Chapter 127: Cutting off the firewood from under the cauldron [Seeking follow-up]

Village committee office.

The air was filled with smoke at the moment. The old village secretary was very angry. Not only did his voice become hoarse from all the quarrels in the past few days, but he also had a big lump of fire at the corner of his mouth.

He was smoking and grimacing in pain.

The village director sitting opposite him was not much better off. Although he was not the top leader, he was the one who brought the enterprise in. If no compensation was paid before, it could be said to be a civil dispute, but if people died, the nature of the matter would change completely. It would be fine if the higher-ups didn't investigate, but if they did, he would be the first to suffer.

Just this morning, when he heard that Chun San had jumped into the pond, he, who had been eating and sleeping well, suddenly developed pimples at the corners of his mouth, just like the old village party secretary.

Made a pair.

From then on, the eldest brother never laughed at the second brother again.

The old village party secretary said at this time: "No, this matter must be resolved, otherwise I will lose face as the village party secretary. It is better to resign so that I won't be criticized by the villagers when I walk on the street in the future."

The director also smoked a cigarette and said, "How to solve it? It's easy to say. The other party now claims that Chun San was not their worker at all. The previous wages have been paid long ago. It was Chun San who insisted on working, and then he was injured. They have already paid money out of humanitarianism, and now they are unwilling to pay a penny. What can we do? Do we really want to take back the tea mountain?"

The old village party secretary said angrily: "Why not? Why should we rent the tea plantation to such unkind and unrighteous people who don't keep their promises?"

The village director shook his head and said, "Because it wasn't a lease, it was a cooperation. We used the rent from the tea mountain for 30 years to open this tea factory with them. So strictly speaking, everyone in the village is a shareholder of the tea factory. Chunsan's injury is also the responsibility of everyone in our village. They also said that if we insist on compensation, we will take back their shares in the tea factory. They are willing to sell it according to market conditions. When the time comes, they will pay according to the proportion of compensation they are willing to pay and leave."

The old village party secretary didn't understand this and couldn't help asking, "How much does it cost?"

The village director shook his head again, "It's so much that we definitely can't afford it. Last year, they spent several thousand yuan to buy tea saplings, and later mobilized villagers to repair the road leading to the tea mountain, which should also be included. Later, they bought a second-hand truck, and when they reported the expenses, they said it was a repaired scrap car bought for 20,000 yuan. Later, they built houses and built walls, mobilized villagers to dig stones from the mountain, and this year they took out a loan again. I don't know where they bought a few more trucks."

The old village party secretary interrupted him impatiently, "Okay, tell me a specific number, how much money they want, so that I can give up."

The village director said, "Not much. Of course, for our village, it is an astronomical figure. They not only want to recover the cost, but also the effort and wages for this year. So they want 100,000 yuan. They won't do it for less than 100,000 yuan. They also said that if we dare to forcibly evict them, they will sue us. Old village secretary, you also know that these people are all children of workers and are from the city. If this happens, I'm afraid that we will not only fail to drive them away, but also suffer the consequences."

After saying this, his face also looked gloomy.

If I had known this would happen, I would not have given up on this political achievement. Who would have thought that introducing a small tea factory would be so troublesome.

For a moment, the two of them were competing in smoking, and the smoke in the entire conference room was several degrees more serious than before.

That's because there were no female comrades around. Lu Yang's wife's aunt was only the director of the women's department and couldn't get involved in these matters or help. The two men didn't call her, otherwise she would have been choked to death in there.

Suddenly, in the silence where only the cigarette flames could be heard, there were footsteps and noisy voices coming from downstairs.

They both looked at each other.

When the door was opened and a puff of thick smoke was released, it was finally clear that it was Lu Yang leading a large group of villagers walking towards this side.

First stunned.

Then they were both very happy.

After all, this is the only God of Wealth in the village.

What if the God of Wealth is moved with compassion and is willing to pay for the medical expenses of the injured Chun San?

Then everything will be fine, right?
At this moment, the village director was happier than the old village party secretary. Seeing Lu Yang from afar, he greeted him enthusiastically as if he had seen his own father: "Yang brother is back, that's great. The old village chief and I were just talking about you. Come on, come on, speak." He didn't know that Chun San had already got on Lu Yang's car and they should be almost reaching the county town by now. If he knew, he would probably be even happier.

The old village party secretary also nodded to Lu Yang.

He was not as excited as the village director. He was planning how to ask for money from Lu Yang's pocket.

He couldn't open his mouth yet.

The old village party secretary said to Lu Yang, "You just came back. Why don't you take a good rest and spend some time with your wife? Why did you bring so many people to the village committee?"

Lu Yang said: "I think you two have guessed that I came here for Chun San's matter. These folks behind me are all here to help me."

At this point, there's no need to beat around the bush.

The old village chief frowned.

The village director was delighted and said, "Great! It's true that heroes emerge from youth. Where's Chun San? If you want to help him, shouldn't you send him to the hospital first?"

Nothing was more important than the undead, in his opinion.

Lu Yang frowned: "Thank you for your concern, Director. Chun San has already gone to the hospital. I am here to seek justice for Chun San."

I heard that Chun San had gone to the hospital.

The director was delighted that the heart that had been lifted out this morning could be put back. However, Lu Yang had already paid the money, but he even wanted to stand up for Chun San. This made him unhappy, and he couldn't help but frowned and said, "Seeking justice? What justice? There is no justice here. The matter is clear. Chun San broke into someone else's construction site without permission and was injured. They have already made humanitarian compensation. This matter ends here."

Lu Yang sneered: "Oh, is that really the case?"

"Bullshit, Director, how can you say that? Chun San was clearly injured while working. Those guys made a fake report and fired him a day in advance. Chun San's name was no longer on the fake worker's payroll."

"That's right, how can you confuse right and wrong?"

"Chun San is too pitiful. No, those city people must make more compensation. Otherwise, no one will dare to work for them in the future. They don't treat us as human beings."

There is no need for Lu Yang to deceive people.

The farmers, who had already been outraged, were willing to serve as tap water for Lu Yang. They spoke one after another, leaving the director speechless.

"presumptuous."

The director blushed and said, "What do you want to do? Rebellion? Everything needs evidence. Where is the evidence? Without evidence, it is useless to just rely on your own assumptions and speculations?"

The villagers fell silent.

Lu Yang laughed and said, "Of course it works. This at least proves that most of our Shanghuai villagers no longer trust them. If that's the case, since they didn't follow the rules first, why don't we take back the tea factory and run it ourselves?"

The director subconsciously asked, "Where's the money?"

Lu Yang laughed again and said, "Of course I have money. I made a lot of money this time in Shencheng. I originally planned to use the money to continue to expand the scale of the garment factory, but the villagers have been wronged, and I can't just stand by and watch. Since these people can't run the tea factory well, and they are unwilling to compensate the villagers who work for them when they are injured, then I will just take over. Director, old village secretary, what do you think? Otherwise, just kick these people out?"

(End of this chapter)