's name is Fang Xian. He is from the Fang family in the provincial capital. The project of transforming the village in the city into a trade city was won by the Fang family and the official
It was jointly developed and demolition started today.”
"Fang Xian?" Xu Changsheng pondered.
Listening to this name, it seems that it has a close relationship with the Fang family named Fang Liang.
Because Fang Liang was shot dead by Jiang Sinian, and due to Jiang Yuhan's mediation, Fang Liang's death was suppressed.
So the Fang family sent Fang Xian to handle the urban village project again?
"Masters... I have never had any children in my life, and this is the only house I have."
At this time, an old lady knelt in front of her house and cried to the staff: "Even when there was no demolition, some people still wanted to spend 300,000 yuan to buy my house. Why did it have to be demolished, but only 200,000 yuan?"
Wan?"
"Old woman, if I take these two hundred thousand, where will I live? How will I live in the future?"
"Please, gentlemen, have mercy!"
The old lady kowtowed to the staff with disheveled hair.
These people laughed one after another, finding it funny that the old lady was crying her heart out.
Some even flicked cigarette ashes onto the old lady's head.
“Everyone is slowly starting to be willing to sign!”
"You're the only one who's special? Old lady, don't rely on your old age to show off!"
"Yes, if we set this precedent for you, you won't be able to do any subsequent work!"
"Get away quickly, or the excavator will shovel it directly on your head!"
The old lady was so desperate that she knelt down in front of Fang Xian and kowtowed: "Master, you must be the one to talk to me, please!"
"I'm old and can't work anymore!"
"At least let me, old lady, have food to eat and a place to live for the rest of my life!"
Some villagers couldn't bear to look directly at it and sighed.
In fact, all the staff of the Housing and Housing Department have become like this, and there is no room for change in the demolition matter.
Some villagers have already signed.
Although I was very unhappy, I had no choice but to obey this vampire-like demolition compensation price.
When the residents of the original urban village learned that the trade city was to be demolished and renovated, they were excited.
I think the price of land can increase several times.
At least the original price of a house was around 200,000 yuan. Once it is demolished, you will definitely receive 1 million or even 2 million in compensation.
Unexpectedly, when demolition started, the price dropped even lower.
A place costs 200,000, no negotiation allowed!
Too domineering and arrogant!
But what do these villagers dare to do?
Just now, a fat man named Lin Jinzhou protested, but he was beaten to death by the staff and the bodyguard of the boss, and his legs were broken.
What's the point of the old lady crying and begging like this?
Fang Xian kicked the old woman away and said impatiently: "Director Zheng, just press this old guy's hand and sign the signature. Give her two hundred thousand."
The leader of these workers is Zheng Zexi, a middle-aged man with a big belly.
"Yes, Mr. Fang!" Zheng Zexi responded.
"No! Please, please!"
The old lady was roughly escorted to the table to sign by several people. She almost died crying: "You are doing evil! You are doing evil!"