Chapter 186 Someone is forcing you to go on a blind date
"Haha, wisdom. Your little brain is good enough for catching ghosts, but when you use it on everyday things like this, how can you call it wisdom?"
Chen Xiaodao was amused by her.
Feng Zhibai catches ghosts, yes, no doubt about it.
But everyday wisdom is like dirt to her!
She could summon thunder from the sky and have it strike the poplar trees accurately. It would be a miracle if he could believe it.
In his opinion, it was probably because of the thunder and rain last night, and she had used some method to attract the lightning to strike the poplar tree.
"Hey, Chen Xiaodao, don't underestimate me. I've said it before, I'm a prophet. If I can't handle this little thing, I'd be unworthy of my prestigious title!"
"Yes, yes, you are the Prophet Ancestor!"
Old Mitou heard the familiar words again. After perfunctorily asking, "How do we get this wood back now? We can't just cut down these trees randomly, and we don't even know if they're public or private property."
If the tree is privately owned, you can pay to purchase it from the owner.
But if the tree is public, then an application contract is required.
Work can only begin after the superiors agree to cut down the trees and the contract for cutting down the trees is obtained.
If felling is done without documented consent and is used for commercial purposes.
This is unauthorized trading.
Both parties need to bear legal responsibility.
"With me here, do you still need to consider such trivial matters?"
She clasped her hands together proudly, her brows raised slightly. "I've already contacted Xiao Kuan Kuan in advance, and he'll be here with the documents shortly. By then, not only will we own the trees, but the entire forest will be ours!"
He made an exaggerated gesture of taking everything in.
Her eyes sparkled so brightly that anyone who didn't know her would think she was the owner of the forest.
Chen Xiaodao rubbed aside with a hint of disdain. "Can you please stop looking at me with that expression of yours that treats money like money? We're not Baldy Wang, so is there any need to be so obsessed with cutting down trees? Besides, the only useful part of the lightning-struck wood is the part that was struck by lightning. We just need to cut down the struck part, and we don't need any other consent documents. Isn't it a bit too much to make such a big fuss?"
The part of a poplar tree that was struck by lightning was very small. After it was cut off with a knife, the tree was still alive and could continue to grow. There was no need for any approval documents from higher authorities.
Feng Zhibai made such a big fuss that Chen Xiaodao began to doubt her real purpose.
Old Mitou crossed his hands in front of him and thought about this problem.
There's really no need to go through so much trouble.
"That's right, girl. We can just secretly cut off the part struck by lightning. There's really no need to make it so complicated. And the news this morning said experts would come to investigate why this place attracted lightning. If we start such a large-scale construction, it's not good both openly and covertly."
"Come on, do you believe what the experts say? They say it's an investigation, but they're just going through the motions and then come up with this ridiculously incomprehensible and self-contradictory explanation."
Feng Zhibai threw up his hands in disdain. "Those experts are busy as hell, how could they have time to worry about such trivial matters? Forget these few pieces of broken wood. Even if the entire forest was gone, they would only ask: why is the forest gone? Instead of worrying about these experts, you might as well think about how many pieces of broken wood we have to chop down!"
She lifted her skirt like an excited baby and ran towards the nearest poplar tree.
Although Chen Xiaodao and Lao Mi Tou were speechless, what Feng Zhibai said did make sense.
How could experts possibly care about these little people and little things?
Worry more about yourself than what will happen to them.
"Miss Feng!"
Just as the two were about to ask her how to deal with the wood, Yan Kuan's voice came from not far away.
The three of them looked back.
Yan Kuan was wearing a blue casual shirt, a rare sight without his police uniform, and looked much more relaxed.
When he saw Feng Zhibai and the other two, his eyes immediately fell on Feng Zhibai, who had a striking figure.
This Syrian beggar's outfit is really eye-catching.
Miss Feng is Miss Feng, every time she dresses, she is so breathtaking!
Nodding in admiration, he ran over quickly with a smile on his face.
"Mr. Chen, Mr. Mi."
Say hello to Chen Xiaodao and Laomitou.
"Director Yan, long time no see."
"hello."
"Hey, Xiao Kuan Kuan, you're dressed very casually today."
When Feng Zhibai saw Yan Kuan's clothes, his eyes lit up and he teased.
She likes young people to dress casually and cleanly.
"Oh, I'm on leave today, so I'm not wearing my police uniform."
"Vacation? Director Yan, are you taking a day off today?"
Chen Xiaodao was a little surprised when he heard Yan Kuan say he was taking a vacation.
He has known Yan Kuan for so long, but he has never seen him rest. Today is the first time.
"Um."
Scratching his head, the smile on his face faded a little: "I didn't plan to rest, but I was forced to do so."
"Isn't it your family who's forcing you to go on a blind date?"
Old Mi asked curiously.
Yan Kuan smiled helplessly and waved his hands: "No, Mr. Mi, you think too much."
"Then what else? It can't be that your elders assigned you a job you don't want to do, right?"
As soon as the speculation came out, Yan Kuan's face completely collapsed.
"Really?"
Screamed out loud.
Feng Zhibai reached out and gave Lao Mi a thumbs-up gesture: "Xiaomi, remember to send me the winning numbers from tonight's lottery. Whether I can make a comeback depends entirely on you!"
"Go! Go! Go!"
He scolded Feng Zhibai angrily.
He just said it casually, who knew it would come true.
Yan Kuan put his hands in his pockets and smiled with relief, only then did he notice that Old Mi Tou was sitting in a wheelchair.
"Mr. Mi, what happened to your leg? Are you okay?"
"It's okay, it's just a minor injury, a slight fracture. It will be fine after a few days of rest."
Patting his thigh, Old Mitou smiled and didn't continue the topic.
After all, it is Director Yan's own private matter. He is unwilling to talk about it, and as an outsider, I can't force him to say anything.
"By the way, Director Yan, did you bring the document approving the tree felling?"
After saying the rest, Chen Xiaodao asked Yan Kuan if the contract for felling trees had been issued.
When Feng Zhibai heard about the document and contract, he came forward excitedly and said, "Yes, Xiao Kuankuan, has the contract been received yet?"
Taking out his phone and taking a look at it, Yan Kuan's tone was filled with melancholy. "I didn't submit it, and I didn't tell the higher-ups. Even if I submit the contract and ask them to approve it, the process will be extremely slow! So I didn't plan to report it. And you only dug up part of the tree, which doesn't count as felling, so there's no need to go through so much trouble."
Any approval process has a certain application time.
If he really submitted the documents, Feng Zhibai and the others would not be able to cut down the trees for at least a month.
So after much thought, he decided not to report it.
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