The youngest member of the Yi family, still in his final year of high school, is Yitai, who has the best relationship with Yimu.
He was a temperamental child who wasn't even close to his own sister, yet he clung to the original owner of the body from a very young age.
The original owner was almost ten years older than Yitai. The old man didn't care much about his children, so Yitai treated the original owner like an older brother and also like his father.
After the original owner went abroad, he rarely contacted Yitai due to his heavy academic workload.
After returning to China, I joined the company shortly afterward, leaving me with even less time to spend with Yitai.
Since arriving here, Yimu has been busy and has completely forgotten about Yitai.
Hearing that strong "brother" from Yi Mu, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.
"Why aren't you home so late? Are you still out playing around?"
Yitai stood in the dark alley outside the bar, holding a half-smoked cigarette.
He glared coldly at a man dressed in a flamboyant manner who was trying to approach him by swaying his hips, then turned his face and spoke in a cheerful, laughing tone.
"What's the point of staying at home? Don't worry, I'll go back after I finish drinking with my friends."
Yimu told him to go back quickly, as it wasn't safe outside.
Upon hearing this, Yitai's smile widened: "Brother, you're worried about me?"
"You're my brother, who else should I worry about if not you?"
Yi Mu's gaze swept across the village chief's face on the computer screen, and his brows furrowed slightly.
"Xiao Tai, how's your relationship with your uncle these past two years?"
Yitai didn't know why he asked this, and stubbed out his cigarette with his toe. "He often invites me to his house for meals, why are you asking this, brother?"
Yi Mu closed his laptop, turned around, and stood up.
"I need you to get a word from your uncle. If you do it, I'll treat him to a meal and thank him properly."
It was just a matter of a word; his uncle had always doted on him, and Yitai agreed without hesitation.
Yimu promised to spend some time with Yitai after returning home.
After he hung up the phone, Xie Tuoyu called.
Xie Tuoyu told Sang's father everything, and Sang's father's reaction was calmer than he had expected.
Sang's father said he knew Xie Tuoyu was no ordinary laborer.
Although Xie Tuoyu also had calluses on his hands and worked diligently, he had a certain air about him that didn't seem like something a helper should have.
Yi Mu asked, "Did you tell him about the land requisition as well?"
Xie Tuoyu stood in the courtyard smoking. The moon was bright and the stars were few. There were many trees around. In the summer, the nights in the countryside were cooler than in the city.
He was just about to tell Yi Mu about this.
"Actually, when the government said it was going to expropriate the land two years ago, most of the villagers agreed."
The village chief spoke privately with the heads of each household, telling them not to sign the consent form, saying he had inside information that the compensation for the land expropriation would be very small.
Fruit farmers who have spent their entire lives farming were hoping to make a fortune from land expropriation and demolition. Of course, they were not happy that the compensation they received did not meet their expectations.
The village chief instigated a disturbance, and due to herd mentality, the incident escalated significantly. Fearing public pressure, the authorities slowed down the process.
Ultimately, the problem stemmed from the village chief.
Yi Mu confided in Xie Tuoyu.
“The village chief won’t be around for long. We can contact the government and start preparing to push the project forward.”
Xie Tuoyu knew that the Yi family was a large family with a wide network of connections, so dealing with a small village chief should be no problem for them.
Xie Tuoyu left the Sang family the next day.
Before leaving, she hired some local security companies to dress up as villagers and secretly protect the Sang family.
We must be wary of that scoundrel, the village chief.
On the third day, Yitai's uncle called Yimu and said only one sentence.
"Everything is arranged, Third Young Master. I'll wait for you to come back and treat me to dinner."
Yi Mu breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile, "Definitely, you can choose the location."
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