Zhang Zhiyuan was sleeping soundly, but the phone started shouting without restraint, disturbing his erotic dream.
"Damn it, who called the funeral so early in the morning!" Zhang Zhiyuan cursed.
In the past, he would never answer the phone, but things are different now. His demolition company has just been established and he is working these days. Maybe there is something wrong with the company.
Pushing away the woman pressing on his arm, Zhang Zhiyuan answered the phone, and heard the voice of his subordinate Fatty Sang from the other side.
"Brother Zhiyuan, we can't do this job anymore. There is an old lady lying under the wheel of the forklift, refusing to move. She is already over 80 years old, and we don't dare to pull her, for fear of pulling her too hard.
It's broken! What do you think we should do?" Fatty Sang said angrily.
"Damn it, you are all a bunch of losers, you can't even handle an eighty-year-old lady?" Zhang Zhiyuan said angrily, "You usually use up all your strength on women!"
"Brother Zhiyuan, you haven't seen how rogue they are, we really don't dare to take action." Fatty Sang said in frustration.
"Okay, watch the scene, I'll be there right away!" Zhang Zhiyuan hung up the phone with a curse, and muttered in an unclean manner, "What a waste, I have to step in for everything, so why should you wastes
what!"
Despite the scolding, Zhang Zhiyuan hurriedly washed his face and walked straight to the demolition site.
Relying on Tong Zhaokun's words, Zhang Zhiyuan subcontracted part of the land allocated by Yulon Construction Company. He was fully responsible for the demolition here, and all residents must be moved out within a month. Yulon Company gave him a general
As for the amount of compensation, as for how much money Zhang Zhiyuan can earn, it depends on whether his heart is enough and whether the gangster is ruthless enough.
Demolition is a fat job, and there are a lot of tricks in it.
For example, there are 100 households in this place, and the total compensation amount is 1 million per household. Yulon Company first deducted 200,000, and left 800,000 in Zhang Zhiyuan's hands.
If Zhang Zhiyuan has the ability to ask residents to move out with only 500,000 yuan, then he will make a net profit of 300,000 yuan. But if he is not strong enough and has to pay 800,000 yuan to move people away, then it is all in vain. If he encounters some
A high-profile household may lose money!
Zhang Zhiyuan wanted to make money instead of losing money, so when he arrived he looked extremely vicious and wanted to devour everyone who stood in the way of making money!
But when he saw the scene at the scene, he finally understood why Fatty Sang didn't dare to move.
A scrawny old lady with wrinkles on her face, who looked as if she would fall apart if the wind blew her, was lying under the huge wheel of the forklift, motionless and panting heavily. As she panted, she pulled her neck and shouted: "One penny less."
I can’t even get up!”
"Brother Zhiyuan, you're finally here." Fatty Sang was so anxious that he broke into sweat. When he saw Zhang Zhiyuan appeared, he breathed a sigh of relief, "It's this old lady, what do you think we should do?"
Zhang Zhiyuan stared blankly, grabbed a few handfuls of hair and cursed: "Damn it, I don't know what to do!"
He walked around to the forklift, squatted down and said, "I said the old lady..."
"Bah..." She spat on his face. The old lady didn't give Zhang Zhiyuan a chance to speak at all. She burst into tears and said, "Crush me to death! If you have the guts, crush me to death! I won't get up anyway."
!”
"Holy shit!" Zhang Zhiyuan jumped up angrily. He really couldn't communicate with the old lady.
"Brother Zhiyuan, wipe it..." Fatty Sang came over and handed over a tissue.
Zhang Zhiyuan wiped the saliva from his face and then saw a lot of people gathered nearby, all pointing here, and couldn't help but asked angrily: "Who are all those people over there?"
"They are all nearby neighbors, waiting to see our excitement." Fatty Sang said, "Several families had signed the agreement, but seeing this old lady making a big fuss, they all started to wait and see. If we give in, I'm afraid
Even they will also follow suit."
"That's not possible!" Zhang Zhiyuan's eyes widened.
He walked around in front of the forklift twice more, looked at the bungalow dozens of meters away, and suddenly laughed ferociously.
"Okay, don't you move? Let's see how long you can lie down!" Zhang Zhiyuan yelled at Fatty Sang behind him, "What the hell are you doing standing still? Can't you demolish the house without a forklift? Go get the pickaxe and
Hammer, we don’t need cars but people!”
Fatty Sang was stunned and hurriedly called out: "Did you all hear that? Go get the pickaxe and the hammer!"
But the workers all stood still. You looked at me, I looked at you, obviously a little scared.
"Trash!" Zhang Zhiyuan cursed, "Fat Sang, call the code person!"
Twenty minutes later, several taxis came quickly, and as soon as they stopped, a group of people rushed out, each carrying a brand new pickaxe and hammer in their hands.
"Brother Zhiyuan, we are here!" This group of people were all in a careless manner. At first glance, they were not workers but gangsters.
"Brothers, do it for me. I'll smash everything I can!" Zhang Zhiyuan grabbed a hammer and rushed over first. He hit the door with the hammer and smashed the wooden door with a "bang" sound.
Big hole.
With Zhang Zhiyuan taking the lead, the gangsters rushed over one by one. Some were digging at the fence, and some smashed the glass to pieces.
"What are you doing!" The old lady was anxious and tried hard to get up. Unfortunately, she was too old and had bad legs and feet, so she couldn't get up for a long time.
Zhang Zhiyuan didn't bother to pay attention to the old lady. He took the lead and smashed the door open with a hammer. He waved his hand and said, "Smash everything inside!"
A group of gangsters burst into laughter and swarmed in. They saw a middle-aged man standing in the middle of the house with a kitchen knife in his hand, trembling all over.
"What are you doing?" the middle-aged man shouted, "Mom, are you okay?"
"Get out!" Someone kicked up and kicked the middle-aged man to the ground. With a swing of the pickaxe, he smashed the TV on the wall to pieces!
Without saying a word, the others also started smashing things, whether it was household appliances or furniture, anything that could be smashed was smashed.
The middle-aged man lay on the ground and cried a few times at first. When he saw that everything was almost smashed, he shouted: "I want to call the police, I want to call 110!"
"Hit your mother!" Zhang Zhiyuan kicked him down, "I'm doing demolition, not robbery. Don't worry, I will pay you the original price if I smash your things, but you can't live in this house anymore, so hurry up and understand.
Move out!"
Before the middle-aged man could speak, a rapid alarm bell suddenly sounded outside.
"Someone really called the police?" A group of gangsters stopped and looked at each other.
"Don't be afraid!" Zhang Zhiyuan said nonchalantly, "You continue to smash, I will deal with it."
When Zhang Zhiyuan walked out, Fatty Sang saw that all the gangsters were still stunned and said dissatisfied: "What are you doing standing still? Don't worry, there is someone above Brother Zhiyuan!"
Zhang Zhiyuan walked out with a cigarette in his mouth and saw three or four police cars parked at the door. He couldn't help being slightly startled and secretly muttering in his heart: What a big deal. As for dispatching so many police officers?
After thinking about it, he took out his mobile phone and dialed a number, but the message "The number you dialed has been turned off" came from the receiver.
"Damn, I usually collect money very happily, but when I need you, I turn off my phone!" Zhang Zhiyuan was a little annoyed.
At this time, many policemen had gotten out of the police car, at least a dozen of them. When he saw them striding over, Zhang Zhiyuan felt that something was wrong.
"Police officers, we are from Yulon Company, and we are demolishing here. I think you must have received the alarm. It is definitely a misunderstanding!" Zhang Zhiyuan hurriedly smiled and said.
Unexpectedly, the two policemen who were walking towards him reached out their hands at the same time, and one of them grabbed one of his arms. Before Zhang Zhiyuan could react, a sharp pain came and he was already pinned down.
"Hey, what are you doing!" Zhang Zhiyuan said angrily, "Why are you arresting me! I already told you that this is a misunderstanding, this is just a demolition dispute!"
"Is your name Zhang Zhiyuan?" a policeman asked coldly.
"Ah! How did you know?" Zhang Zhiyuan was stunned.
"That's right." The policeman sneered, "It's been verified that it's Zhang Zhiyuan."
"Okay, arrest all the people inside and don't let anyone escape." Another person said.
The police swarmed in, but in just a moment, the extremely arrogant gangsters walked out one by one with handcuffs and bruises on their noses and faces, and then lined up in a row and squatted in front of the police car. They were in such a state of embarrassment.
"Officer, there is a misunderstanding, it must be a misunderstanding!" Zhang Zhiyuan squatted on the ground and said with a sad face, "We are not destroying the house, we are demolishing it."
Before he finished speaking, a black figure suddenly came over tremblingly, swung a wooden cane and hit him on the head. While beating him back, he cursed: "I told you to demolish my house, I told you to smash my things, I told you
No respect for the elderly!”
It was the old lady just now. Despite her age, she was quite strong. The wooden crutches hit Zhang Zhiyuan like raindrops on his body, making him cry for father and mother.
"Officer, this old lady is crazy, please take care of her quickly!" Zhang Zhiyuan was in severe pain from the beating and could not fight back, so he could only cry out for help.
But a few police officers just stood aside and watched the fun, letting the old lady beat Zhang Zhiyuan without any intention of taking care of it.
The old lady knocked Zhang Zhiyuan dozens of times until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen before he finally breathed heavily. Only then did several policemen come over, pick up Zhang Zhiyuan and throw him into the police car.
"The old lady hit someone, I want to sue her." Zhang Zhiyuan slumped in the police car like a dead dog, still muttering, "We are a serious demolition company, you have arrested the wrong person... My uncle is the district governor of Tiebei District
Commander, you must have arrested the wrong person!"
He muttered all the way to the police station and was sent directly to the temporary detention center without any interrogation.
There are already about ten people detained in the temporary detention center, divided into two distinct groups. On one side is a tough guy with tattoos all over his body, and on the other side is a sissy with oily hair and pink face, who speaks softly. They were all temporarily transferred from other detention centers.
Every time I came, I received a few words of care, more or less.
"Crash..." The iron door opened and Zhang Zhiyuan was dragged in and thrown to the ground.
Then a policeman said meaningfully: "You can play whatever you want... just don't play to death."
When the iron door closed, the eyes of the tough guy and the sissy all lit up. After a moment of hesitation, the sissy still said: "Let us do it first, otherwise after being broken by you, it won't be so tight when we play again!"
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"Whatever you want..." The group of fierce men turned their heads in fear, and a moment later they heard a scream!
