Call the boss out?
People like Miss Xia would fight with a group of villagers, and Ge Jian would be worthless for Miss Xia.
Luo Yaozong hid in the crowd and probed his head. Ge Jian's eyes swept away. Luo Yaozong rembered Ge Jian's thods and quickly retracted his head.
These people are really whimsical.
Where to dump the garbage has nothing to do with Qihang Real Estate. If Ganquan Village couldn't find a place, he would have to respond to Futian Street, no matter what, he couldn't find Qihang Real Estate who bought the land.
"Our boss is not here. You are the mayor of Ganquan Village, right? This land was granted to our company by the decision of the municipal governnt. If Mr. Luo is not satisfied, he can approach the municipal governnt to respond to the situation. The company will return the land to you."
Could it be that it was a joke, of course the city governnt could not agree!
A piece of land worth nearly 3 million Chinese dollars, used to dump garbage for the villagers in Ganquan Village?
Whose garbage is so valuable.
Ge Jian knew that the villagers in Ganquan Village had sold out their hosteads and private plots. They have not yet been demolished in Ganquan Village. In two months, the people in Ganquan Village will move to other places. Harold Wilson, a foreign businessman, bought it and moved the village as a whole. Does it have to take a long way back to take out the garbage?
How to plan the new resettlent site for villagers is sothing that Futian Street and Shangbu District need to consider. How can you find Ge Jian to solve it is a sha!
Xia Xiaolan had already confessed to dealing with such a rogue, and if he had an official background, he would ask the Futian Sub-district Office to deal with it.
Social idlers shall directly report to the police station.
In short, don't beat people in the Golden Sand Pool...Other places, you can still beat them secretly.
Ge Jians hands were itchy. Luo Luogui watched him find soone to hire soone from the Futian Sub-district Office, and motioned to the villagers to stop the people: "If you dont tell about the land in advance, who knows what despicable ans your company used to take the land, you eat at, Always keep a mouthful of soup for the villagers to drink! So, no matter how you dispose of the rubbish, do you have to hire workers to build a house? Everyone in our village will know how to build a house. It is better to ask the villagers to work. ?"
Ge Jian is not only itchy hands.
This village chief Luo has a really thick-skinned face. The upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked. No wonder he can teach his son.
Wang Houlin limped and stood in front of Ge Jian: "This fellow, our company has requirents for construction technology. Workers must be able to understand the drawings. If there is soone in your village who can understand the construction drawings, we will ask, otherwise, please go back. Right!"
Looking at the architectural drawings, how can the people of Ganquan Village understand the drawings.
You can't find two high school students in a village, let alone study architecture.
Wang Houlin sneered in his heart. If you know how to build a pigsty, you dare to co and do it? The construction teams often used by Guangdong Provincial Construction Workers are all experienced construction workers. Whoever is in charge of these rascals.
It's almost the sa when it cos to the construction site to carry bricks and sand on the back, but no one has such a brutal attitude in looking for a job.
Ge Jian is not afraid of things:
"Ms. Luo, the land that our company bought with money depends on the mood of our boss. Do you think I will be scared if you bring the villagers to make trouble? If you dare to co here to make trouble today, you will dare to block the next day. Foreign businessn, the leaders above will not condone your behavior!"
Luo Luogui was a little weak, and neither the young Ge Jian nor the la Wang Hulin could deal with it.
Why is all this different from what the old man said?
Luo Luogui regretted a bit, but saw Old Man Luo walking slowly with his cane:
"Degui, you go back first. You are a cadre in the village, so the influence is not good."
He was different. He used to be a village head and had a charisma, but now he is not a village cadre, and he can't be controlled by the above.
Wang Houlin wanted to vomit blood. He was really afraid of sothing. The more sick the elderly, the harder it was to deal with.
Luo Luogui was behind the scenes and replaced the old man Luo on the field.
Mao Kangshan had long looked impatiently, "What do you really want to do? I'm not younger than , and my face is pretty thick!"
Old man Luo's cheeks trembled and he pointed at Mao Kangshan with his crutches, "You have taken away the treasures of the Luo family's geomantic on, shouldn't you make up for it?"
Mao Kangshan yelled at him: "The governnt naturally has arrangents for compensation for land acquisition. You still want to get double compensation, dare to think about it!"
When a person gets old, his skin becos loose. It doesn't matter whether he has a skin or not, it only counts if he can gain tangible benefits. Old Man Luo searched the crowd with his muddy old eyes, but he didn't see the beautiful girl that made people's eyes bright.
The owner's surna is Xia, and Luo Luogui has long inquired about the good news.
The one who went to the Futian Sub-district Office to talk about buying land was also a young girl who was called "Miss Xia" by others.
Now that the person involved is not there, Old Man Luo is also very annoyed.
Luo Yaozong supported Old Man Luo wimply, and Old Man Luo suddenly rolled his eyes and fell to the ground as soon as his feet softened.
Luo Yaozong shouted:
"My grandfather is mad at you!"
"Old village chief!"
"Master Luo, you wake up, grandfather..."
Old man Luo fell to the ground, his eyes closed tightly and his feet twitched. Wang Houlin felt a pain in his head, and it was exactly the sa as he thought. Such a trick is disgusting.
Mao Kangshan is not uncommon.
"Ge Jian, you let everyone disperse. People wake up after a while. If they dont wake up, they will be taken to the hospital. With so many people watching, we didnt push him. Anyone can be there. I lied in front of Mao Kangshan, and I will not live that old!"
Luo Yaozong yelled to death, and Ge Jian and others remained unmoved.
The stalemate lasted for more than half an hour, and the people from the Futian Sub-district Office got wind and hurried to the scene to deal with it.
Seeing Old Man Luo lying still on the ground, the people in the street office will also be crazy.
Pengcheng is a village tyrant who can find a way to make money from construction sites, such as transporting construction slag.
But there is no project where the construction will be handed over to the village tyrants, and the village tyrants and the ruffians know in their hearts that they will not touch the doorways that are technically difficult and prone to problems.
There was a problem with the house that was being repaired, and none of them could escape.
Ganquan Village didnt know what to say, and the cadre of the street office was half angry: "Luo Yaozong, why dont you send your father to the hospital? With such a big sun, you are not afraid to make a fake co true. The old man has three long and two shortcomings. Relying on others, right? And you guys who joined in the fun, didn't get the compensation for land acquisition, and followed each other. Don't you want the money anymore?"
These villagers have no hatred with Qihang Real Estate.
They were all instigated by Luo Luogui, wanting to take advantage of it.
In the final analysis, is it a treasure of geomantic on? It didn't belong to them originally, but it was reserved by the village chief's house.
Old man Luo pinched the hand of his good grandson, and Luo Yaozong yelled even harder:
"No, they made my father angry, so I'm responsible for it!"
Old man Luo was excited and pinched him hard, idiot, not even an idiot. It is useful to find these few who can't be the master, and I have to see the girl surnad Xia!
Ge Jian squatted forward and poked a finger on the old man Luo. His painful nose and saliva flowed turbulently, and his eyes opened.
Ge Jian clapped his hands and stood up:
"It seems that there is no need to go to the hospital. Uncle Luo is suffering from heatstroke."
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