Chapter 642 Stubborn Seed?
Countless people started calling the exploration team, asking to sign contracts, which delighted Qi Minglin.
"Haha, Chen Feng, you're really good at this! This trick works really well."
"As long as it works, that's fine. Tell the pile-driving team to find a place and start driving piles. Don't worry about whose land it is or what's there. Just drive wherever you want. If anything goes wrong, come to the village chief," Chen Feng said with a smile.
"Okay, I'll go arrange it in a bit," Qi Minglin said happily.
I thought this would be a big problem, but I didn't expect Chen Feng to solve it so quickly.
The pile-driving team set off in no time, and the feeling of doing whatever they wanted was just too great.
They could do whatever they wanted, and no one dared to ask them anything.
The contract signing staff were extremely busy. They used to be eager to sign contracts with people, but now...?
Come or not, it's up to you. I don't have time to go to each and every place. I've just set up a spot at the camp entrance and will sign in for whoever comes.
"Brother, did I do a good job?" The village chief came over to Chen Feng and chuckled.
"It seems alright for now, let's see how it goes." Chen Feng handed him a cigarette and nodded.
"Don't worry, brother. I'm not just scaring them. You'll see in seven days. If anyone dares not to move, I'll deal with them right now."
The village chief knew what Chen Feng was talking about, so he immediately gave his assurance.
Chen Feng meant that things seemed alright now, but there was no guarantee that there wouldn't be any stubborn ones later on.
"Mm." Chen Feng nodded and didn't say anything more.
The next day, the village was in complete chaos, with trucks lined up at the gate to pick them up for their move.
They carried things out of the house one by one. Some items were so numerous that they couldn't be delivered in one trip and had to be made in several trips.
In the past, if someone moved, everyone would help them. Now...
Why bother helping them? They can barely manage their own families, how can they possibly care about others?
As more and more people moved away, the village became increasingly quiet. On the seventh day, Liu Zi handed a note to the village chief.
"There are still four families who haven't finished moving. They said their children don't live in the city and are on their way back. They hope we can be more accommodating for a few more days."
"As soon as our children arrive, they'll definitely move out immediately so they won't cause us any trouble," Liu Zi said.
"Has the contract been signed yet?" the village chief asked.
"They signed it. They signed the contract the very next day," Liu Zi replied.
"That's alright, as long as the contract is signed, let them move at their own pace. There's still enough time. What about the rest?" The village chief poured himself a cup of tea.
"There are two other companies that refuse to sign the contract no matter what, saying that the compensation of 150,000 is too little and they want 1.5 million," Liu Zi said, glancing at the list.
"Damn it, who's been trying to poison my mind?" The village chief immediately got angry upon hearing this.
“The Zhang family and the Li family,” Liu Zi said.
"Damn it, it's those two stubborn bastards again. You son of a bitch, I used to ignore you, but you really think you're something special, huh!" The village chief finished his tea in one gulp and said with a sinister expression.
The old men in both families were incredibly stubborn, relying on their age to make unreasonable demands.
Their spouses were no better; they were also the type to extort money from others.
"Let's go, call the brothers, let's go take a look. Those two old bastards are really tired of living."
The brothers were all ready and waiting for the village chief's order. When they arrived at Old Zhang's house, they saw two old men sitting in the yard, holding shovels.
They're acting like they'll take anyone who tries to demolish them down with them.
"Baldy Liang, don't think you're useful just because you're here. If I don't die today, no one will demolish my house!"
"I don't care about anyone else, I'm determined to have this 1.5 million!" Old Zhang, thin and bony, stood up and said defiantly.
"You old bastard, do you think I'm here to discuss this with you?"
"I might not have been like you before, but do you think I'm still indulging you now?"
"Brothers, smash it! Drag them both out!"
At the village chief's command, the crowd rushed forward and kicked open the gate. The four of them dragged Old Zhang and his wife out.
"Don't touch me! If any of you dare touch me, I'll sue you all to death today!"
"Help! Murder! If you demolish my house today, I'm not going to live anymore!" Old Mrs. Zhang took out pesticide from her pocket and was about to unscrew the cap and pour it into her mouth, clearly having prepared in advance.
"Damn it, you drink it or not. You're still my child today, are you trying to scare your father?"
"You two had better drink together, then I'll have an easier time. Hurry up and drink, or I'll drink for you later!" The village chief was not afraid at all, holding a stick in his hand and pointing at Old Mrs. Zhang, who was throwing a tantrum on the ground.
"I...I!" Old Mrs. Zhang was holding pesticide in her hand. Seeing that she couldn't scare him, she was at a loss.
How could she really drink it? She hasn't lived enough yet.
This trick used to always work to scare people, so why isn't it working today?
"You son of a bitch, you bald-headed bastard, you have no conscience! You're a beast! May you die a horrible death! May your babies be born without an anus!" Seeing that things were getting out of hand, the old woman threw down the pesticide in her hand and sat down on the ground to start cursing.
"Damn it, I can't stop you from drinking pesticide, but you dare to curse me? You're asking for trouble!"
"I'll teach you to curse! I'll teach you to curse!" Upon hearing this, the village chief was furious. He swung his stick and started hitting people, not caring about their heads or buttocks.
"Ah, ah, you dare hit me? Do you believe I'll die in your house?" The old woman screamed and rolled around on the ground as she was being beaten.
"Go die wherever you want, my house will be torn down in a few days. I'm not afraid of you. I'll teach you to keep your mouth shut!"
The village chief said that he grabbed Old Mrs. Zhang and slapped her hard across the face.
Old Mrs. Zhang had been a domineering woman all her life, and she had never been treated like this before. She bared her teeth and brandished her claws, ready to fight the village chief.
Unfortunately, she overlooked one point: the reason she was able to beat men in the past was not because she was powerful, but because men were not like her.
To put it bluntly, if it were a real fight, the village chief is over 1.8 meters tall and weighs over 200 kilograms. How could he possibly lose to you?
"Go to hell! Go to hell!"
This time, the village chief showed no mercy, punching and kicking Mrs. Zhang until she could barely see, seeing stars, and finally sat on the ground, completely dazed.
"Bang!"
"Splash!"
"Jingle bells!"
While the fight was in full swing here, things weren't quiet inside either. They didn't care about anything else, they were just doing odd jobs.
There was one even more ruthless individual who used a pickaxe to chisel a hole right through the pot.
Liu Zi went inside, rolled up the bedding, went straight to the backyard, threw it down, and lit a fire.
Damn it, weren't you going to stay here? Now you can sleep here tonight.
The young man sleeps on a cold kang (heated brick bed) because of the strong fire; let him sleep on a cold kang this time.
"Go to hell!" A young man grabbed a sledgehammer, jumped onto the kang (a heated brick bed), and started smashing things.
They smashed a hole in the kang (a heated brick bed).
This time there's no kang (heated brick bed) to cool off; we'll just sleep on the floor.
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