No matter how glamorous it appears on the surface, the filth behind the scenes is still disgusting.
Wu Sheng sat on the bench in a daze, unable to understand how he had ended up like this.
After all the planning, it all came to nothing!
He leaned against the back of the sofa, looked up at the ceiling, tears flickering in his eyes.
As the saying goes, if you don't work for yourself, you will be punished by heaven and earth. The teacher had already done that before. How could it be a huge mistake for me to just write a letter of denunciation and surrender?
What Wu Sheng didn't know was that if it weren't for his letter of complaint, someone familiar to Mr. Zheng would have put him in such a terrible situation with just a little help.
Back then, if it weren’t for Lu Zhiye, Mr. Zheng might have been gone.
It is incredible that he could survive the injuries in such extremely bad weather, not to mention that Mr. Zheng is so old.
Currently, children of cadres working in government agencies are not allowed to engage in side businesses, but the crackdown is not that strict.
What's more, the Internet is not well developed, and some things are hidden in the dark. It's enough for everyone to know about it!
Lu Zhiye looked at the report in his hand. The first batch of demolition compensation had been distributed. Jin Ya had been solved by him, and the farmers' money should be kept.
While he was thinking, there was a knock on the door, and Qin Jinbao poked his head out: "Boss Lu, I have something to report to you."
Lu Zhiye waved him in. Looking at the spotless floor, Qin Jinbao felt a little reserved. He had always met Mr. Lu in other conference rooms before. This was his first time here since Mr. Lu's office upstairs was renovated.
Lu Zhiye pointed to the chair in front of him and said, "Sit down!"
"I won't sit, I'll just stand!"
"I'm tired of looking up at you!"
"Oh, oh, oh, I'll sit down right now!"
Qin Jinbao hurriedly pulled out a chair and sat down, his dark face smiling like a flower: "Boss Lu, recently many residents have come to the office and want to discuss with you about something they dug out from the ground!"
Lu Zhiye raised his eyebrows: "Whatever is dug out from under whose homestead belongs to that person. Hasn't this news been passed down?
Does anyone else have any objections?
Qin Jinbao sighed and said with a bitter face, "We villagers definitely have no objections. The ones who have objections are the museum.
A lot of people have come recently, under the banner of inspecting cultural relics, and they all want the villagers to donate these things!
No one was willing to do that, so a dispute started between the two sides, and they even fought on the construction site!
I was undecided for a moment, so I came to you. Can you please tell me how I should handle this matter?"
Lu Zhiye was a little surprised: "Where are these museums?"
As far as he knew, only major provincial capitals had established museums. How come so many archaeological teams suddenly appeared?
Qin Jinbao thought for a moment and said, "Some of the most famous ones are old professors from Peking University. They came first with a group of people, and then several other groups came later. I'm a little confused.
In the morning, an overreacting villager smashed someone's head.
The villagers said that those were things left to them by their ancestors, and the archaeologists said that these were historical relics and should be handed over to the country.
At most, they will be given some financial compensation. The villagers originally thought that there would be compensation, so some money would be fine!
As a result, these people said that for a well-preserved cultural relic, they would give 5 yuan as compensation!
Don’t you think this is an insult?
I heard from the experts that many of them are from the Ming Dynasty, which is many years older than ours. Isn't it said that the more valuable the old items are, the more expensive they are?
This is the only financial compensation they give? It's really insulting!"
Qin Jinbao shouted indignantly. His fierce attitude made Lu Zhiye grin: "It seems that you have also dug something out from under your house?"
Qin Jinbao was like a rooster whose throat was pinched. He was silent for a long time. Finally, with a red face, he said, "It's not ours. We found it when we were moving the ancestral hall!
Originally, we were planning to divide the things among all the people in Qinjia Village, but who would have thought that this group of old guys would just bring their people over!
If I hadn't worked under you and hadn't spoken with some authority, these people would have already pinned the villagers down and forced them to hand over their belongings!"
The more Qin Jinbao spoke, the more aggrieved he felt. They had a strong sense of ancestral hall consciousness, and they spent the most money on burning for their ancestors during festivals every year!
While the country is vigorously cracking down on feudal superstitions, people here still commit crimes against the wind.
You can imagine how much they believe this?!
So when they dug something out from the bottom, everyone agreed that it was left to them by their ancestors and they were determined not to give it to anyone else.
A conflict broke out between the two sides.
Lu Zhiye was also somewhat helpless. He had never expected these cultural figures to be so shameless.
5 yuan, you can even say that?
After thinking it over, he picked up the phone on the table and called Professor Qi.
Professor Qi had just returned from walking his bird. When he heard the phone ring, he wiped the sweat from his forehead, casually stuffed the white handkerchief into his pocket, and picked up the receiver with his other hand.
"Teacher, it's me!"
"Oh, what a rare visitor! Why did you think of calling the old man today?"
Mr. Qi was laughing on the other end of the phone, obviously in a good mood.
Lu Zhiye put one hand to his mouth and coughed twice: "I haven't called you for a long time, so I want to ask how you are feeling."
"Hey, please ask your wife to bring the kids here. I can take them around the moat three times a day."
Old Qi slapped his chest, making a popping sound. He slapped too hard, causing a burst of air to rush into his throat, and he coughed violently twice.
This action made the corners of Mrs. Qi's mouth twitch as she was picking vegetables nearby.
The two exchanged pleasantries for a while before Lu Zhiye got to the point: "Teacher, have there been many archaeological teams in Jing City recently?"
Professor Qi thought for a moment, nodded, and said, "Indeed, aren't there many places that are starting to develop their economies and build buildings?
A lot of things popped up, and the few people who were originally idle now became more energetic? ?
Professor Qi said this with some disdain.
The next moment, after hearing Lu Zhiye's words, he became even more furious: "Are these old guys so shameless?
Wait for my news, I will go to the school to report them!
This kind of thing has happened before, and the principal has issued a clear ban, prohibiting people from being forced to donate.
But then again, is there anything good coming out of that place?
Otherwise, these old guys wouldn't be so shameless."
Professor Qi's eyes sparkled, and he thought it was worth visiting Pengcheng.
He did what he said, hung up the phone, and ran quickly to school.
Old Mrs. Qi shouted several times, but no one answered her. She went out again, but couldn't see anyone. She stood at the gate of the yard, stamping her feet in anger.
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