When Shang Furong heard Chen Hansheng's words, he thought it was a good idea. To deal with a rascal, he had to be more rascally than him. Plus, he was familiar with the village committee. Whether it was opening a pigsty or building a house, it wouldn't be a problem.
Even if he didn't do anything, he could still scare this rascal.
Shang Furong had a lot of connections. He quickly contacted the nearby construction team and asked to rent two forklifts.
But at the same time, the police from the nearby police station also came. They saw familiar faces in the village.
Shang Furong, the owner of the local garment factory, was one of the top few. At his peak, he drove a BMW, entered the club, and was a regular customer of the massage parlor.
However, a while ago, the industry was in a cold winter. In Qingpu District, except for a few large garment factories, all these family workshops closed down. Shang Furong didn't make it in the beginning.
Later, Shang Furong got a sum of money from somewhere. Not only did he revive the garment factory, he also bought land everywhere.
These things weren't news in the village. It was said that the old man was just a "white glove". He was buying for someone else.
The police station wasn't the CBRC. As long as there were no disputes and conflicts, they didn't care who funded behind the scenes.
As for the bald middle-aged man, his name was Xie Jingchun. His nickname was "Xie Er" or "Old Xie". His family didn't have a proper job. They occasionally did odd jobs in the factory to earn money.
As a local, their living expenses weren't high. They grew some vegetables at home. It was enough for a family of three.
"Boss Shang, what's the matter?"
The leader of the police in his forties asked.
There was a detail here. It was Xie Jingchun who called the police, but when the police arrived at the scene, they directly asked Shang Furong.
"Small matter, just a misunderstanding."
Shang Furong took out a cigarette. The police saw Chen Hansheng, a stranger, and waved his hand to refuse.
The police at the grassroots level mainly focused on coordination. After all, it was a trivial neighborhood dispute. If there was a murder case, the criminal police team would take over. There was no need for the police at the grassroots level to be responsible.
"You also know that I've been buying land recently."
Shang Furong pointed at Xie Jingchun's house and said, "We had already negotiated the price. But when the deal was about to be done, he suddenly tripled it. That bastard is too dishonest."
"Why, can't I?"
Xie Jingchun replied eloquently, "It's my house and my land. It's my freedom to charge as much as I want. Do the police have to care about that too?"
"Xie Er, stay away from me!"
The policeman subconsciously tilted his head. "Your saliva is all over my face. We don't care about the transaction, but why did you call the police?"
"Him!"
Xie Jingchun pointed at Chen Hansheng. "I just heard him say that he was going to demolish my house!"
"Who are you?"
The policeman sized up Chen Hansheng. "Take out your ID card."
"My daughter's college classmate."
Shang Furong walked over and explained, "Erm … we are helping to look after the land together."
Old Shang's words were vague, but the police understood. So this was the sponsor behind the scenes. He looked very young and was actually a university student.
The policeman took Chen Hansheng's ID card, registered the number, and returned the ID card.
"It's business. It's inevitable that there will be arguments."
The policeman reminded, "Don't say harsh words. Only by being friendly can you make money."
The policeman thought that "demolish the house" was just harsh words. After all, Xie Jingchun was not honest. It was normal for the buyer to be angry when he suddenly doubled the price.
However, the police couldn't intervene. Just like what Xie Er said, this was his land and his house. It was his freedom to charge as much as he wanted.
"Okay, thank you for your hard work."
Chen Hansheng took the initiative to shake the policeman's hand.
The middle-aged policeman smiled. Look at this quality. No wonder he could afford the land.
After the police understood the situation, they were ready to leave. Xie Jingchun didn't give up. He raised the porcelain cup in front of the policeman. "Are you going to leave just like that? He even threw the cigarette butt into my tea."
"Then you can just change it to a new cup."
The policeman was very speechless. He poured away all the tea. "Xie Er, if you call the police again because of this small matter, you are suspected of wasting public resources. I'll have to invite you to have a seat."
"What's there to be proud of?"
Xie Jingchun touched the hair on his head and whispered, "If we don't pay the taxes, can you pay the salary?"
The policeman ignored him after hearing that. It was normal to encounter such voices at the grassroots level. They couldn't expect everyone to be like Chen Hansheng, understanding and reasonable.
"Teng, teng, teng …"
When the policeman was about to go back, he suddenly heard the sound of a motor not far away. Two big forklifts were driving towards them.
"What does this mean?"
The policeman asked.
"Did you see? The forklifts are coming. This little bumpkin is not just joking!"
Xie Jingchun quickly stopped in front of the police car and didn't let them leave.
"The forklifts are yours?"
The policeman looked at Chen Hansheng.
"Yes."
Chen Hansheng nodded without hesitation.
"I …"
The policeman seemed to be choked. He just praised Chen Hansheng for being "reasonable". In the blink of an eye, he really called two forklifts to confiscate the house.
"Well, no wonder he can afford a piece of land!"
The policeman said again in his heart. Although the two sentences were exactly the same, the meaning was completely different.
The first time, he praised Chen Hansheng for being an elegant and easy-going college student.
The second time, he was really ruthless. Sure enough, all the land owners had the same characteristics.
The forklifts soon came. The worker stuck his head out and shouted, "Who is the boss? The captain asked us to do a small job."
"I'm the boss."
Chen Hansheng waved his hand and pointed at the land. "Do you see these houses? Flatten them all."
"You can't flatten them!"
"You can't flatten them!"
The policeman and Xie Er said at the same time.
"What do you want to do?"
The policeman criticized seriously, "Do you know the consequences of being impulsive? You will go to jail."
Xie Er saw that the policeman supported him and said proudly, "Try flatten them if you dare!"
"What a cute request. It's hard to refuse."
Chen Hansheng smiled and turned to the policeman. "I'm not flatten his house. I bought the three houses and the land outside. It's my freedom to flatten them or leave them. You don't have to care about that."
Chen Hansheng used Xie Jingchun's sentence pattern and used it to counter Xie Jingchun. "Give him a taste of his own medicine." It was so f * cking refreshing.
"… Oh, I see."
The policeman looked at Chen Hansheng. "Do you have the relevant proof?"
"Yes!"
A fat man in his thirties ran over from afar. He was the director of the local village committee. He had already been alerted by the police and forklifts.
The director took out a document and said, "This is the copy of the land purchase agreement. Mr. Chen … Ahem, Mr. Shang did buy it reasonably."
Chen Hansheng smiled and shook hands with the director, but they didn't exchange greetings. Shang Furong was the one who mediated all the procedures, and Chen Hansheng was only responsible for paying the money.
Now, the ball was back to Chen Hansheng. Just like what Chen Hansheng had said, he bought the house and the land. He was free to flatten them or leave them.
The policeman was a little annoyed. The story had been full of ups and downs in the past hour.
However, it seemed that the winner was still Chen Hansheng.
"Move!"
This time, it was Chen Hansheng's turn to command proudly. "Flatten them!"
"No problem!"
Seeing that the matter was settled, the workers drove the forklifts forward.
Xie Jingchun immediately ran to the front and opened his arms to stop them. "If you dare to flatten them, you can do it from my body …"
"F * ck you!"
Before Xie Jingchun could finish his words, Chen Hansheng grabbed his clothes and threw him far away.
"How dare you hit my father!"
Xie Jingchun's son picked up a wooden stick and was about to run over. Before he got close, Chen Hansheng shouted, "Go away!"
Chen Hansheng took off his down jacket and threw it into Shang Yeonyeon's arms. He pointed at Xie Jingchun's son with his index finger and said, "Don't move. Just watch."
On such a cold day, Chen Hansheng was only wearing a knitted sweater. His arrogant and domineering behavior and image scared the son so much that he stopped in his tracks.
The policeman immediately walked out and stood between them, but didn't stop the forklifts.
"Clang!"
After the door of the first house was flattened, there was no one else to stop them. Xie Jingchun could only watch his house become a ruin.
The dust in the air quickly flew up, and the onlookers stepped back a little. Only Chen Hansheng remained in the same place, quietly watching the forklift's actions.
"This is a real man who dares to take responsibility."
Shang Yeonyeon looked at Chen Hansheng's back. She couldn't help but run to him and say, "Monitor, you're the most awesome man I've ever met. You're even cooler than those in the movies. They don't look back at the explosion, but you're standing in the center of the explosion."
"What the hell?"
Chen Hansheng opened his eyes with difficulty. "I was blinded by the sand and couldn't see the way back. Hurry up and help me get out of here. Cough … I'm choking!"
… ….
(There will be another chapter around 11 am)
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