Chapter 43 The enamel factory is mostly done with...
The enamel factory is mostly done with, but it's still bustling with activity. Many residents from other housing complexes come over to inquire, "The enamel factory doesn't want to be demolished, so they're going to demolish the chemical plant instead. It's not far. We don't even want 300,000 yuan, 250,000 yuan will do. We at the chemical plant will definitely cooperate!"
"The soy sauce factory isn't far away, give us 200,000!"
"The steel mill doesn't want much, just 180,000!"
Enamel Factory: !!!
Those who had already received the money felt quite at ease; once the money was in their hands, there was no way they would return it! Fortunately, they weren't greedy.
Those who hadn't signed the papers or received their money panicked. What if the enamel factory wasn't relocated? They regretted their greed and resented those who had assaulted them. They were extremely uneasy, fearing something might go wrong.
"What are you thinking! Our enamel factory has a great location! No other residential compound can compare!!"
The man from the chemical plant suddenly remembered something, and he quickly pulled a few of his companions away. He whispered, "Let's go to the hospital to visit the director of the demolition office. It would be great if they demolished our chemical plant. We'll cooperate."
Several people thought it was a good idea.
The other family members in the compound thought the same thing, and they bumped into each other when they arrived at the hospital, but they still had to go see Director Fang.
The people from the enamel factory who weren't being relocated went to the demolition office early the next morning to sign documents and collect their compensation. Unfortunately, they were asked to leave by the demolition office staff, who said that Director Fang was hospitalized and they would discuss it after he was discharged.
Previously, the demolition office staff had been trying to persuade and plead with everyone to sign, but no one was willing to. Now that the demolition office staff have changed their attitude, everyone is panicking.
I went to the hospital to see Director Fang, but the hospital said that Director Fang's condition was too serious and he had been transferred to the city hospital.
Everyone went to the city hospital to look for him, but they couldn't find him.
They could only go to the demolition office and beg the staff to get them to sign the papers quickly. They were filled with regret. Especially seeing their neighbors eating and shopping all day long, they regretted it even more.
The demolition office staff finally breathed a sigh of relief. All the people who started the fight that day were arrested. Although they didn't fight, they were still supporting the demolition team from behind.
In the following days, no matter how much the people from the enamel factory pleaded, the demolition office refused to sign the papers, insisting that they wait until Director Fang returned, leaving them hanging like that.
A group of people sighed and couldn't sleep, and they resented themselves for being blinded by greed and believing Pan Bao and Huang Cui's evil deeds. They just hoped that Director Fang would be discharged from the hospital soon.
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Building 7, 6th floor of the enamel factory
The entire Fang family stood at the door of a house. Fang's mother, Zhu Caiying, reached out and knocked on the door, "Mr. Jiang, are you home? Open the door."
Zhu Caiying didn't knock hard at first, and her voice was very kind. But after knocking for a while, no one opened the door, and there was no sound from inside. Zhu Caiying's temper flared up, and she started knocking harder.
"Boss Jiang, open the door quickly! I know you're inside! Open the door quickly!"
The Fang family came from Jiangji Restaurant, but they arrived too late and the restaurant was already closed.
The whole family came here without delay.
Fang Jianguo kicked the door in anger, "Boss Jiang, open the door right now! Don't play dumb, I know you're in there."
His son, Fang Wenzhou, quickly pulled Fang Jianguo aside, saying, "Dad, speak properly."
He worked at the steel rolling mill and knew Jiang Can and his wife very well. The couple were not to be trifled with; they could take down armed thugs. Dealing with their family would be as easy as an eagle catching chicks.
They need to speak politely and not resort to violence.
They knocked on the door for a long time, attracting all the neighbors who hadn't moved out yet.
A slightly plump middle-aged woman asked with a smile, "Why is your family back? Didn't you buy a new house in Ruyi City? Wenzhou and Meimei are married now, right? You didn't tire out Meimei's two unborn sons, did you?"
Her daughter-in-law gave birth to a daughter a few days ago, and Zhu Caiying has been boasting about how her daughter-in-law is carrying two grandsons.
Having a child out of wedlock and then bragging about it everywhere—aren't they ashamed?
They're just two grandsons, it's a pity they're not destined to enjoy a life of luxury.
Her granddaughter is the lucky one; her family's house was demolished right after she was born, so she's a little princess who's here to enjoy a life of luxury.
A middle-aged man on the fifth floor took out a pack of Zhonghua cigarettes and offered it to Fang Jianguo: "Have one. I heard that big leaders like to smoke these."
Fang Jianguo was so angry that he bit his teeth until they were raw. He shook his head and said, "I don't like smoking this. It's too strong."
These cigarettes cost ten yuan a pack, who would be willing to smoke them?
But nowadays, men with enamel mugs are willing to spend money on cigarettes. They have hundreds of thousands of yuan in their homes, so of course they're willing to spend money on a good cigarette and a good bottle of wine.
The middle-aged man lit one himself, puffing on the cigarette and blowing on the smoke. "You don't even like good cigarettes? Jianguo just wasn't destined for that."
The statement has a double meaning: it implies that Fang Jianguo can't smoke good cigarettes, but it also implies that the Fang family is unlucky enough to not receive compensation for their property being demolished.
Zhu Caiying's family all looked sullen, but Zhu Caiying still lowered her head and asked, "How much compensation did you get for the demolition of this house?"
The slightly plump middle-aged woman said, "Hey, you've already sold your house, why are you still asking about this? I'd rather not talk to you about it, so as not to make you feel uncomfortable. You can earn this money later."
Everyone knows that the Fang family sold their old enamel factory house and bought an apartment in Ruyi City to marry their daughter-in-law who was pregnant with twin boys. Everyone has heard Zhu Caiying boast about how comfortable the apartment was, how well-lit it was, how spacious it was, how well it was soundproofed, and how it had a private bathroom, unlike the old tenement buildings where people on each floor were crammed together to use the bathroom and faucets.
Everyone was furious at the time. Everyone knew that commercial buildings were comfortable, but they were also expensive. Selling the old houses wouldn't be enough to cover the cost of selling commercial buildings.
Moreover, not every family can conceive twin sons.
Nowadays, family planning is strictly enforced, and every family can only have one child!
The woman who used a folk remedy suddenly became pregnant with twin boys.
It hasn't been that long! What's so great about commercial housing? Who can't afford it? They can buy as many units as they want.
Oh, some people can't afford it either. There are two households on the fifth floor who think the money is too little and haven't signed. They're anxious and just hoping the demolition office will get them to sign and get the money and the house as soon as possible.
Those two households haven't come back yet; they're trying to find connections and ask the demolition office to do their bidding.
Unfortunately, you offended the demolition office, so they won't do anything for you.
Zhu Caiying: "Our family has lived here for over 20 years. Wenzhou was born and raised here. This is my family's house, and the demolition compensation should be given to my family."
Everyone rolled their eyes. This is shameless! You've already sold your house, and you think you can get compensation? Dream on.
A neighbor asked, "Is the property still registered in your names?"
Zhu Caiying gritted her teeth and shook her head: "Not here."
The neighbor said, "Then it's not your house anymore. There are quite a few people in your situation. A lot of people sold their houses recently. Once the house is sold, it's sold, and it has nothing to do with your family anymore. The demolition compensation doesn't care who lived there the longest; it only looks at the property certificate. Whoever's name is on the property certificate gets the compensation."
The slightly plump woman said, "Don't bother knocking. No one lives in the house. The two people who lived there before have already moved out."
Zhu Caiying refused to believe it and knocked on the door for a long time, even considering taking it down. She peered through the window for a long time before finally admitting that there was really no one inside.
Fang Jianguo: "Do you know where the homeowner lives?"
Who knows! With money, you can stay anywhere.
The Fang family left the apartment building last, seething with anger. Zhu Caiying's eyes were red with rage: "We used to be the best off. Other families couldn't even scrape together 50,000 or 60,000 yuan even if they sold their houses. But now..." She punched Fang Wenzhou, "If it weren't for you, we wouldn't have had to sell this old house. You jinx, you spendthrift!"
Their family only learned about the demolition today. The whole family went back to their hometown and held a banquet there. The trip back and forth took four days. They only found out about the demolition after returning today.
The Fang family members felt like dying.
The old house was demolished?
The apartments in Ruyi City are no longer appealing, and neither are the twin grandchildren in Meimei's belly.
None of that compares to the 300,000 yuan compensation for demolishing the property.
Meimei frowned: "What do you mean? Are you blaming me? If you don't want to get married, then get a divorce. I'll beat up both of our sons right now. It's not because you're incompetent that you can't even afford a new apartment. You have to sell your old house to buy one."
Zhu Caiying couldn't bear to lose her two grandsons again, so she gritted her teeth and coaxed Meimei, "The most important thing now is to get our demolition compensation back, even if it's just half of it! We'll go to the restaurant tomorrow, I don't believe we won't find that woman."
Fang Wenzhou: "I'll have someone find out where Jiang Can's courtyard is!"
They all knew that Jiang Can's main reason for buying the house was that he was afraid someone would burn down the yard.
After finding out the details, the family went to Shiliu Alley.
Of course, they didn't find it, and were even scolded by the people in Shiliu Alley, who said they were disturbing the peace and that if they didn't leave some money to compensate everyone, the Fang family shouldn't leave.
What kind of nonsense is this?
After a long night of fussing and losing ten yuan, the family could only wait until dawn to go to Jiang's Restaurant.
They waited and waited, and finally around 7 o'clock, they saw Jiang Can. She was riding a bicycle with a full load of things in the back. The Fang family rushed over and surrounded Jiang Can, and started crying before they could even say a word.
It was as if they had suffered a tremendous injustice.
Fang's mother, Zhu Caiying, cried and begged, "Boss Jiang, please give our house back to us. We won't sell it anymore, and we'll give you back 20,000 yuan!"
Jiang Can already knows about the Fang family's visit; Fang Yuan came to his house yesterday to explain the situation.
Jiang Can saw no need to hide and risk affecting the restaurant's business, so she came over today. She asked, "Aunt Zhu, did you take 20,000 yuan with you when you went out?"
Zhu Caiying froze for a moment as she cried, “I’ll sell everything I own to borrow money and pay you back the 20,000 yuan.”
Jiang Can actually thought the Fang family couldn't come up with 20,000 yuan right now, and it turned out they really couldn't. She asked, "Aunt Zhu, have you bought a new house? Have your son and daughter-in-law gotten married?"
Fang Jianguo said again, "Boss Jiang, we won't sell our house. Once we receive the demolition compensation, we'll give you 50,000 yuan directly, and the remaining 30,000 yuan will be considered as interest on the previous payments."
Jiang Can: ...
Huang Xiaoling ran out of the restaurant, her eyes wide, "You guys are shameless! How could you say such a thing? Back then, your family was afraid that your daughter-in-law would abort the two grandsons in her belly, so you sold your house and bought a commercial apartment! You were willing to sell even when the price was lowered to 18,000 yuan, but our boss bought the house at the market price! So much time has passed, your son and daughter-in-law are probably married now, and your family has also bought a commercial apartment. Now that the demolition has been completed, you come to my boss again. How can you do such a thing?"
Fang Jianguo: "I won't let you, Boss Jiang, suffer a loss. I'll give you an extra 30,000 yuan as interest, as if the 20,000 yuan was borrowed by me. Even loan sharks don't have such high interest rates."
Jiang Can rolled his eyes inelegantly: "Do you think this is child's play?"
Zhu Caiying cried out, "If I didn't have this house, I wouldn't be able to live. I would kill myself by crashing my head against the restaurant entrance." She then rammed her head against the entrance.
Jiang Can grabbed her collar with one hand, "Auntie, let's talk about this at the police station. Don't try to kill yourself and disrupt my business, or I won't hold back."
When they arrived at the police station, the Fang family cried and said, "This is the house we've lived in for over twenty years. It was about to be demolished, and this woman bought it. She must have known about the demolition to buy our house. I won't investigate where she found out about it. I'll just consider the 20,000 yuan as a loan to our family. We will pay her back 50,000 yuan in the future so she won't suffer a loss."
The police were stunned. Although they had been dealing with similar disputes for the past few days, this was the first time they had encountered such shamelessness from the Fang family.
The police stated directly that the house belongs to whoever's name is on the property certificate. How can you say it's yours and then claim it is? Besides, the demolition compensation has already been paid, and now the house has been taken back by the government.
Next to them was a family crying miserably. They had sold their house during the demolition frenzy. At the time, the whole family thought the house wouldn't be demolished, so they deliberately spread rumors that the enamel factory's house was going to be demolished. They sold a three-bedroom house for a high price of 60,000 yuan and happily bought a commercial apartment to live in.
Little did we know, the enamelware factory really was going to be demolished.
He earned 60,000 but lost 500,000.
His cleverness backfired, causing him to miss the opportunity to become an overnight millionaire.
The family was indignant, so they squatted down on the seller, beat him up, and ended up in jail today.
Their family got into a fight and should be detained, but the Fang family didn't. They were mainly given criticism and education, and after listening to a lecture for half a day, they were released.
The Fang family was in pain, but they didn't dare to go too far. They knew about Jiang Can and Shen Lang; they weren't ordinary people, and even ruthless bandits could kill them. They couldn't bully them, but they felt terrible and couldn't breathe.
Zhu Caiying grabbed Fang Wenzhou and beat him, saying, "You spendthrift! If it weren't for your encouragement, we wouldn't have been able to sell our house. Three hundred thousand! So much money, just gone like that."
Fang Wenzhou ran away with his head in his hands. He was in pain too. His good friends who grew up with him had all become rich second-generation heirs, and some of them even drove motorcycles.
What about him? The more he thought about it, the more painful it became.
If it really had nothing to do with them, they wouldn't want to think about it anymore.
He could have had it too.
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It's now known that Jiang Can owned a house from an enamel factory that was subsequently demolished and redeveloped. It's said to be a two-bedroom apartment! Although the apartment is relatively small, it's still a sign of wealth; hundreds of thousands of yuan is more than a restaurant could earn!
Most people were envious and congratulated Jiang Can on making a fortune.
Jiang Can didn't actually want anyone to know about her demolition compensation; making a fortune in silence was much better! However, she didn't intend to keep this a secret. The house deal was settled at a restaurant, so the Fang family could find her. Unlike other homeowners, they couldn't find Shen Lang and Jiang Can.
Although Shen Lang and Jiang Can appeared on the evening news, they weren't any extraordinary figures, and not everyone watches the evening news.
Jiang Can gave everyone two of the braised tiger-skin chicken feet!
These tiger-skin chicken feet are deep-fried and then braised. They're incredibly delicious, both numbing and spicy. You can easily peel the skin and meat off with just one bite, and even the bones are crispy. Jiang Can devoured a whole plate of them right after they came out of the pot.
The diners weren't satisfied and asked Jiang Can if he sold tiger-skin chicken feet. Jiang Can laughed and said, "What are you talking about? I'll bring you another plate."
She placed a plate with two chicken feet on it and whispered, "Please don't tell anyone."
This is a regular customer at the restaurant; he comes almost every day.
Anyway, when he encounters someone like that, Jiang Can is happy to give them another plate, just for the fun of it.
The employees were given red envelopes containing 100 yuan each.
Huang Xiaoling and Sister Peng were overjoyed; it was half a month's salary!
Fang Yuan was also happy; in fact, he'd been in an excellent mood lately—his family had received 500,000 yuan in compensation for their house! However, he hadn't told Huang Xiaoling or Fang Yuan about it, and most of their relatives were unaware of it either. He repeatedly told his mother not to tell anyone.
Jiang Can then asked Huang Xiaoling about her recent study progress, and Huang Xiaoling replied, "My teachers all praised me for being suitable to be an accountant."
Jiang Can: "Yes, you are meticulous."
Huang Xiaoling also showed Jiang Can the account book. She kept the accounts very detailed, with every single item clearly recorded. Nowadays, the daily turnover is basically around 1,500 yuan, and business is even better on Saturdays and Sundays, reaching 1,800 yuan.
Jiang Can praised Huang Xiaoling for keeping good records of the bills, which made Huang Xiaoling very happy.
Then he praised Sister Peng for being clean and meticulous, saying that she wiped the glass so clean it looked like fake glass, and there wasn't a speck of dust on the table.
Sister Peng was also very happy.
Jiang Can called the two of them over again, "The Fang family should not cause any more trouble, but it's not safe to live in that house. These next few days, you'll have to work hard and go back to your own homes. Once the house is built and renovated next month, you can move in."
After the demolition incident, Jiang Can told Huang Xiaoling and Sister Peng to go home first, just in case the Fang family caused trouble when they returned home. He wasn't afraid of arguments, but what if they came to blows?
Neither Huang Xiaoling nor Sister Peng are good fighters.
Huang Xiaoling and Sister Peng were deeply moved. What incredible luck they had to have such a wonderful boss!
As dusk approached, Liang Kaiwen arrived at the restaurant: "Brother, same as yesterday."
When Fang Yuan was serving the rice, he paused for a moment, then served it as usual, saying, "It'll cost you twelve yuan in total."
Liang Kaiwen brought the food and glanced inside. He saw Jiang Can and was delighted. He walked over and said, "Sister-in-law, what time is Brother Lang coming today? I need to talk to him about something."
Jiang Can glanced up and noticed that Liang Kaiwen had lost a lot of weight and looked very haggard. She said, "I don't know either. Don't call me sister-in-law, just call me Jiang Can."
Liang Kaiwen didn't understand why Jiang Can didn't like him. He carried his food back to his seat. The food smelled delicious, but he had no appetite.
He discovered it yesterday: Fang Yuan is now the head chef at Jiang's Restaurant, and he's the one who cooks all the meals. His culinary skills are just as good as those at the Liaoxian Grand Hotel.
When did Fang Yuan become so capable? He didn't even have a proper job before.
Now that Fang Yuan's house has been demolished, and he has a set skill, he can open his own restaurant and make a lot of money.
Where are the pillars?
Zhu Zi has always been Shen Lang's tagalong, so Zhu Zi's house must have been demolished as well.
He couldn't find Shen Lang these past few days, so he went to Zhu Zi's house to look for Shen Lang, but after being beaten up by Zhu Zi twice, he stopped going there. With no other option, he started coming to the restaurant every night.
He regretted not helping Shen Lang move back then, otherwise he wouldn't have been unaware of where Shen Lang lived.
But I really didn't have time at the time.
He waited for a long time, and the restaurant became less and less crowded. The waiters started cleaning up and preparing to leave. Sister Peng came over to urge him several times, and finally told him directly, "Our restaurant is about to close. Come back tomorrow."
He could only go outside and wait. Jiang Can hadn't left, so Shen Lang would definitely come back. He had to see Shen Lang.
Sister Peng, holding his unfinished meal, muttered, "What a waste of money! Wasting it yesterday, and wasting it again today."
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