Takahashi Hiroki was in big trouble.
Because Xiaoshan Film Association will definitely not take the blame.
The honest college student had repeatedly reminded him that this was a fake, and casually offered 500,000 yuan to get rid of him, but Takahashi, the idiot, refused to listen and even embarrassed himself in front of so many people.
Not only did Takahashi Hiroki not get a penny from the Koyama Film Association, he was bankrupt and had to leave the country in disgrace, holding the half of the "Er Ye is Just Kidding You" painting.
The Xiaoshan Film Association mobilized all its connections to completely ban Takahashi, the bastard!
All his decades of reputation were lost overnight!!!
The lives of the rich do not affect the daily lives of ordinary people.
The Xiaoshan Film Association was in a mess, and Zhang Hongcheng was taking his wife back to the small room in Prince Gong's Mansion to enjoy his own world.
This day is May 6th, the beginning of summer, a Sunday.
"Xiao Zhang and Xiao Chu from the west room, are you two in the room?"
Aunt Cao, the director of the Prince Gong Mansion compound, walked in waving a fan, raised her head and shouted a few times.
Chu Miaohong stuck her head out of the house and replied.
"What's the matter, Aunt Cao?"
Aunt Cao pointed to the front yard with her fan.
"There's a document coming down from above regarding our yard. Let's all go to the front for a meeting!"
"Come on, you two can send a representative or both come."
With Aunt Cao's shouting, the entire Prince Gong's Mansion gradually became noisy.
Some people were getting dressed as they headed out, muttering, "I finally have a day off, but I can't even lie down for a bit. What kind of meeting is this?"
There was a hint of smugness hidden in the complaint, but it did not stop the man from walking very fast, for fear that he would be too late and have no place to sit.
"Stool, bring the stool!"
"Listen carefully!"
"Talk less and watch more. It's not your turn to take the lead in anything that happens in this hospital."
The man's wife came out with a stool and caught up with the man, and gave him a few words of advice.
The man felt a little embarrassed, so he casually responded to his wife's words and ran away with his stool.
Zhang Hongcheng and Chu Miaohong did not delay, but when they arrived at the front yard, all the good seats were already occupied.
The two of them then placed a small stool on the corridor and sat against the porch pillars - the reason no one was sitting there was because the porch pillars had been bricked up to serve as a kitchen.
Sitting in this place, the two of them knew without looking back that the family behind them was having stir-fried cabbage for lunch today.
"Have all the representatives from each household arrived?"
Aunt Cao and several other elected leaders in the compound spoke in official language no less than the average compound cadre.
Holding a document in one hand, a teacup in her left hand, and a fan resting on the flower bed, Aunt Cao cleared her throat.
"Now that everyone is here, let's start the meeting."
"This is a new document issued by the city, and it's about the residents of Prince Gong's Mansion."
"Speaking of which, they've issued us seven or eight documents over the past five years."
"Everyone is a good comrade, but their enthusiasm for responding to the document is still questionable!"
"This document provides a complete solution to the problems at Prince Gong's Mansion! Everyone, listen carefully..."
After Aunt Cao said this, everyone below just laughed and didn't respond.
A few familiar neighbors were even winking at each other.
"You're at it again. Didn't you say you wanted to solve the problem completely last time?"
"I think this time it's probably all in vain. The units can't provide extra housing for resettlement. How are we going to vacate it?"
"Hehe, the whole family sleeping on the street? We won't be the ones looking good then..."
There were big meetings going on at the top and small meetings going on at the bottom, but Aunt Cao didn't care about all that and was only concerned with her own documents.
When Aunt Cao finished reading the document, there was indeed another round of booing from the audience.
"Director Cao, what they're saying is that we're allowed to invest in the purchase of this room in Prince Gong's Mansion and work with the municipal government on some kind of reconstruction project. To put it bluntly, they're still going to have to demolish the utility room, side rooms, and kitchen we built in the back."
"That's what I mean. Who doesn't understand?"
"We can now squeeze into a room that can accommodate seven or eight people. After the reconstruction, it will only accommodate three or four people at most."
"Even if we don't talk about where the children will live, are we going to throw all the miscellaneous things we've accumulated over several lifetimes onto the street?"
"That's right. They even built a kitchen in a secluded spot in the backyard to prevent our fireworks from affecting the reconstruction project. Are you kidding me?"
The scene was in chaos.
Aunt Cao and the others were not in a hurry either, as they had anticipated this situation a long time ago.
Anyway, she is only responsible for conveying the spirit, and implementation is the responsibility of the streets and units.
"Anyway, that's the spirit. It's fine as long as everyone knows it!"
Aunt Cao smiled and fanned herself a few times, then took a sip of tea.
"Anyway, that's it. Customers currently living in government-owned housing can consider buying it themselves and then discuss reconstruction with the higher-ups."
"If you don't want to buy it, please write a report, or ask the company to make room for you."
"Because you don't want to buy, what if those overseas Chinese who returned to China took a fancy to our place, bought a house and moved in, and we cooperated with the higher-ups on reconstruction? We have to be prepared to vacate their house."
"Meeting adjourned!"
The residents' representatives in the compound were very excited.
Zhang Hongcheng and Chu Miaohong sat calmly on the sidelines watching the fun.
After 1979, the higher-ups discovered that excessive investment in the previous two years had led to a shortage of funds, and the renovation plan for Prince Gong's Mansion, which was originally about to be launched, had to be changed again.
He also knew that this policy was ultimately not implemented.
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