Seeing the surprise on Xiaoxue's face, Liu Ziguang reacted quickly: "It's okay, your dad told me what will happen after you go to college. Let me go to school to see you when I have time... com"
Wen Xue was such a smart girl, so she didn't say anything. She silently picked up the plastic bag that fell on the ground and went into the kitchen. In a short time, she brought out some cooked vegetables, opened two bottles of beer, put on two glass cups, and then
Then he walked into his room.
The atmosphere was a little awkward. Liu Ziguang changed the subject and asked: "Brother Wen, just now you said that you would save it for Xiaoxue's tuition when the compensation is paid. Does it mean that the demolition compensation has not been paid off yet?"
Lao Wen said: "Yes, I only paid 70%, and I don't know when the rest will come."
Liu Ziguang frowned and said: "The board of directors decided to pay it all in one lump sum. Why did the policy change?"
Lao Wen said: "We don't know. We all believed in you and were the first to sign the agreement to move. I heard that people in the backstreets couldn't get full compensation and started making trouble again. There are also those front houses in the night market.
The owners are all united and unwilling to move."
An uneasy feeling came to his mind, and Liu Ziguang suddenly remembered that he had not contacted Li Wan for a long time. These days, he was either busy in Yezhuyu or buying an airplane. He had no time to ask about the demolition of his family, so he didn't even know the situation.
No more control.
According to Li Wan's personality, what he promised will never be changed easily. Unless there is a big gap in funds, or there are strong external factors involved, it is possible to delay the payment of compensation to the demolished households. The failure of the large-scale development is still in sight.
, who dares to make himself uncomfortable at this juncture?
"Brother Lao Wen, I have to leave beforehand. You drink slowly." Liu Ziguang stood up to leave, but Lao Wen tried to persuade him: "The rice is stewed. Let's eat before we leave."
"It's really not possible. I have to quickly implement the compensation for demolition. This matter is urgent. Let's do this. Next time, I will bring you wine to drink with you." Liu Ziguang drank the beer in the glass in front of him in one gulp.
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Seeing that he was determined to leave, Lao Wen shouted: "Xiaoxue, go see your Uncle Liu off."
The door to the inner room opened, Xiaoxue came out, and calmly sent Liu Ziguang downstairs. When he got on the motorcycle, the hesitant girl finally summoned up the courage to ask: "Is my dad getting sick again?"
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Almost in the blink of an eye, Liu Ziguang decided to tell a lie: "He is fine. He is just worried about what will happen after you go to college. He is afraid that you will be bullied by bad people, so he asked his uncle to take care of you."
Xiaoxue tilted her head and looked at Liu Ziguang: "Really?"
"Really." Liu Ziguang said firmly, but there was a trace of sadness in his heart. Lao Wen's body bones were too weak, and the kidney transplant surgery was even more damaging to his vitality. Maybe it was true as he said, his life was not long, but Xiaoxue was about to face the college entrance examination.
In front of him, he could only hide the truth.
"Well, I believe you." Xiaoxue said, and actually jumped into the sidecar of the Yangtze 750 and said, "I'll give it to you."
Liu Ziguang smiled bitterly. It's not like he didn't know the way, so he asked her to send him away. Would he have to send her back later?
"Xiaoxue, go upstairs and accompany your father. Uncle doesn't need you to see him off."
Xiaoxue shook her head: "Yes, I will take you to a place. I believe you will be interested."
"Okay, you lead the way."
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Five minutes later, the Yangtze River 750 stopped on a night market street. This is the northern area of Gaotupo, closest to the city center. There are a series of facade houses along the street. The residential buildings are also the kind of local people who lived here before liberation.
Most of the aborigines built two or three floors, which are very large and difficult to demolish.
The courtyard where Liu Ziguang lives has been vacated, but there are still people living in the facade facing the street. Although the road has been blocked and the water and electricity have been cut off, the words "Business as usual" are written on the wall, and the shop can be vaguely seen.
There are a dazzling array of things on the shelves, and someone is sitting at the door with a wary look on his face. There is also a white banner hanging on the door frame, with the words "Defend our homeland to the death" written in eye-catching black letters.
There are at least four or five such storefronts on one street that are still open for business, and of course many of them have been vacated. There are iron locks on the doors, and a sign of "Zhicheng Group Relocation Headquarters" is hung on the door of a two-story building.
A man wearing a hard hat and camouflage uniform was squatting at the door smoking a cigarette, with a rubber stick hanging from his waist. If you look closely, you can see that there seems to be a Red Star security guard's shield armband hanging on his right arm.
"Xiaoxue, this is what you want me to see?" Liu Ziguang suddenly realized. The girl reminded herself very implicitly that Zhicheng Group and Dakai Development were just laughing at the same time.
"Well, uncle, please do your business. I'm going back." Xiaoxue got out of the sidecar, straightened her clothes and went home.
Liu Ziguang parked his motorcycle on the side of the road, took off his sunglasses and walked over. When several security guards saw someone coming, they stood up vigilantly and stretched out their hands to stop him: "What do you do? You are not allowed to enter the demolition area."
Liu Ziguang said: "What do I do? I also want to ask you what you do. Why don't I know you guys?"
The security guards saw that he was speaking loudly, so they turned around and shouted: "Manager, someone is here to cause trouble."
As soon as he finished speaking, a man came out of the room. He was tall, with thick eyebrows and big eyes. Under his tight black T-shirt were bulging tendons. There seemed to be something familiar between his brows and eyes. He looked Liu Ziguang up and down with cold eyes.
He asked coldly: "Which unit are you from?"
Liu Ziguang said: "I am Liu Ziguang, which company do you belong to? Do you dare to wear the armband of my Red Star Company?"
The man said nothing, took out a pack of Hiltons from the butt pocket of his jeans, took out a lighter from the leather box on his belt, made a cool move and lit the cigarette with his little finger, took a deep puff and said:
"You are Liu Ziguang, and I am Yin Zhiqiang, the head of the demolition company."
No wonder his features looked familiar, he turned out to be Mr. Yin's younger brother, but judging from what he meant, he seemed to be very hostile to me. The security guards with red star armbands also stood behind Yin Zhiqiang with cold expressions, holding their arms and staring.
Looking at Liu Ziguang, one feels like facing a formidable enemy.
Liu Ziguang said: "I don't care whose brother you are, I give you one minute to ask your men to take off the red star armband for me."
Yin Zhiqiang sneered: "What if I don't agree?"
Liu Ziguang smiled kindly: "You will agree."
The two looked at each other, Yin Zhiqiang's eyes were wide with anger and his aura was threatening. Liu Ziguang was calm and calm, but he was not angry. Yin Zhiqiang persisted for half a minute and finally compromised: "Okay, I'll give you face. Brothers, take off your armbands."
Got it!"
The security guards all took off their red star armbands and handed them to Yin Zhiqiang. Yin Zhiqiang held the armbands in his hands and said contemptuously: "Take them."
Liu Ziguang reached out to pick it up, but Yin Zhiqiang deliberately let go and threw the armbands on the ground. Then a group of people looked at Liu Ziguang as if they were laughing.
"Please pick it up," Liu Ziguang said with a smile.
Yin Zhiqiang glanced at him contemptuously and said, "Who do you blame for not catching it yourself? I'm sorry, I can't bend my waist."
Liu Ziguang nodded, turned around without saying a word and was about to leave. Suddenly, he made a flying kick in the air and hit Yin Zhiqiang on the face. He flew up, hit his head on the wall, and lay down on his back.
"Mr. Yin, Mr. Yin!" His subordinates rushed over. Yin Zhiqiang had passed out, foaming at the mouth, and his hands and feet were twitching.
"You couldn't pick it up even if you wanted to." Liu Ziguang pulled up a chair and sat down, saying, "Who, pick up the armband for me and tell me what's going on."
The security guards were frightened by his ferocity, so they came over to pick up the armbands, respectfully placed them in front of Liu Ziguang, and said: "We are the newly established relocation department of the group, and we are also affiliated with Red Star Company. Mr. Yin is the director of the relocation department.
He also serves as the vice president of Red Star Company."
Liu Ziguang understood that someone was jealous of the company's performance and wanted to decentralize power. He said, "Do you know me?"
The security guards looked at each other and said hesitantly: "You are Brother Liu from Gaotupo."
Liu Ziguang nodded with satisfaction and said: "As long as you know me, I don't care who you are, but you must not hang up the Red Star sign without my consent. Do you understand?"
"Got it." The security guards kept saying, Liu Ziguang stood up and said: "Call 120 and send this kid to the hospital quickly. It won't be good if he is left disabled."
After leaving the relocation area, Liu Ziguang drove his motorcycle straight to the headquarters of Zhicheng Group. When he got downstairs, he parked the Yangtze River 750 casually on the side of the road and went straight upstairs to find Mr. Li.
It was noon, the company's lunch time. The employees either went out to eat or ordered lunch boxes. The two girls at the front desk were whispering something mysteriously. When they saw Liu Ziguang coming in, they hurriedly stood up and said, "Hello, Mr. Liu."
Liu Ziguang said: "What are we talking about? We are so happy."
The girl at the front desk covered her mouth and said with a smile: "We are talking about romantic stories in the company."
Liu Ziguang wondered: "How to say?"
“Do you see any difference in our office?”
Liu Ziguang turned around and looked. There was a large bouquet of flowers on the front desk, which was fragrant. Looking back at the large office, there were flowers everywhere, and the whole company seemed to have become a sea of flowers.
"Three large bouquets of flowers every day are not romantic, hehe." The two girls covered their mouths and chuckled, as if they were full of gossip.
"Where did Mr. Li go?" Liu Ziguang asked, changing the subject.
"Have dinner with clients in the western restaurant downstairs."
Liu Ziguang turned around and went downstairs to the C'estlavie Western Restaurant on the third floor of Regal Plaza. The waiter in a white dress politely opened the door for him. Liu Ziguang glanced around and found that Li Wan and Yin Zhijian were sitting by the window.
On the seat, with a glass in front of him, he was whispering something.
Liu Ziguang walked over with a smile and said: "Mr. Li, Mr. Yin, how are you?"
When Li Wan saw Liu Ziguang appear, there was an obvious look of surprise on his face: "You're here."
Yin Zhijian was even more enthusiastic: "Long time no see, Mr. Liu, waitress, order."
Liu Ziguang said: "You're welcome, I came here to ask why the demolition compensation is being delayed and why there are people I don't know wearing the Red Star Company's armband."
Yin Zhijian still had a smile on his face: "That's it. I am now fully responsible for the Linjiang CBD project. The relocation requires manpower, so I seconded some employees of the Red Star Company. Although the Red Star Company has independent accounting, it is the whole group after all.
It’s a legal person institution that invests a certain amount of capital. After all, it’s all for work, so I don’t think Mr. Liu will mind.”
Liu Ziguang said: "I don't mind, I still think of it as a fake, but you should be careful when choosing people. Not just anyone can wear the red star armband. Since you wear it, you must obey my orders. I won't do this today."
I've been held accountable, so be careful next time and don't put any random people in there."
This was said to Yin Zhijian, and he turned to Li Wan and said: "Mr. Li, the compensation has not been paid. I will see you again at work in the afternoon. I won't disturb your meal. Goodbye."
After saying that, he turned around and left, back to the office. Li Wan stood up and wanted to chase after him. Yin Zhijian pointed to the watch on his wrist and reminded: "President Sun will be here soon." Li Wan then sat down, brushed his hair, and calmed down.
With emotions.
Liu Ziguang went back upstairs and went straight to the small lounge next to the CEO's office. A group of little girls were eating box lunches. When he saw Liu Ziguang coming in, they immediately started making a fuss: "Hello, Mr. Liu, have you eaten yet? Mr. Liu, have you eaten?
Are you hungry?"
Liu Ziguang said: "I haven't eaten yet." As soon as he finished speaking, several lunch boxes were placed in front of him, as well as various beverage bottles, including milk, cola, juice, and mineral water. The little girls shouted excitedly: "Eat me."
Yes! Eat me!"
Xiao Jiang, who used to follow Mr. Li to Liu Ziguang's home, is now a senior assistant in the president's office. She pushed other people's lunch boxes aside, put her own lunch box in front of Liu Ziguang, and said with a blushing face: