"You know nothing!" This time it was Fatty Wei's turn to fight back. He rolled his eyes and said with a hint of disdain: "This is my own psychological adjustment method to make myself calmer when things happen.
Tutors are generally knowledgeable."
Hearing this, Zhang Jian was about to have a fit, but Captain He, who was leading the team, interrupted the exchange between the two: "Get up, get your luggage, and get in the car!"
It turned out that it was already time to wait for the train, and a mechanical announcement sounded in the hall: "The xxxx train bound for Jiangcheng City has entered the station. Please go to the A16 entrance to check in and board the train -"
After entering the carriage and putting down the luggage, some people were playing with their mobile phones, while others were blowing water and chatting. The carriage was noisy like a vegetable market.
Fatty Wei sat across from Li Zheng and started to strike up a conversation with the people next to him, still looking familiar.
"Knowing each other, my name is Wei Guoxing, from Yinhe Village in the Development Zone."
"From now on, we will be comrades-in-arms. Please take care of each other and help each other."
Zhang Jian quietly came to Li Zheng's side, put away his luggage and took the initiative to sit next to him. Then he glanced sideways at Li Zheng and said, "Li Zheng, there is no need for us to introduce each other, right?"
Li Zheng did not expect that Zhang Jian would take the initiative to say hello. He felt that this person was difficult to deal with, so he never took the initiative to chat.
Now that Zhang Jian is taking the initiative to strike up a conversation, it would appear that he is rude if he doesn't answer.
So he nodded and smiled: "You are Xiaoqian's neighbor, Zhang Jian. I didn't expect you to join the army."
Zhang Jian, who was fine just now, suddenly snorted coldly, looked at Li Zheng with a half-smile and said, "What? If you can come, I can't come?"
Okay, let’s talk to death again today.
Li Zheng was not really familiar with Zhang Jian, but it seemed that Zhang Jian was not friendly to him.
However, if you think about it carefully, you will feel relieved.
Xiaoqian said that this guy's father is the chief of staff, so he is naturally a little arrogant, especially when it comes to being a soldier, so it is normal for him to look down on her.
He didn't intend to chat with Zhang Jian here like Fatty Wei, so he simply stopped talking to Zhang Jian and turned to look out the window.
When a recruit heard that Fatty Wei introduced himself as a native of Yinhe Village, he asked him enthusiastically: "Hey, Fatty, has there been any big news in your wealthy village recently?"
In Donghai City, Yinhe Village in the development zone is known as the rich village. It is located in the newly planned CBD business district of Donghai City. Land is very valuable. The developer expropriated a large area of land there the year before last. The demolition compensation is very generous.
Compensation money and resettlement housing, ranging from a few units to dozens of units.
When the land was formally signed and handed over last year, the village held a grand banquet and held a grand ceremony. The long table was filled with bundles of cash. The bank security guards stood with guns on the left and right like door gods. The villagers only had to sign the expropriation contract.
It was really eye-catching to carry away a large package in a red, white and blue plastic bag.
This incident made headlines that day and shocked the whole city.
According to the latest valuation, many villagers in Yinhe Village with more land were allocated relocation houses worth over 100 million yuan. A small goal was fulfilled overnight. From then on, all the men in Yinhe Village became a hot commodity, and they were introduced to each other by marriage.
The target’s threshold has been leveled.
The reason why Ma Teng was curious was because it was rare for villagers from rich villages to serve as soldiers, so he just asked unnecessary questions because he had nothing to say.
This was originally a very simple question, but Fatty Wei seemed a little nervous: "What's the big news?"
The recruit who inquired about the gossip had a horse face, his surname was Ma, and his last name was Teng, which was only one character different from a certain rich man.
Ma Teng said: "I heard that there was an inside story about the Dragon Boat International Invitational Tournament in your village, and it was exposed that it was faked to buy the championship. Is this true?"
Donghai City has a local tradition of dragon boat racing in summer. Every year, the dragon boat teams in each village organize a friendly competition, which has become a local tradition.
In recent years, the land in the village has been expropriated, and the villagers have turned into rich people after washing their feet and going to the fields. They have a lot of money in their pockets. If they have money, they have to find something to do, otherwise they will get sick in their spare time.
So this year, Yinhe Village took the lead in raising funds to organize the "International Dragon Boat Invitational Tournament" with a very impressive name. It invited more than a dozen dragon boat teams from home and abroad to participate in the grand event. The event was grand and luxurious, and it really made a splash.
Ma Teng asked casually, but he didn't expect that there were many people in the carriage who knew about this, and they all participated in the conversation enthusiastically.
"Yes, Yinhe Village won the championship in this invitational competition. At that time, they also bragged about how strong they were, how long their history in dragon boat racing was, and how they were the first village in dragon boat racing. However, not long after the competition ended, those so-called
In fact, the foreign participating teams are not even professional dragon boat teams. They are foreign students recruited by the village chief's son with money from the university, or they randomly go to small Southeast Asian countries to hire some people to form a temporary team. Each team is given 500,000 yuan. In fact, the champion
It's like buying it with money, it's really embarrassing."
"How come I heard it's one million teams?"
"That's too exaggerated. With more than a dozen teams, wouldn't this cost more than 10 million?"
"More than ten million is nothing! People in Yinhe Village are not short of money! Which villager doesn't have a millionaire? If you use more than ten million, you can buy a championship for the village's dragon boat team. You can use it to brag and make your face look brighter."
"
"Poverty really limits my imagination..."
“I really don’t understand the world of rich people.”
"There is no use for rich people. The little money they get from demolition will be ruined sooner or later by having such an idiot son."
"That's right, I did this kind of thing of spending money and making fake money to put money in my face. I didn't expect that the ghost guy took the money and didn't keep his mouth shut. He said everything to the outside world. Now he is embarrassed and loses his fortune. No wonder people say that he can't be rich for more than three generations.
"
Li Zheng had also heard about the hot happenings in the city, but he didn't have as many gossips as others, so he only listened with his ears and didn't speak out to get involved.
Everyone scolded the prodigal rich man sourly, but no one noticed that Wei Guoxing's face was constantly changing, from green to white, from white to red, and finally turned into the color of a rotten apple...
When he arrived, after laughing at the silly son of the village chief's family with everyone, Ma Teng finally remembered Fatty Wei, a villager from Yinhe Village who was sitting next to him, and put his hand on Fatty Wei's shoulder with a smile.
He asked with great interest and gossip: "Guoxing, is this true?"
Fatty Wei swallowed hard in front of everyone, but did not answer immediately.
Ma Teng asked relentlessly: "Tell me, is this true?"
Wei Guoxing frowned as if he had swallowed shit and said, "Yes."
Ma Teng was recognized by Wei Guoxing, a villager in Yinhe Village, and said with a smile on his face: "I told you that this happened!"
Then he asked Wei Guoxing, still unfinished, "Should each team be given 500,000 yuan or 1 million?!"
Fatty Wei's sesame eyes blinked: "It's all wrong."
Ma Teng asked: "How much is that?"
Fatty Wei said nothing.
Li Zheng said: "That's pretty much it. Why should we care so little about the affairs of other people's villages?"
He felt that Fatty Wei was very embarrassed. This was a scandal in their village, and now he had become a joke on the streets of Donghai City. No one was happy.
Ma Teng was probably reincarnated as a paparazzi in his previous life. He reached out to shake Fatty Wei's shoulder and asked, "How much is it? Tell me and listen!"
Fatty Wei helplessly stretched out a palm, spread out the five fingers and shook it, then took it back, leaving only one index finger, and shook it again, then opened the palm again, raised five fingers, and shook it for the third time like before.
Shake.
Everyone was stunned.
"How much is it!?"
"160,000?"
"510,000?"
"It should be 600,000."
Ma Teng became impatient and asked Fatty Wei: "How much is it?"
Fatty Wei said: "650,000."
Regarding this price, everyone naturally discussed it one after another.
Finally, Ma Teng finally remembered a key thing.
He asked Fatty Wei: "By the way, how do you know so clearly? Did the village chief's son tell you?"
Fatty Wei's face changed color again.
Finally, he answered.
"This is our village's business... Who doesn't know what's going on in their own village..."
"Ha ha ha ha!"
After receiving Wei Guoxing's confirmation, Ma Teng almost became paralyzed with laughter.
Li Zheng, who was sitting across from him, noticed that Wei Guoxing's expression changed again, like a piece of pig liver that had been left out for several days and had begun to rot.