Just when the ratings of "The King of Masked Singer" continued to be hot, and Li Qing was enjoying campus life painfully and happily, a piece of news came that forced Li Qing to temporarily end his short study career, and hurriedly asked for leave to go with him.
Liu Qin and others rushed back to the capital.∫∠∠∫
Just when he returned to the studio, he saw Ye Zhun sitting on the sofa in the office with a gloomy face, talking to Zhou Shu. After seeing Li Qing, Ye Zhun stood up, looking a little embarrassed.
Zhou Shu wanted to say something, but in the end he sighed and chose to give up.
Li Qing frowned and looked at Ye Zhun, wanting to scold him, but in the end he endured it and asked, "How's it going?"
Ye Zhun took out a document and handed it to Li Qing while saying guiltily: "Actually, it's nothing serious. It's just that the impact was very bad. It was captured by some news media. I'm negotiating to resolve the subsequent impact. Don't worry.
, I will arrange everything properly..."
Li Qing glanced at him, took the document, and asked: "I'm asking how the injured person is doing?"
"Everyone has been sent to the hospital and everything has been arranged. Don't worry, I won't do anything unscrupulous." Ye Zhun said.
Li Qing nodded, took a deep breath, sat down at his desk, opened the file and quickly started reading.
The more he looked, the tighter his brows furrowed.
This is a slightly clichéd story, but it is indeed common in the course of historical development.
Not long ago, Li Qing took a photo of an urban village on the Third Ring Road of Beijing in his own name at an auction house.
On the day the filming was successful, the government intervened heavily here.
After receiving the notice, the urban construction department was no longer as gentle as before, and began to use tough methods to expel the poor households staying in the urban villages one after another.
Of course, the compensation conditions in the demolition agreement are also considerable, either 200,000 yuan in resettlement fees, or an affordable house of about 80 square meters in the Fourth Ring Road of Beijing.
The relevant value is calculated based on the land area owned by the user. In principle, more will be refunded and less will be reimbursed.
It stands to reason that such compensation conditions, no matter where they are placed, are tenable and effectively safeguard the interests of the masses.
In the early days, the effect was immediate, with a large number of urban village residents signing agreements and leaving every day.
But a certain household named Ma Jun, after signing the resettlement agreement for the demolished households, suddenly regretted not long ago. On the day of the demolition, he was tied up with gasoline bottles and sat in his half-razed home as if he were dead.
Under the violent law enforcement by the relevant personnel of the urban construction department, Ma Jun also suddenly broke out. He smashed open the gasoline bottle like a maniac and lit it with cigarette butts, intending to die with everyone.
The burning and explosive power of the gasoline bottle was astonishing, and many people at the scene were affected to one degree or another.
According to the documents, ten people at the scene were sent to the hospital with varying degrees of injuries. Fortunately, the firefighters were decisive enough at the time and rushed into the flames to subdue the crazy horsemen, so no widespread casualties were caused.
The person involved, Ma Jun, will also be arrested by the police after recovering from his injuries on the charge of endangering public safety.
Logically speaking, all procedures are normal.
However, under Ye Zhun's follow-up investigation, he was shocked to discover something fishy.
The two hundred thousand resettlement fees promised in the demolition agreement, or an affordable house of about 80 square meters, all disappeared.
Instead, there is only a resettlement fee of 50,000 yuan per household!
So, where did the other 150,000 go?
Ye Zhun was shocked and angry. After quickly reporting the matter to his superiors, he called Li Qing urgently.
After all, fundamentally speaking, this land still belongs to Li Qing personally.
Li Qing himself was the hands-on shopkeeper, and for various reasons, he trusted Ye Zhun, so he entrusted Ye Zhun with full authority to act as his agent on these matters.
But he didn't expect that Ye Zhun would also stumble, and his subordinates would unknowingly change his position.
There are hundreds of households in the urban village, each worth 150,000 yuan. Calculating this, how big of a sum of money is this?
When he thought of this, Li Qing was furious and felt a burst of pain in his body. This was all about slicing his own flesh and blood!
Is your money brought by the strong wind?
After reading the document, Li Qing was speechless for a long time.
The atmosphere in the office instantly became depressing.
Zhou Shu looked at his senior brother and boss, with a look of helplessness on his face.
Ye Zhanzheng couldn't bear it anymore and took the initiative again: "This matter is my responsibility. Don't worry, I will make arrangements properly. Believe me, none of those guys who are corrupt and bending the law can escape."
Li Qing believed that Ye Zhun had the ability to realize this sentence, but he just felt pathetic.
Why don't you take care of your own affairs yourself?
If I had had some intentions at the time, such a tragedy might not have happened...
After a while, Li Qing stood up and said solemnly: "Let's go see the victim."
Ma Xiaoling stood on the bed with tears in her eyes, crying and saying: "Can you save me some trouble?"
"Why do you do this?"
"I have already signed the agreement, Uncle Wang and the others have also signed it, everyone has signed it, and no one has come forward. Why do you have to show off?"
"Twenty years ago, my mother passed away, and I became a child with a mother but no mother. Now, you are gone, what should I do?"
"You are so cruel!"
Ma Xiaoling sobbed and half-knelt in front of the hospital bed, looking at her father who was bandaged like a mummy, with a look of fear on her face.
The father, as usual, had a numb smile on his sallow and wrinkled face.
After a while, Ma Xiaoling suddenly wiped her tears and said, "Dad, I'm getting married soon..."
As soon as these words came out, the originally dull-looking middle-aged man on the bed gradually came back to his senses.
He looked at his choking daughter, grinned, and showed a smile that was uglier than crying: "Really? When did we talk about it? Why didn't you bring her over so that I can see?"
"You are like this, you can't even have sex, how can I bring him here!"
At this point, Ma Xiaoling cried again: "Why are you so stupid? It's just a house. If it's gone, it's gone. Why are you kidding with your life?"
"Xiao Ling, this is not a joke..."
Ma Jun's eyes drifted to the window, looking at the green of the dead trees outside the window, his expression was haggard and uncomfortable.
There are some things that he must insist on, because this is one of the few meanings of his life in this world, even if it costs everything.