After saying that, she hummed an unknown tune, and walked out gracefully in her high heels.
Liu Zhongren walked in carrying a brand new radio.
"Brother Zhang, I was worried you'd be bored, so I'm giving you something to cheer you up."
He placed the radio on the bedside table and turned it on.
After the buzzing of the electricity, Zhang Qiang's powerful voice flowed out—"Neon lights, flashing, like stars, falling..."
Tokyo at night.
Zhang Cheng closed his eyes and listened to the familiar melody.
Hong Kong films are sweeping the nation.
Following that was the golden age of Hong Kong and Taiwan pop music.
And what follows is the imminent rise of nightclubs and KTVs in major cities—real cash cows, an era of frenzied gold rush.
...
Meanwhile, in Shanghu Village.
Dozens of villagers, carrying hoes and carrying poles, surrounded the construction team, shouting loudly.
The foreman, Zhou Yuanhang, looked worried and was smoking everywhere.
"Fellow villagers! It's not that I don't want to bring electricity to your village, it's just that Hu Baima from your village is absolutely determined not to let the power pole be erected in his field!"
"We don't care about Hu Baima! We just want electricity!"
"Yes! His family disagrees, so why should they delay our whole village! Can't you take a detour?"
Zhou Yuanhang was driven to the brink of despair by the noise. He had explained these principles countless times, but the villagers simply wouldn't listen.
Soon, police cars from the public security bureau and the local police station arrived with sirens blaring.
Shen Haoguo walked over with a frown and annoyed expression.
"What are you doing! Trying to cause trouble again! Do you believe I'll arrest you all?"
One villager immediately cried out, "Comrade Shen, it's not that we're causing trouble, it's that Boss Zhou is bullying us. He won't give our village electricity, so nobody can get through!"
Shen Haoguo's head was throbbing: "I explained it to you yesterday, the problem lies with Hu Baima..."
"Hu Baima disagrees, but we agree! Let's put the utility poles on our land!"
Zhou Yuanhang explained wearily, "The locations of the utility poles are all planned out; they can't be installed randomly..."
Just when the scene was in complete chaos.
A hundred meters away, beside a grave, Hu Baima was watching the commotion with his two sons, all smiles.
The youngest son, Hu Chaoyang, turned around and said, "Dad, eldest brother, we've made enough of a scene, shouldn't we state our terms now?"
The eldest son, Hu Tianan, pondered for a moment, a shrewd glint in his eyes.
"Fourth brother, after the police leave, go find Zhou Yuanhang and have him come to our house to discuss the compensation issue properly!"
"middle!"
More than half an hour later, the villagers were forcibly dispersed by the police.
Seeing that Zhou Yuanhang was about to leave on his motorcycle, Hu Chaoyang immediately swaggered over with his pigeon-toed gait.
"Boss Zhou!"
He shouted at the top of his lungs.
Zhou Yuanhang glanced at him with disgust, but didn't even bother to say anything, and directly twisted the accelerator.
"boom--"
The motorcycle spewed out a plume of black smoke and disappeared into the distance.
Hu Chaoyang stood frozen in place, his face blank.
"What's going on? This bastard... isn't playing by the rules?"
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