I had no grounds to criticize the fortune-teller. Even I hadn't been able to help Jin Shanshan.
I hadn't helped in the dream because I had too many concerns. By the time the dream ended, there was nothing left for me to do. Wu Ling and the others had already dealt with Jin Shanshan. Her boyfriend, Wu Qiren, had already been killed by her and turned into a zombie, meeting the same fate she had.
That was the end of it.
If anyone was going to avenge Jin Shanshan, it wouldn't be me. Wu Ling already knew the details, so she would naturally get in touch with people in the paranormal world and have them deal with Black Sister and Mo Xiaoling.
To be honest, I wasn't sure those two were still alive. It wasn't easy to escape from the abandoned farm.
I'd been on the phone with Wu Ling for quite a while, so I was a little late for work.
At least I didn't have to go to Workers and Peasants Sixth Village today. The demolition office was holding a meeting to arrange the next stage of work.
The next stage would still involve voting. After the demolition compensation plan went through the first round of voting and revisions, a second version was prepared. Then there would be another round of voting and revisions, continuing until one of the plans reached the voting threshold set by policy. Only then could the formal contracts be signed.
Each of our teams had received a slightly different demolition compensation plan. We printed ballots according to the property owners in each block and set up ballot boxes.
I was so busy all day that I had no time to think about anything else.
It was only over lunch that I told Shouzi