Hua Xiezhi was clearly ready to kill. They had already come knocking at their door and even declared they would forcibly demolish the place tomorrow—how could she possibly swallow that?
Just then, another vehicle drove in from the distance. It was Milton and his wife.
Not long after, two more vehicles arrived, carrying neighbors from the surrounding area.
They had all received notices about the land requisition, but for now, City Hall was targeting Qu Jianlei's group first.
The reason needed no explanation. They occupied the largest area and looked like the hardest people to mess with. Deal with them, and everyone else would fall into line.
That was why everyone was closely watching the situation. When they learned that a forced demolition notice had been issued today, they came over to find out what was going on.
Of course, whether these people were simply concerned was another question—some of them had relatives in town.
But Qu Jianlei did not mind. This was real society; nobody lived in a vacuum.
As long as they did not openly take sides, asking around for news was nothing much. Nor were they afraid of being questioned.
They might be neighbors now, but ultimately they were merely passing figures in life. There was no need to take everything so seriously.
Still, one family said that people in town claimed the land requisition this time would not be too harsh. If they pulled some strings, they might be able to get through it.
What he meant was that he hoped Qu Jianlei and the others would take the lead in lobbying.
If the largest farm could be preserved, it would become easier for everyone else to make their own moves.
That request carried a hint of moral coercion, so they did not dare say it