After talking to Serriol, Zhang Chi hurried back to the house to change clothes and discuss with everyone how to deal with this matter.
If you let them accomplish this, what will you do next? Let them continue to raise taxes, or continue to strip your power from your land?
As soon as he entered the door, Zhang Chi saw Melika put down the phone.
"Zhang Chi, the news is that the state is preparing to raise taxes and reconsider land and mineral and oil rights," Melika said.
Zhang Chi said: "I understand. Serriol called me just now and asked everyone to come together to discuss it. Everyone must express their opinions clearly."
After hearing this, Melika nodded: "We can't let them get what they want. These bitches only know how to collect money."
Li Xiumei happened to be passing by carrying something, and she was immediately embarrassed on the spot. This was the first time she heard her daughter-in-law swearing in such a long time here. She was a little doubtful for a moment: Is this my daughter-in-law?
"Mom, what's wrong?" Melika didn't think anything was wrong, and she didn't think much about it. Seeing her mother-in-law standing on the spot, she asked with a smile.
Li Xiumei came to her senses and said immediately: "It's okay, it's okay. Dachi, what do you mean?"
"Mom, I'm going to go to the parade," Zhang Chi said.
No matter what kind of discussion or gathering, it will definitely end up on the road of parade. Even if you think about it, you can understand this. If you don’t march, you will shout twice in the media, and the officials sitting in the office will follow you.
I don't really care.
When she heard that her son was going to the parade, Li Xiumei's heart skipped a beat, but in front of her daughter-in-law, Li Xiumei didn't say anything more, but took her things and returned to the kitchen.
When Zhang Chi saw his mother leaving, he went upstairs and changed his clothes. He was about to go out, so he couldn't dress like this. He had to play around a little bit. It's not a question of whether he's handsome or not. You
You have to have a little respect for others. You may go to a party wearing the same rags you wear while working on a ranch, or you may have enough time to attend the party that was agreed upon.
It didn't take long to change clothes. As a man, seven or eight minutes is a long time to dress up. However, Zhang Chi only took three or four minutes to put on a 90% new thick plaid shirt and wear it.
There is a pair of almost new jeans. The only difference from usual is that there is a pretty good watch on my wrist.
It looks pretty good, but it's not worth much. It's not something like Rolex that some people in China are obsessed with. This brand seems to Zhang Chi to be particularly liked by the black brothers. The ranchers nearby are really wearing this thing.
many.
Among the fashionistas nearby, even Mr. Liu rarely wears luxury watches such as Rolex. Most of them play with antique watches, or the very simple ones. Antique watches, classic cars, etc. are almost all worn by the wealthy people near Zhangchi.
I took this coin loading route.
It seems to be a little different from the domestic petty bourgeoisie.
The method of loading coins is different, and Zhang Chi has to change accordingly, so this watch is an old watch, not a famous brand, no one has seen it before, and it looks a bit bluffing.
After changing his clothes, Zhang Chi went downstairs and was about to drive out when he heard his mother standing at the kitchen door waving to him.
"Dachi, Dachi".
Zhang Chi turned around and saw that his mother was a little sneaky.
"Mom, what's the matter?" Zhang Chi walked over.
When she came to her mother, she saw Li Xiumei pulling Zhang Chi out of the kitchen and then closing the door.
"Grandma, Mom, are you busy? Let's talk about it when you come back. I really have something to do now. If your business is not urgent, just wait a moment," Zhang Chi said.
Li Xiumei didn't care about this and asked Zhang Chi: "Are you going to protest?"
"We're not going to protest now," Zhang Chi said.
Li Xiumei breathed a sigh of relief when she heard this, but her son's next answer suddenly made her feel excited.
"But we must protest. If we don't do this, we can't handle this matter," Zhang Chi said.
Snap!
Li Xiumei patted her son and said, "You kid, why are you so stupid? Running on the street is so dangerous."
"No, Mom, they want to pass a bill to take over our land regardless of whether we like it or not. If this guy still endures it, wouldn't he become a Ninja Turtle?" Zhang Chi said.
Miao Guifang said: "You kid, why are you so stupid? Of course we are going, but don't take the lead in this matter. We can just sneak away. If others want to be in the limelight, let others do it. Let's not do it ourselves.
So high-profile...".
Zhang Chi couldn't help but smile bitterly after hearing this. He just wanted to tell his mother and grandmother about the situation here, but then he thought about it. He and the two old ladies had something to say, and they might not be able to understand if he talked too much.
"Grandma, Mom, you don't know me yet. I'm so smart. Don't worry, I know this well. We'll have fun, but I won't do it if I jump out to be a leader. Whoever wants to do it will do it...
…”.
Zhang Chi said.
When Miao Guifang and Li Xiumei heard this, they immediately beamed with joy and said in unison: "This child is really smart."
"Well, grandma, mom, I'm going to leave first. We still have to discuss what to do next," Zhang Chi said.
When Miao Guifang saw her grandson walking out, she opened her mouth and said, "Are you coming back for dinner?"
“Hard to say”
How does Zhang Chi know how long these people will discuss? Past experience tells Zhang Chi that even after the discussion is over, everyone still has to organize a scolding session, starting from the Waitehouse and continuing to the mayor and county magistrate.
Level, the eight generations of ancestors of these people cannot escape.
Do you think these old cowboys are just cursing at others? You are wrong. Since hanging out with Zhang Chi for a long time, these cowboys have become more and more abusive.
Sure enough, it is in line with the old saying: If you learn well, you will never succeed, but if you learn bad, you will learn it.
In the small town of Amber, the cowboys can at least master two to three words in Chinese, such as those of a bitch and your uncle.
In addition, Chinese factors appear more frequently in American society. These cowboys also feel that swearing in Chinese is more interesting and distinctive than swearing in English.
Even the curse words are full of an oriental mysterious atmosphere, so Zhang Chi can be regarded as making a certain contribution to the promotion of Chinese.
"Then take these with you and put them on your bed first. If you have food, you will eat it. If you don't have food, you won't be too hungry."
As she spoke, Miao Guifang stuffed two dough pancakes into her grandson's hands. They tasted sweet. She added eggs when kneading the dough. It tasted a little like bread, but it was not bread, but a kind of bread near Zhang Chi's hometown.
Pastries, especially Xuanhe, don't look big in the hand, but they are actually quite solid, about the size of a lump in the palm of your hand.
But there is no problem with using this thing to pad your stomach.
Zhang Chi didn't say anything more, took the dough pancakes and walked outside.
After leaving the door, Zhang Chi had just gotten into the car when he saw Cannon coming over in a hurry.
"What happened?"
Zhang Chi pressed the car window.
Cannon was startled when he saw Zhang Chi's face emerging from the car. He came to his senses and said: "BOSS, I heard that taxes are going to be increased and land policies are also going to be changed."
Zhang Chi knew that Cannon had also received news, so he said: "I understand, Serriol asked me to discuss it."
"Oh, I thought you didn't know, that's fine, I have nothing else to do."
After Cannon finished speaking, without waiting for Zhang Chi to say anything, he reached over and patted the hood of the car gently, saying hello, then turned and left.
Zhang Chi drove out of the ranch and walked along the road to the tavern in the center of the town. How can I say this place? It is the town's intelligence center and a small conference room. If there is any trouble,
, these are all good places.
If the matter is bigger, the venue may be changed to outside the small bar. There are many people outside and it is easy to make a fuss.
By the time Zhang Chi arrived at the bar, the parking lot at the door was already filled with all kinds of cars.
Half of them are pickup trucks, and the other half are three-wheelers.
Zhang Chi felt a sense of pride in his heart when he saw it. Of course, if all the American villages were to buy the Chinese-made Sanbengzi, then the Chinese and American chickens would be almost the same.
This is all off topic, anyway, there are a lot of people here.
Pushing open the door of the bar, Zhang Chi realized that there were so many people that it was no longer enough to describe the scene in the bar. The whole bar was now like a sardine can, with people squeezing each other and bumping into each other.
There is usually no one there, even if something happens, such as when I go into the mountains to look for cattle, I have never seen so many people in the bar.
As soon as their own interests were involved, everyone couldn't help it anymore and immediately ran over to hug each other.
Zhang Chi had no choice but to stand at the door. As for asking for a bottle of beer or something, forget it. Zhang Chi was only three or four meters away from the bar, but Zhang Chi really didn't want to squeeze past.
The reason is very simple. Think about the smell of these cowboys and you will know. The smell of sweat mixed with the smell of perfume can suffocate Zhang Chi to death.
As soon as I came in, I heard someone yelling at the top of his lungs: "I can't let anyone live anymore. Everyone knows what the price of beef is now, and taxes are going to increase. So what are we busy with? Why don't we sell the ranch and let the whole family lie down?"
Go to California Street and wait with your mouth open to drink the wind."
"Haha, old Jason, you think the female cousins in California will give you a chance to drink wind. They will throw you into the sea to feed the fish and give the chance to those with long hair."
As he spoke, the man made a gesture on his chest: "A man with a pair of these things, and those illegal immigrants, Americans? They are just a piece of shit now."
"The land belongs to me, Mazevak, and no one can take it away from me."
As soon as I heard it, I knew that this person was a landed person, either a farmer or a rancher.
I don't know Zhang Chi very well. It must be more remote and the place must not be big, or he just did the business.
"Whose proposal was it? I'm going to kill this bastard!"
Zhang Chi looked at these guys with a smile, knowing that the first stage of swearing time had already begun.
This proposal is hated by people, that's for sure, but if you think about who benefits and who will get a lot of benefits after this bill comes into effect, you will know which side the proposer is on.
Anyway, they are not on the side of farmers and ranchers. In all likelihood, they are on the side of mining tycoons and oil giants. Anyone who is not blind can understand this.
As a result, most people, a bunch of guys with nothing, are not worthy of being remembered.