At this moment, a person walked out of the greenhouse. When the person saw Wang Lidong and Wan Youde, he hurriedly waved:
"Uncle Youde, Qinglai, your cherry tomatoes were sprayed with herbicides and all of them withered."
"What?"
Wang Youde hurriedly ran into the greenhouse, and Wang Lidong followed closely.
In the greenhouse, yesterday there were lush tomato vines, but now most of the leaves have turned yellow, and the ground is covered with small yellow flowers.
Wang Lidong stepped forward, pulled up a plant, brought it to his nose and smelled it. The smell of herbicide entered his nose.
"Which bastard didn't give birth to a son and didn't give me 20 acres of tomatoes?
(＠_＠;)
Wang Lidong walked to his father:
"Dad, have you forgotten that these twenty acres of land no longer belong to our family, so our family has no losses."
Wang Youde raised his head and glanced at his eldest son:
"Who said there was no loss!
I originally thought about going to Secretary Wan to beg for mercy in two days. If I let go of this old face, maybe we can get some help, and then we can get hundreds of thousands more. Now it's all over, it's all over...
....”
Damn it.
The old man hid it really well and never revealed it to anyone. He must have planned to keep the money for himself.
No wonder he signed the contract and urged himself to continue working on the twenty acres of land. He didn't think much about it at the time, and the money hadn't arrived yet.
As is the nature of Wan Chuanjia, something might happen during this period, so I continued to check in at the farm every day as usual.
I walked through all the greenhouses and found that most of them had been poisoned.
Wang Lidong took out his mobile phone and dialed 110.
"Hey, I want to call the police..."
Wang Youde, who was squatting aside and wailing, immediately stood up and grabbed him and said:
"Qing Lai, don't call the police. Tell the village later and the village will help deal with it."
Wang Lidong whispered in his father's ear:
"Dad, this matter was most likely done by someone from the Wan Chuan family. If we want the village to deal with it, what do you think the consequences will be?"
"Pass on?"
Wang Lidong nodded and continued to explain the situation to his mobile phone.
He knew why Wang Youde stopped him from calling the police.
When Wang Lidong got married last year, he called the police once. Later, Wanshantang specially called Wang Youde to his home and gave him a warning. He told his family not to forget the rules of Wanjiazhuang and that all major and minor matters should be handled in the village first.
After hanging up the phone, Wang Youde said anxiously:
"Is it really the heirloom's doing? Do you think our price is too high and you don't want to pay for our young crops?"
"Ninety percent of it was him who did it. After all, in Wanjiazhuang, he is the only one who has conflicts with our family.
As for the compensation, you can rest assured that my family will not miss a cent.
Yesterday, I was still thinking that with so much money, but it was done so smoothly, it could be that our old Wang family had something to do with things."
When Wang Youde heard what his eldest son said, he felt relieved and complained in a low voice:
"Perhaps you are the reason for all the trouble today."
Wang Lidong rolled his eyes. If he really had this ability, he wouldn't be happy to die.
Great prophecy is a top-notch skill in any power system.
When you are hungry, just open your mouth and what you want to eat will appear in front of you.
At night, let me say, I like big ones, so I have an extra one on the bed---Kim Kardashian
At this time, many villagers had gathered near the greenhouse. After seeing the situation inside the greenhouse, they gathered together in twos and threes to talk.
"Who did the Youde family offend? They were so ruthless. There were more than 20 acres of small tomatoes. I see that some of them have begun to bear fruit. Now they are all gone."
"It's so immoral. If there is a conflict, let's go to the village committee to resolve it. Take it out on someone else's food."
"These greenhouses are no longer owned by Youdejia. They were sold to Wanjia Group two days ago, so Youdejia has no losses."
"No, it's really going to be sold to Wanjia Group. That Youde just cried as if his parents were dead."
"???"
"Didi, didi."
A yellow jeep parked in front of the greenhouse.
Everyone present knew that the Wan Chuan family was coming when they saw the car. Those who were close to the car hurriedly took a few steps to the side.
I can't afford to offend this man.
After Wan Chuanjia got down from the cab, he waved to the nearest person:
"Why are there so many people? What happened?"
The man who was waved to took a few steps forward and cautiously replied:
"Brother Heirloom, Wang Qinglai's 20 acres of small tomatoes were sprayed with herbicides and the leaves turned yellow."
Wan Chuanjia immediately showed a curious expression, walked a few times to a large shed, looked inside, and laughed:
"Hahaha, it's really all dried up. So what's the loss for Youde Family this time...Eh, no, I remember that these twenty acres of small tomatoes now belong to Wanjia Group."
Then he turned around and said to the Wang family and his son:
"This is too coincidental.
Sooner or later, something will happen. As soon as we signed the contract, more than 20 acres of cherry tomatoes were sprayed."
"That's right. I wouldn't think so if Brother Heirloom didn't tell you. Now that I think about it, it's really a coincidence."
"Brother Heirloom, who is so bold as to dare to go to Wanjiazhuang..."
Wang Lidong looked at Wan Chuanjia and his four henchmen, performing so hard, and smiled disdainfully.
Don't even look in the mirror before coming, practice it again.
Even a fool can see the tricks of a few people.
As soon as Wan Chuan's car appeared just now, he was sure that this guy or his men were responsible for this mess.
In the words of Wan Chuanjia, there is no such thing as a coincidence.
Wan Chuanjia and the four doglegs performed for a while, but it felt a little awkward.
No one spoke up.
The melon-eating crowd around them all watched with great interest the five of them playing.
Wang Lidong, who was standing closest, had a joking look in his eyes, and Wan Chuanjia suddenly said angrily:
"Wang Qinglai, before our group has investigated clearly who deliberately poisoned these 20 acres of small tomatoes, our group will not give you the compensation for land acquisition."
Wang Youde, who was standing behind Wang Lidong, heard that the compensation was about to be paid, so he jumped out and explained:
"It's a family heirloom. Every wrong has its owner, and every debt has its owner. This herbicide was not sprayed by my family. We all signed a contract for compensation for land acquisition."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Gangzi, one of the henchmen of the Wan Heirloom family, stood up and said:
"Whoever you are, if you say it's not your family's spray, then it's not your family's spray.
I also think it was your son Qinglai who sprayed it. I have thought of the reason. Because the group did not allow you to harvest a crop of cherry tomatoes, Wang Qinglai held a grudge and sprayed herbicides in the middle of the night, killing twenty acres of tomatoes.
"
"Is what Gangzi said true or false?"
"It's so obvious, but you still can't understand? Let me tell you, the medicine in these 20 acres of greenhouses may be this person..."
The person who spoke licked his lips in the direction of Wan Chuanjia.
"Aren't these 20 acres of land already owned by Wanjia Group? What's the point of doing this?"
"The compensation will be paid after the investigation is complete, do you understand?"
Wang Youde came close to Wan Chuanjia and showed a flattering look:
"Heirloom, this medicine is definitely not sprayed by our family Qinglai. We originally planned to harvest a crop of small tomatoes..."
Wan Chuanjia saw Wang Youde's orange-skinned face and said with disgust:
"Wang Youde, these twenty acres of small tomatoes are worth more than 700,000 yuan. For such a huge loss, the group must investigate clearly, otherwise it will not be able to explain to all the villagers in Wanjiazhuang.
However, after all, you have been with my dad for decades. For my dad’s sake, I can’t be too unkind.
Otherwise, I just took a look and found that all the leaves of this small tomato have turned yellow and all the flowers have fallen off. This crop will definitely not bear fruit.
Calculated based on the crops that have just been sown, the compensation amount is 1/3 of the output value of a season.
Your family is expected to sell 720,000 yuan a season, if you get one-third...?"
Wan Chuanjia arrogantly asked the doglegs behind him:
"Hey, who of you is good at math, please help me calculate, how much is 1/3 of 720,000?"
"Brother Heirloom, it's 24."
"twenty four."
Wan Chuanjia said to Wang Youde:
"You heard it, 240,000, if you nod now, I will let the company's finances transfer this money to your account today.
You De, can you take care of you enough?"
When Wang Youde heard that only one-third was counted, his face turned into a bitter gourd.
"Heirloom, don't you plan to demolish this place in a few days? It doesn't make any difference whether you succeed or not. See if you can still stick to the contract..."
Wan Chuanjia said impatiently:
"Wang Youde, I've given you enough face. If you don't want 240,000, then just wait."
After saying that, he turned around and prepared to leave.
Anyway, the goal is achieved, the money is in your own hands, and you can play slowly in the future.
How could Wang Youde let Wan Chuanjia leave like this? He hurriedly stepped forward and took his arm and said:
Looking at Wang Youde, who was so helpless, like a pair of dog-skin plasters sticking to his body, Wan Chuanjia impatiently shook his hand.
Wang Youde was not able to stand firm.
"Snapped."
Here comes a dog chewing mud.
"Wan Chuanjia, I am."
Although Wang Lidong didn't have much favorable impressions of this arrogant father, he was still his own father in this body, so how could he allow others to bully him like this?
With a tap of his toes, he took a step forward and arrived behind Wan Chuanjia. He raised his foot and, quite coincidentally, kicked him on the anus.
"Ouch~~~!"
Wang Lidong glanced at Wan Chuanjia, who had fallen to the ground and was twitching in pain.
It's easier for him.
In ancient times, people named Wan in Wanjiazhuang could have dinner at Wanshantang's house tomorrow.
He hurriedly knelt down and looked at Wang Youde lying on the ground.
"Ouch... Ouch... Hiss, Qinglai, don't touch it, it hurts, it hurts..."
After checking it, I found that except for the big bulge on my forehead, there was nothing serious.
He put his hand down on his father who was about to get up, and whispered in his ear:
"Dad, do you want to make money? If so, just lie down and don't move."
Although Wang Youde didn't quite understand what his eldest son meant, when he thought of the word "making money", he lay down obediently.
"You pretend to be unconscious now, I will take you to the county hospital later, and you will wake up then.
When the doctor examines your body, he will ask you where you feel uncomfortable.
You must remember to mention: headache, dizziness, nausea, wanting to vomit, and of course it is best to vomit one or two mouthfuls.
Oh, by the way, remember you still have to pretend you don’t know me, as long as you remember my mother.
You pretend to know me, my little sister, Xingfu, but you don’t know me, do you understand?"
After Wang Youde nodded, he began to pretend to be faint.